THE NORWICH LOYAL LITANY.  

DEfend us from all Popish Plots,  
That so the People fray;  
And eke also from Treacherous Scots,  
As bad or worse than they.   

From Parliaments long Rumps & Tails,  
From House of Commons Furies,  
Defend us eke from Protestant flails,  
And Ignoramus Juries.   

Protect us now, and evermore,  
From a white Sheet and Proctor;  
And from that Noble Peer brought o'er  
The Salamancha Doctor.   

A Doctor with a Witness sure,  
Both in his Rise and Fall:  
His Exit almost as obscure  
As his Original.   

Designs and Dangers far Remove,  
From this Distressed Nation,  
And Damn' the Traitorous Model of  
Bold Tony's Association.   

And may the Prick-eared Party that  
Have Coin enough in Cupboard,  
Forbear to Shiver an Estate,  
And Splinters mount for Hobart.   

From sixteen selfconceited Peers,  
Protect our Sovereign still;  
And from the Damned Petitioners,  
For the Exclusive Bill.   

Guard (Heaven) great Charles, & his Estate  
'Gainst Tony upon Tony;  
And from a House of Commons, that  
Will give the King no Money.   

From those that did design and laugh,  
At Tangier in Distress;  
And were Mahometans worse by half,  
Then all the Moors of Fez.   

From such as with Usurping hand,  
Drive Princes to Extremes;  
Confound all their Devices, and  
Deliver Charles, and James.   

But may the beauteous Youth come home,  
And do the thing that's fit,  
Or I must tell that Absalon,  
He has more Hair then Wit..   

May he be wise and soon expel  
Th' old Fox, th' old Fawning Elf;  
The time draws nigh Achitophel,  
Shan't need to hang himself,   

This Jury I've Empaneled here,  
Of honest lines and true,  
Vhom you'll I doubt at Westminster,  
Find Ignoramus too.    

LONDON: Printed for A. Banks, MDCLXXXII.