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The COURT of ENGLAND Or, The Preparation for the happy CORONATION of King WILLIAM and Queen MARY.</HEAD>
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<SPEAKER>Engli&s;h-man.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>COme Gallants, let's tender</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Hearts we &s;urrender</L>
<L>At the ble&s;t Coronation of our Faiths great Defender,</L>
<L>Now Glory &s;hal Rule:</L>
<L>No more Popi&s;h Edge-tool;</L>
<L>Thanks Heav'n, of a knave we've at la&s;t made a Fool, <HI>of a Je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Th' High-Commi&s;&s;ion-Court Sham,</L>
<L><HI>Jeff<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">s,</HI> Devil and Dam,</L>
<L>Once maul'd our poor Church with the Popes batt'ring Ram;</L>
<L>But the great Sleeves of Lawn</L>
<L>No more &s;hall be drawn</L>
<L>Into Noo&s;es and Goals by the impudent Spawn <HI>of a Je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who but they and their Crew</L>
<L>Poor <HI>James</HI> could undo,</L>
<L>And lo&s;e him his Honour and Diadem too;</L>
<L>By <HI>Petres</HI> fal&s;e mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Th' unfortunate <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI></L>
<L>Turn'd (alas) out a grazing, like <HI>Nebuchadnezzar, by the Je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With your Chancellor fal&s;e Steward,</L>
<L><HI>Romes</HI> Scholar &s;o toward,</L>
<L>Your <HI>Ca&s;tlemain Nuntio</HI> and your Cardinal <HI>Howard,</HI></L>
<L>You have out-done the &s;hot</L>
<L>Of your Gunpowder Plot,</L>
<L>And blown up the credulous <HI>James;</HI> have ye not? <HI>ye fal&s;e Je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Our Freedoms and Charters</L>
<L>Were the fir&s;t of your martyrs,</L>
<L>For <HI>Rome</HI> had begun to take up her head Quarters</L>
<L>Her vengeance to wreak,</L>
<L>All Faith we mu&s;t break,</L>
<L>For Law, Oaths, and Go&s;pel are all Bonds too weak <HI>for a Je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With your &s;ly fal&s;e preambles,</L>
<L>For your dear Stakes and Shambles,</L>
<L>And goring 3 Kingdoms With the old Thorns and Bram|bles;</L>
<L>What Engines infernal</L>
<L>In the Popi&s;h Diurnal,</L>
<L>Could fill the whole word with Trea&s;ons eternal <HI>but the Je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Taffy.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L><HI>A</HI> She&s;uit, that Sheater,</L>
<L>Rogue, &V;illain, and Traytor!</L>
<L>By the fle&s;h of her pones, her Wel&s;h plood ri&s;es at her;</L>
<L>Very fine, Shentlefolks,</L>
<L>A Welsh Heir, with a Pox,</L>
<L>Was her get her a Prince in a Shuglers Box? <HI>Cunning She&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Has her Forehead no blush on</L>
<L>Such Pro&s;hects to push on,</L>
<L>As was rai&s;e her Wel&s;h Heir to Three Crowns from a Cu|shion</L>
<L>To who, &s;plutternails,</L>
<L>Does her tell her sham Tales?</L>
<L>Has her none to put trick on but her Nation of <HI>Wales, Roguy She&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh! to pay her old &s;core,</L>
<L>Had her Son of a whore</L>
<L>On a Ladder as high as her own <HI>Penmenmour</HI></L>
<L>Was her once but tru&s;&s;'d up,</L>
<L>Till her cut the Rope,</L>
<L>Her might hang there till dooms day, her &s;elf and her Pope <HI>for a She&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sawny.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>THe Pope that &s;aw Turk.</L>
<L>So &s;teely as weerk,</L>
<L>With aw his &s;aw Imps to pull down the Kirk,</L>
<L>Now the Mange, our Scotch plague,</L>
<L>On that Scarlet Whore-Hag,</L>
<L>And Deel &s;plie the wem, the luggs, and the crag <HI>of the Je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For awd <HI>Jemmy's</HI> &s;ad folly,</L>
<L>With <HI>Juggy</HI> and <HI>Dolly</HI></L>
<L>I&s;e dance a Scotch Iig for bonny <HI>Willy</HI> and <HI>Molly</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>Jockey</HI> and <HI>Sawny,</HI></L>
<L>Aw lads teugh and brawny,</L>
