Thompson Tell-lyes. OR An Answer to Titus Tell-troth,
To the Tune of,
Hail to the Mirtle Shades.
[1]
HAil to the
Devil and
Pope.
To
Lestrange and the rest of the Town,
To the
Tories who vainly do hope
To see
Protestants tumbling down;
To
Lestrange who has cover'd the Plot
As much as a
Knave could do,
All hail to that Scribling
Sot,
Who doth to the Romans bow;
[2]
Hail to the
Protestant Nat,
And hail to his Fulsome Dame,
Hail to that
Popish Brat
That bespatters our Church's same.
Hail to that
Knave in grain,
That never did good in his life,
All hail to that Murtherous
Cain,
Who with
Godfre's Ghost is at strife.
[3]
These Villains do
Titus despise,
They make him the bane of the Town,
They are broaching ten thousand lyes
'Bout his
Salamancha Gown;
They Curse him for saving the Land,
And are plotting his same to destroy,
Till
Jack Ketch takes such Rascals in hand
Our peace we shall never enjoy.
[4]
They call him a shred of a
Loom
They call him an
Orthodox beast
They
Stile-him the Curse and the
Doom
Of the
Lay-man as well as the
Priest,
Both
Papist and
Presbyter too;
Oh how do these lyes agree?
Sweet
Nat I'le be judged by you,
Unfold me this
Mistery.
[5]
Oh
Titus how have we abus'd
Thy kindness and love to this Land?
Our safety how have we refus'd?
How naked and bare do we stand?
We give way to the Plotters apace
Those that save us we go to destroy,
Oh! where is our wisdom and grace?
How can we our comfort enjoy?
[6]
Titus the light of the Town
They call Thee, (and well they may)
But
Banks that
Papisticall Clown
Calls Thee so in a jeering way;
He calls Thee, the scorn of the Court,
Oh! pity it should be so:
What catle do thither resort
By abusing of Thee we may know.
[7]
It galls them toth' heart we perceive
That against any
Popish Lord
Our Nobles should
Titus believe,
They grieve that he was not abhor'd.
They fret because
Stafford, did die,
And that
Shaftsbury yet is a live,
See where their Religion doth lie
Cramm'd up in a
Popish Bee-hive.
[8]
Titus did swear a pace
Against some that he never saw,
What man has the brazen face
To say he Transgrest the Law?
King, Council and Parliament, all
Believ'd him we plainly see,
Those that do not
I wish they may fall
By a
Rope from the
Triple Tree.
LONDON Printed for G. Parker.