A Congratulation on the Happy Discovery of the Hellish Fanatic Plot.  
To the Tune of, Now, now the Fight's done.  

1.  
COme now let's Rejoice,  
And the City Bells ring,  
And the Bonfires kindle,  
Whilst unto the KING  
We pay on our Knees  
The grand Tribute that's due,  
Of Thanks and Oblations,  
Which now we renew,  
For Mercies that we  
Have received of late,  
From Prudence and Justice  
Diverting our Fate.   

2.  
The Curtain is drawn,  
And the Clouds are dispersed;  
The PLOT's come to light,  
That in darkness did Nest:  
Jack Calvin's displayed  
With his Colours in Grain,  
And who were the Traitors  
And Villains 'tis plain:  
The Traps that they laid,  
And the Snares that they set,  
Have caught them at last  
In their own silly Net:   

3.  
The Foreman himself,  
That Offspring of Hell,  
In whose wicked Breast  
All Treason doth dwell,  
To the Tower is sent,  
With his Triple Name,  
Whilst the Triple-Tree groans  
For his Carcase again,  
And many Rogues more  
Their Leader will follow  
Unto the same Place,  
Whilst we whoop and Hollow.   

4.  
The Libelling Tribe  
Who so long have Reigned,  
And sowed Sedition,  
Shall now be Arraigned;  
Their sham's and their Lies  
Shall do them no good,  
When they come to the Tree,  
There's no Shamming that Wood:  
Janeway and Curtis  
In the Forlorn Hope,  
Then Vile, Smith and Care  
Shall Neck the next Rope.   

5.  
So, so, let them die  
That would Monarches destroy,  
And spit all their Venom  
Our Land to annoy:  
If that their Power were  
To their Malice equal,  
And their Courage the same,  
They'd soon ruin all;  
But their Courage is low,  
And their Power but small;  
Their Treason is High,  
And must have a Fall.   

6.  
When Trojans of Old  
(Our Ancestors) were  
In danger of Shipwreck,  
And tossed here and there;  
Great Neptune soon quelied  
Those Rebels and Storms,  
With brandished Trident,  
And freed them from harms;  
They fled from his Face,  
Through the guilt of their Cause,  
As these from our Lion,  
If he stretch out his Paws.   

7.  
Go Devils, be gone  
To the Region below,  
Here's no business of yours,  
Or aught left to do:  
No Tempter we need,  
We can act all ourselves,  
Without any help  
From you silly Elves;  
For what Presbyter Acts,  
He thinks a disgrace  
All Hell should outdo him,  
Or dare show their Face.   

8.  
For produce all the Ill  
That Hell ever hatched,  
'Tis nothing at all,  
When it comer to be match's  
With what has been Plotted  
By Traitors of late,  
Who aimed at the Ruin  
Of Church, and of State:  
By Perjury, Bribes,  
By suborning all Evil,  
By Murder, and worse  
Than e'er came from th' Devil.   

9  
Now Presbyter come  
And submit thy stiff Neck,  
Thou labourest in vain  
Our great Monarch to check;  
Whose Power Divine  
No Mortals control,  
But hazard the loss  
Of both Body and Soul:  
Then banish for ever  
Your Commonwealth hope,  
Which tends to destruction,  
And ends with A ROPE.   

EPILOGUE.  
With Wine of all sorts  
Let the Conduits run free,  
And each true heart drink  
The KING's Health on his Knee,  
No Treason shall lodge  
In our Breasts while we live,  
To God, and to Caesar  
Their Due we will give;  
We'll pray with our Hearts,  
And fight with our Hands,  
Against all fanatics,  
When Great CHARLES Commands.