<L>wee&s;e drub the faw face, aw black, blew, &amp; tawny, <HI>of the Je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>Mon&s;ieur.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>O De Rogue Engli&s;h trick!</L>
<L>Dat de poor Catolick</L>
<L>Shon'd be kick, knock, &amp; tump, &amp; run down to <HI>Old Nick.</HI></L>
<L>But begar, de Vengeance</L>
<L>Of my Ma'ter of <HI>France</HI></L>
<L>Sall lead <HI>English</HI> Heretick-dog a <HI>French</HI> Dance, <HI>for de Je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sall <HI>Lewis</HI> &s;it &s;till?</L>
<L>Vat fool, tink he will,</L>
<L>When old <HI>Jame</HI> and he &s;o long pi&s;s in a Quil?</L>
<L>No, <HI>Bougre Gar&s;oon,</HI></L>
<L>With Mon&s;ieur <HI>Dagroon,</HI></L>
<L>Begar we come o're, and fight blood and woon <HI>for de Je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Dough <HI>Jemmy Mon&s;ier,</HI></L>
<L>(Pox taka <HI>Myn-heer</HI>)</L>
<L>Has lo&s;t a de Crown of de damn <HI>Angletere;</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Eerland,</HI> brave boy,</L>
<L>With <HI>Vive le Roy</HI></L>
<L>We crewn him again a new <HI>Monarch</HI> dear-joy <HI>for de Je&s;uit,</HI></L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Teague.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>B&V;b a boo! Bub! oh hone!</L>
<L>The Broder of the &s;on,</L>
<L>And de Shild of mee Moder de poor Teague undone!</L>
<L>Pull down Ma&s;s-hou&s;e and Altar,</L>
<L>And burn Virgin P&s;alter,</L>
<L>And make hang upon Prie&s;t, and no friend cut de Halter <HI>of poor Je&s;uit&punc;</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When Teague fir&s;t came o're</L>
<L><HI>To</HI> de <HI>Engleand</HI> shore,</L>
<L>Wid. <HI>6, 7, 8.</HI> Thou&s;and Irish Lads, all and more:</L>
<L><HI>Teague</HI> was Promi&s;t good Fashion,</L>
<L>Great E&s;tate in de Nation,</L>
<L>Wid all <HI>London</HI> in his pocket, upon mee shaulWashion <HI>by de Je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when de Bore Dutch,</L>
<L>Got <HI>Teague</HI> in his clutch,</L>
<L>Stead of make great e&s;tate, and Chree&s; knows what much<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Damn'd Heretick Dogue</L>
<L>Made <HI>Teague</HI> a poor Rogue,</L>
<L>Turn'd him to make &s;tarve widout shoe or broge; <HI>for de je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But I'le beg Captaint Plaa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">h</L>
<L>Of de &s;weet Eyes and Eaash</L>
<L>Of mee Dear-joy <HI>Tyrconnel</HI> his Maje&s;ties Graash;</L>
<L>And fight like a <HI>Hero,</HI></L>
<L>By mee shaul a <HI>Mack-Nero,</HI></L>
<L>Cut Troat for Shaint <HI>Patrick,</HI> and &s;ing <HI>Lilli burlero for de je&s;uit</HI></L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>Mynheer.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>HOld cut-wea&s;on Skellom.</L>
<L>And let <HI>Myn-heer</HI> tell 'om,</L>
<L>For <HI>Englonds</HI> great <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ogan &amp; Mogan Lord <HI>Willem</HI></L>
<L>And the dear <HI>Engli&s;h-mons,</HI></L>
<L>Their Church, Laws, and Londs,</L>
<L>Van Dutch-londers fight with all hearts &amp; honds <HI>'gain&s;t the je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>Engli&s;h-man.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>SAy'&s;t thou &s;o, Friend <HI>Myn-heer?</HI></L>
<L>Then adieu to all fear,</L>
<L><HI>France, Ireland,</HI> Pope, Devil, come all if you dare:</L>
<L>Come <HI>Lads</HI> let's be jogging,</L>
<L>The <HI>French</HI> Ears want lugging,</L>
<L>And <HI>Teague,</HI> and <HI>Tyrconnel</HI>'s fal&s;e Hide mu&s;t have flog|ging <HI>for the je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Whil&s;t kind <HI>Dutch</HI> Tarpaulin</L>
<L>With <HI>Engli&s;h-boys</HI> fall in,</L>
<L>And both our &s;tout Navys proud <HI>Britain</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;hal wall in:</L>
<L>No pope &s;hal de&s;troy us,</L>
<L>Nor Mon&s;ieur annoy us,</L>
<L>With <HI>William</HI> and <HI>Marys</HI> ble&s;t Reign to<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> o'rejoy us <HI>Farewel je&s;uit.</HI></L>
</LG>
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