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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<STC T="G">c.121.g.9[90]</STC>
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<HEAD>Jack PRESBITER.</HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>To the Tune of,</HI> Some &s;aid the Papist had a Plot, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></OPENER>
<DIV2 TYPE="license">
<HEAD>Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>JAck</HI> Presbyter pricks up his Ears,</L>
<L>And flouri&s;hes now his Flail;</L>
<L>The Bea&s;t has now laid by his Fears,</L>
<L>And curls his wanton Tail:</L>
<L><HI>O for the Church, and Crown,</HI> he cries,</L>
<L><HI>The Day is all our own;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Scotti&s;h Clans begin to ri&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Bi&s;hops they must down.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>But hold, good Sir, be not too hot,</L>
<L>Nor count before your Ho&s;t,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t you at la&s;t &s;hould pay the Shot,</L>
<L>For all your m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">ghty Boa&s;t:</L>
<L>We han't forgot your former Feats,</L>
<L>Nor &s;anctify'd Trapans,</L>
<L>Religions Tricks, and Holy Cheats,</L>
<L>With all your Canting Shams.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Remember how the Game begun,</L>
<L>In Forty One of old,</L>
<L>When you with th' Hare did &s;eem to run,</L>
<L>But with that Hound did hold;</L>
<L>You &s;wore to fight for, and defend</L>
<L>The Per&s;on of the King;</L>
<L>But perjur'd Praytors, in the end,</L>
<L>Him to the Block did bring.</L>
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<LG>
<L>That ble&s;&s;ed Martyr's Royal Blood,</L>
<L>Does &s;till for Vengeance call,</L>
<L>And on the damn'd <HI>Geneva</HI> Brood,</L>
<L>The Cur&s;e in time will fall.</L>
<L>Give them but Rope they'll hang them&s;elves,</L>
<L>So ha&s;ty is their Fate;</L>
<L>Or <HI>Ketch</HI> will ketch tho&s;e &s;nevelling Elves,</L>
<L>In Mou&s;e trap of the State.</L>
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<LG>
<L>A &s;curvy, &s;ow'r, ill-natur'd Race,</L>
<L>The&s;e Pre&s;byterians are;</L>
<L>You may read Faction in their Face,</L>
<L>If you can them out-&s;tate;</L>
<L>For with Prede&s;tinating Eyes,</L>
<L>Like Bazalisks they <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">ill,</L>
<L>There's Poy&s;on in their Glances lies,</L>
<L>By which they wound at will.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Beware of them, all you that prize,</L>
<L>The King, the Church, and Laws,</L>
<L>For they'll tell you ten thou&s;and Lies,</L>
<L>to prop the good Old Cau&s;e:</L>
<L>They'll promi&s;e much, but none perform,</L>
<L>When Sword is in their Hand;</L>
<L>We mu&s;t expect a poppering Storm,</L>
<L>if er'e they get Command.</L>
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<LG>
<L>T'th' Works of Grace, the Brethren then,</L>
<L>With Heart and Hand will fall;</L>
<L>Each Hedg-hog Saint, will &s;neak in's Den,</L>
<L>But his Bri&s;&s;els turn to all;</L>
<L>Plund'ring and Seque&s;tration too</L>
<L>will then &s;eem very meet;</L>
<L>Titles to Bi&s;hops Lands they'll &s;hew;</L>
<L>Church-bread is wond'rous &s;weet.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The&s;e things, and more we mu&s;t expect,</L>
<L>Of our unkinder Fate,</L>
<L>Shou'd ever mount Presbiter <HI>Jack</HI></L>
<L>In Saddle of the State;</L>
<L>No King wou'd er'e be &s;afe in's Throne:</L>
<L>Then mark well what I Sing,</L>
<L>The Miter only props the Crown,</L>
<L>No Bi&s;hop, then no King.</L>
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<P>Printed in the Year, 1690.</P>
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