An Excellent New Hymn To the Mobile, exhorting them to Loyalty The Clean contrary Way.  
A popish Libel. 7. June. 1682.  
LEt Us advance the Good Old Cause; Fear not Tantivitiers, whose Threaten are as Senseless, as Our Jealousies and Fears; 'Tis We must perfect this Great Work, and all the Tories Slay, And make the KING a Glorious Saint, The clean contrary way.  

[2]  
It is for Liberty we Plot,  
And for the Public Good,  
By making Bishops go to Pot,  
And shedding Guiltless Blood;  
We'll Damn the Orthodoxal Beast,  
And their Adherents Slay;  
When these are down we shall be Blest,  

The clean contrary way.    

[3]  
When We the KING have Bankrupt lain,  
Of Power and Crown bereavest him,  
And all his Loyal Subjects Slain,  
And none but Rebels left him;  
When we have quite undone the Land,  
By IGNORAMUS sway;  
We'll settle the SUCCESSION, and  

The clean contrary way.    

[4]  
'tis to Preserve His Majesty,  
That We against Him rise,  
The Righteous Cause can never Die  
That's Managed by the Wise;  
Th' ASSOCIATION's a Just Thing,  
And That does seem to say,  
Who Fights for Us, Fights for the KING  

The clean contrary way.    

[5]  
RELIGION still must be th'intent,  
The Nation's Peace and Good,  
The Privileges of PARLIAMENT  
So Rarely Understood.  
We'll pull the Laws and Reason down,  
And Teach Men to Obey  
Their Sovereign, and the Rights o'th' Crown  

The clean contrary way.    

[6]  
Our Properties we'll upwards set,  
By Imprisonment and Plunder,  
And Needy Whigs Preferment get,  
To keep all TORIES under:  
We'll keep in Pension O and P  
To SWEAR, and to BETRAY  
The Interest of the KING, t'Advance  

The clean contrary way.    

[7]  
What though the KING be now misled  
By the Old Popish Crew;  
He'll find our Honesty has sped;  
And give us all our Due:  
For We (He knows) do Rail and PLOT,  
REBELLION to Obey,  
And that We stand for Peace and Truth,  

The clean contrary way.    

[8]  
And now my Noble Countrymen,  
You cannot doubt my Zeal,  
That have so True and Loyal been  
To KING and Commonweal;  
And if at last We chance to Hang  
For what We Do or Say;  
Our Comfort is, to Heaven We Gang  

The clean contrary way.     

LONDON, Printed by Nath. Tompson Anno Domin, 1682.