THE Jacobites Exultation Upon their conceived hopes of the Present PLOT.  

I.  
NOW, now the Stubborn Whigs may Rot,  
Their Cause is quite undone,  
We have at last contrived Plot,  
Exceeding Forty One.  
We'll make the Bigosts all believe,  
If they would happy be,  
They must Mack-Ninny's Right retrieve;  

Then high Boys up go we.    

II.  
From Pulpit tall our Priest shall bawl,  
What wonders have been done,  
How Whigs the Father did Enthral,  
And how they served the Son.  
For though the giddy Vulgar Rout,  
No difference can see,  
We'll impudently face it out;  

Then high Boys up go we.    

III.  
Though we our Duty have forgot,  
To testify our Zeal,  
We'll swear King Will▪ into Plot,  
Against the Commonweal.  
The Dutch and He do both combine,  
That way to set us free,  
But we'll restore the Scotish Line;  

Then high Boys up go we.    

IV.  
No cost and labour we'll refuse,  
For Valiant Jemmy's Right,  
We'll Flatter, Lie, Collogue, Accuse,  
And any thing but Fight.  
We'll swear Dissenters hate the King,  
And English Monarchy,  
Though to the Throne they did him bring;  

Then high Boys up go we.    

V.  
Our Matters so we'll bring about,  
They shall no more complain,  
And as we lately Preached him out,  
We'll Pray him in again.  
We'll make our Pulpit ring aloud  
Of Truth and Loyalty,  
With this Device we'll shame the Crowd;  

Then high Boys up go we.    

VI  
Our Prayers and Tears we all do know  
With Orange did prevail.  
To cut the Ocean's stormy Brow,  
With twice three hundred Sail.  
And as they served do bring him o'er,  
To set the Nation free,  
So they'll bring James to his old Shore;  

And high Boys up go we.    

VII.  
Our Holy Primate in his Den,  
Lies close as Mouse in Cheese,  
To each Petition cries Amen,  
For such good Days as these.  
When rambling Jeams again shall come,  
What wonder will it be,  
That he who's pawned his Soul to Rome  
Should set God's People free.   

VIII.  
Thus do the Holy Brotherhood,  
Their Villainies maintain,  
To Treason Invocate the God  
They every Day profane.  
Then since they're grown so vile and lewd,  
And there's no hopes they'll mend,  
The Devil himself take all the Brood,  
Henceforth World without end.   
FINIS