The CONSPIRACY: OR, The Discovery of the Fanatick Plot.
To the Tune of,
Let
Oliver now be forgotten, &c.
[...]
I.
LEt
Pickering now be forgotten,
Old
Rumbold has wip'd off his scores;
Since
Presbyter Jack went a Plotting,
The
Jesuit's turn'd out of Doors:
For Brewing, swilling of Treason,
King-killing without reason,
Of all the Pack,
Noble or Peasant,
None can exceed old
Presbyter Jack.
II.
First, the hot
Sectaries Voted,
'Twas Treason to murther the King;
And next the bold
Regicides Plotted
To compass the very same Thing:
Their
Votes and
Arbitrary Power,
That sent the Lords to the Tower,
We now see plain,
Every hour,
They'd the old Game play over again.
III.
Rumsey and
Rumbold indented
At
Hodsden their Ambush to bring;
But
Heav'n and the
Fire prevented,
And
Providence guarded the KING:
The
Whigs the Treason propounded;
But when the Trumpet sounded
For
Cambridgeshire,
All were confounded,
Taken or fled both
Peasant and
Peer.
IV.
M— for Wit, who was able
To make to a Crown a pretence,
The Head and the Hope of the Rabble,
A
Loyal and
Politick Prince:
But now He's gone into
Holland,
To be a King of
no- Land,
Or else must be
Monarch of
Poland;
Was ever Son so
Loyal as He?
V.
Lord
G—y, and
A—ng the Bully,
That Prudent and Politick
Knight,
Who made of His Grace such a Cully,
Together have taken their flight:
Is this your
Races, Horse-matches,
His Grace's swift Dispatches
From Shire to Shire,
Under the Hatches,
Now above-Deck you dare not appear.
VI.
Brave
R—l, and
S—y the Bully,
That stood for the holy
Old Cause;
And
Trenchard drawn in for a Cully
In spight of Allegiance and Laws;
And
Wildman too, with his Cannon,
With
Walcot, Smith, and
Aaron,
With
Mead and
Bourn,
Every Man, on
To
Tyburn goes the next in his Turn:
VII.
Next Valiant and Noble Lord
H—,
That formerly dealt in Lambs-wool,
Who knows what it is to be Tower'd,
By Impeaching may fill the Jayls full:
And next to him Cully
B—n
The Wit; and famous
Hambden
Must take his place,
Who did abandon
All
Loyalty, Religion and
Graco.
VIII.
Hone, and
Rowse, the King and His Brother
That they were to kill 'em confest,
And now they hang up one another,
Holms, Blaney, Lee, Walcot and
West:
May all such Traytors discarded,
To
Tyburn be well guarded,
And ev'ry thing
Be so rewarded,
That would oppose so Gracious a KING.
Printed Anno Domini, 1683.