The Compleat Swearing Master: A Rare New Salamanca BALLAD.
To the Tune of, Now now the Fight's done.
[...]
[1]
ONce on a time, the
Dr. did Swear,
By the help of his Friend the Prince of the Air,
He was busie in Consult, one day in
Spain,
And on the same day in
England again,
And the Dr.
did Swear, that Noble Don John,
Though little and Black▪ was a tall Fair Man.
[2]
The
Dr. Swore he brought Commissions to Town,
From Father
Oliva, to men of Renown:
To raise mighty-Force, the King to destroy,
For which many
Ruffians the
Pope did employ;
And the Dr.
did Swear that little Don John,
Was Fair and also a very tall Man.
[3]
That forty thousand
Pilgrims there were,
Arm'd with
Black, Bills, that march'd in the Air,
And ready to strike, when
Pope should command,
And carry to
Rome poor little
England.
And the
Dr. did Swear, as few others can,
That little
Don John is a tall Fair Man.
[4]
And the
Dr. did Swear he had Letters full many,
But for all he Swore, he ne'r produc'd any,
It's much he kept none to make out the matter,
But it may be he lost them, in crossing the water;
But that's all one, the
Dr. Swore on,
That little
Don John was a tall Fair Man.
[5]
He Swore two hundred thousand pounds sent,
To
Ireland, which was all to be spent,
[...]n
Squibs to burn houses,
Amunition and
Bills,
And pay Popish Doctors for
King-killing Pills:
Which he swore had been done if the
Plot had gon on,
And then Swore
Don John a very Fair Man.
[6]
And the
Dr. did swear he knew not some men,
Yet afterwards Swore, he knew them again;
And the
Dr. did Swear by fair candle-light,
He could not discern a Man from a
Mite:
But believe him who will, for I hardly can,
That little
Don John is a tall Fair Man.
[7]
And he swore he always a Protestant was,
And ne'r car'd a Fart for
Pope or for
Mass,
And he swore he went to St.
Omers to find
What the
Jesuits had against
England design'd.
And the
Dr. did swear, deny it who can,
That little
Don John is a tall Fair Man.
[8]
And the
Dr. did swear a thousand things more,
That discovering the plot had made him so poor,
And he swore himself 700 pounds worse,
But a pox of all lies, take that with a curse:
But I'le not beleiv't, although others can,
That little
Don John is a tall Fair, Man.
[9]
Now if it should please the
Dr. to swear
To keep his hand in, a Man is a Bear;
Or the
Dr. will swear his Soul to the
Devil,
He shall do it for me, I love to be Civil;
Every man in his way, let the Dr. swear on,
But I beg his excuse in the size of
Don John.
[10]
The
Dr. may swear the
Crow to be white,
Or a
Pigmey to be of
Gygantick height,
Or double his numbers of
Pilgrims and
Bills,
And swear them drawn up in
Lincolns-Inn-fields.
I hear't and believ't as much as I can,
That little
Don John is a tall Fair Man.
[11]
There's no stopping the tide, let the
D. swear on,
The black is the fair, or the fair the black Man,
Or swear what he will I care not a Tu
[...]
I'de as soon as his, take another mans word:
So
Dr. be damn'd and swear all you can,
Don John
is not tall, nor yet a Fair Man:
LONDON: Printed for Allen Banks, 1682.