A New BALLAD, With the Definition of the Word TORY.  

To the Tune of Hey Boys up go we.  

THe Word Tory's of Irish Extraction,  
'Tis a Legacy they have left here,  
They came here in their Brogues,  
And have acted like Rogues,  
In endeavouring to learn us to Swear.  
Those Papists, I may rather say Atheists,  
Was sent with a Shame to the Town,  
To Swear one Plot up and another Plot down.   

With a thick Irish Air, like the same that they Swear,  
Contradiction in every Line;  
But this I conclude, their understanding's not good,  
Their Reason's left in Ireland behind.   Towzer. 
I will ●●ite on and Shame as I have begun.  Thomson. 
And I will Lie in Print as you have done.  Church of ENGLAND. 
There's nothing essential that divides us two.  PRESBYTER. 
Let us combine against the common Foe.  

SEE how the Tories drives their Trade,  
Cloaks all with Forty One,  
As all the Rogueries of that Age  
By Presbyter was done:  
But if you'll trace them to the place  
Where first they did agree,  
You'll find the Plot was laid at Rome  
To destroy the Monarchey.   

The Jubilies that was held there  
For th'destruction of this Land.  
A Thousand Masses was prepared  
To keep up the holy Band;  
A League or Covenant you may call't.  
Judge which will best agree,  
Was hatched at Rome, transported here,  
To destroy our Monarchey.    

The Second Part to the same Tune.  

At Richelius Closet had second Birth,  
And privately sent hither  
To breed dissension in Church and State,  
We one might hate another.  
It may trouble every Protestant  
That these things e'er should be,  
Their shaming Plots would cut out Throats  
To destroy the Monarchey.   

And yet they're the Sham-pretenders  
That balls out the Old Cause,  
And swears they're the great defenders  
And supporters of our Laws:  
They'll defend the King by swearing round  
God Damn them it shall be,  
And add the Cross to the Tripple-Crown  
To support the Monarchey.   

They're not ashamed of Eighty-Eight,  
Or the Gunpowder Plot;  
The Irish-Mssacre is dead,  
And quite with them forgot;  
They have forgot those Stratagems  
Did not with us agree,  
They used the means, but lost the ends  
To destroy the Monarchey.   

And now they act it o'er again,  
Their shame designs, to bring  
These Kingdoms in a Civil War,  
Swear they'll preserve the King.  
Thinks all their former faults forgot;  
But he that reads may see,  
They Plot to Live, and Live by Plot  
To destroy our Monarchey.   

This Holy and Religious Church  
Directs them in this way,  
To swear they will defend the the King  
By making us there prey.  
The Church of England it must down  
As well as Presbytree,  
Because it doth defend the Crown  
Of our great Monarchey.   

L'Estrange, their English Bellarmine  
Writ on in their defence,  
And scandalous Thompson Prints the same,  
Who never yet knew sense.  
St. Omers Hedg-burds go to work,  
And make it there Decree,  
To preserve the King by pulling down  
The English Monarchey.   

By Dispensation from the Pope  
We will set up another,  
A King that never shall revoke  
The Holy Church his Mother;  
We'll extinguish all that Scottish Race  
Which favours Heresy,  
Set up a Roman in his place,  
In our great Monarchey.   

The Penal Statutes they shall down,  
Which long has boar the sway,  
High Mass be sung in every Church,  
Processions every way;  
We'll Reform the Church by dint of Sword  
Since the Keys they will not do,  
We'll make the Whigs dance a new Jig,  
And to the Altar bow.   

But Heavens preserve our great Monarch,  
With the Partner of his Bed,  
May Britain's Diadem lastingly  
Sat fast on Charles his Head:  
While that the Sun and Moon endures,  
In this let us agree,  
To Defend the King and preserve the Laws  
Of this great Monarchey.     
FINIS.  

LONDON: Printed for R. Let, in the Year, MDCLXXXII.