Murder out at last. IN A Ballad on the New PLOT.
To the Tune of,
Hey Boys up go We.
1.
Now, now the Plot is all come out,
That caus'd our Doubts and Fears,
And all the Tribe that made the Rout,
Both
Commoners and
Peers;
The mighty Patrons of the Cause,
'Gainst
Pagan Popery,
Who rais'd a Gibbet for our Foes,
And hey Boys up go we.
2.
With Sanctify'd Religious Zeal
The Brethren did agree,
To raise our Ancient Commonweal
On Christian Liberty:
To undermine the Church and State,
And blow up Monarchy;
But now alas! 'tis our own Fate,
And hey Boys up go we.
3.
A Holy Covenant we took,
To Sacrifice the King,
And next to him the Royal Duke,
A Bloody Offering;
For which, according to the Vote,
The Papists all shou'd dye;
But now the Saints have chang'd their note,
And hey Boys up go we.
4.
Our Zealous Covenanting
Saints,
Associating
Peers,
Each Heart for fear with
Patients Pants,
To lose more than his Ears;
Toney's dead, and
Monmouth's fled,
The Helm is turn'd a Lee,
The
Plot (the Nail) is knock'd o'th' head,
And hey then up go we.
5.
No longer may the Papists boast
Their Bloody Black Designs;
Old
Rome thy Ancient Glory's lost,
For all thy Learn'd Divines:
For Royal Murders, Treasons base,
And matchless Treachery,
The
Jesuits must now give place,
And hey Boys up go we.
6.
How well did we contrive the
Plot,
And laid it at their Door,
For which old
Stafford went to Pot,
And many Guiltless more?
But now the Tide is come about,
The truth of all we see;
And when the Murder all is out,
Then hey Boys up go we.
7.
Rumsey's Gold, and
Rumbold bold,
Conspire to kill the KING,
And
Pickering, in fatal hold,
Must answer for the thing;
Nelthorp, West, and all the rest,
With
Perkin may agree,
To be o'th'
Tower and Throne possest;
Then hey Boyes up go we.
8.
Our City
Ryots, Countrey
Routs,
That to Rebellion tend,
Our Races, and our Hunting-bouts
In Insurrections end;
The Rebel now is catch'd i'th' Snare
He lay'd for Monarchy;
At last the
Gallows claims its share,
And hey Boys up go we.
EDINBURGH Re-printed in the Year. 1683.