The LOYAL SHERIFFS of LONDON and Middlesex. Upon their Election.  
To the Tune of, Now at last the Riddle is Expounded.  

  

1.  
NOw at last the Matter is Dicided,  
Which so long the Nation has divided;  
Misguided  
By Interest and blind Zeal,  
Which so well in Forty four they Acted;  
Now with greater hear,  
They again act o'er like Men Distracted,  
To give to Monarchy a new defeat.   

2.  
Famous North, of Noble Birth and Breeding,  
And in Loyal Principles Exceeding;  
Is pleading  
To stand his Country's Friend,  
To do Justice to the King and Nation,  
Some so much oppose,  
To renew the work of REFORMATIOM,  
And carry on again the Good Old Cause.   

3.  
Next Renowned Box as high Commended,  
And of Loyal Parentage Descended;  
Intended  
To do the City Right,  
With true Courage and firm Resolution,  
He the Hall Adorns;  
But the Heads were all in great Confusion:  
Such Din there was and rattling with their Horns.   

4.  
Prick up Ears, and push for one another,  
Let not Box (an old Malignant) Brother;  
Nor ' tother  
Our Properties Command,  
He's a Malignant, North is nothing better,  
They walk Hand in Hand,  
He you know is the Lord Mayor's Creature:  
And therefore 'tis not fit that they should stand.   

5.  
Where are now our Liberties and Freedom?  
Where shall we find Friends when we should need 'em?  
To bleed 'em  
And pull the Tory's down,  
To push for our Interest, who can blame us?  
Sheriffs rule the Town,  
When we lose our Darling IGNORAMUS:  
We lose the Combat, and the day's their own.   

6.  
Then let every Man stand by his Brother,  
Poll o'er ten times, Poll for one another;  
What a Pother  
You see the Tory's make,  
Now or never, now to save your Charter,  
O, your Hearts will ache,  
If it goes for th●m expect no Quarter:  
If Law and Justice rule, our heels must shake:   

7.  
Rout, a Rout, join Apprentice, Poor and Peasant,  
Let the White-Hall ●arty call it Treason,  
'Tis Reason  
We should our Necks Defend,  
Routs and Riots, Tumults and Sedition,  
Poll 'em o'er again,  
These do best agree with our Condition;  
If Monarchy prevail, we're all lost men.   

8.  
The Lord Mayor is Loyal in his Station,  
Alas what will become o'th' Reformation;  
O'th' Nation  
If the Shrieves be Loyal too?  
Wrangle, Brangle, hust and keep a Clatter;  
If we lose the Field,  
Poll 'em o'er again, it makes no matter:  
For tho' we lose the Day, we scorn to Yield.   

9  
Ten for Box, and Twenty for Papillion,  
North a Thousand, and Dubois a Million:  
What Villain  
Our Interest dare oppose?  
With those Noble Patriots thus they sided,  
To uphold the Cause;  
But the good Lord Mayor the case Decided:  
And once again two Loyal Worthies Chose.   

10.  
Noble North, and Famous Box promoted,  
By due Course and Legal Choice allotted;  
They Voted  
To be the City Shrieves,  
And may they both to London's Commendation,  
Her ancient Rights restore,  
To do that Justice to the King and Nation,  
Which former Factions have denied before.    

LONDON, Printed for M. Thompson, 1682.