A NEW NARRATIVE OF THE OLD PLOT. A SONG:  
To the Tune of russel's Farewell.  

I.  
WHen Traitors did at Popery rail,  
because it taught Confession,  
When Bankrupts bawled for Property,  
and Bastards for Succession:  
When Tony durst espouse the Cause,  
spite of his Pox and Gout,  
When speaking Williams purged the House  
by spewing Members out.   

II.  
When Hunt a Twifort Pamplet wrote,  
the Emblem of his Soul,  
When Oats swore whom he pleased in's Plot  
and reigned without control:  
When L—— ce Lampooned the Court,  
and Libelled Cats and Dogs,  
When Witnesses like Mushrooms sprung,  
out of the Irish Bogs.   

III.  
Then Perkin thought 'twas time to prove,  
his claim to Kingship Fair,  
And saith 'tis fit the People's Son,  
should be the People's Heir:  
So filled with Zeal he and his Knight,  
Carress'd and Court the Rout,  
And my Lord Duke goes up and down,  
to show his Grace about.   

IV.  
Tho' F— d Lord G G —y would not engage,  
upon that idle score,  
For he would have a Commonwealth,  
as well as Common Whore:  
He envied his Old Friend a Crown,  
but why I can't devise,  
For's Grace had graced his Lordship's head,  
with Horns of Noble size.   

V.  
Likewise his Patron Zeal grew high,  
th' Exclusion to advance,  
And the Right Heir must be debarred,  
for fear of Rome and France:  
The Zeelous Commons then resolved,  
and they knew what they did,  
By whomsoever King should fall,  
the Papists Throats should bleed.   

VI  
So murdering Poniards oft are slipped,  
into a Guiltless Hand;  
And Innocence is sacrificed,  
whilst Malefactors stand;  
By Hell's assistance than they framed  
their damned Association,  
And worthy Men, and Men worthy,  
divided all the Nation.   

VII.  
Fools oft and Mad Men leave the less,  
and choose the greater Evil,  
Thus for fear of POPERY,  
run headlong to the Devil:  
At last these Loyal Souls propose,  
to ease their Sovereign's Cares,  
If he'll sit down and first remove  
their Jealousies and Fears.   

VIII.  
Just the Old trick and sham-Device,  
of Belzebub their Sire,  
If he'll fall down and Worship them,  
they'll grant his hearts desire;  
Nay, Lives and Fortunes than shall be  
entirely all his own,  
If he will fairly once disclaim  
his Brother and a Crown.    

London Printed for John Moxom. 1684.