RIOT upon RIOT: OR, A Chant upon the Arresting the Loyal L. Mayor & Sheriffs.  

Gallants, If you would hear a Tale sung o'er,  
So daring and bold, 'twas never done before:  
See London's Loyal Sheriffs, and Lord Mayor,  
Bearing the Sword, Arrested in the Chair.   
To the Tune of, Burton Hall, or London's Loyalty.  

1.  
Rouse up Great MONARCH  
In the Royal Cause;  
The Great Defender  
Of our Faith and Laws:  
Now, now, or never,  
Crush the Serpent's Head,  
Or else the Poison  
Through the Land will spread.  
The Noble MAYOR,  
And his two Loyal SHRIEVES,  
Bearing the Sword's, assaulted  
By Usurping Thiefs,  
Who their Rebellious Riots  
Would maintain by Law:  
Oh! London! London!  
Where's Thy Justice now?   

II.  
Smite, smite, the Snakes  
Did first their Sting reveal,  
Stabbing thy ROYAL  
BROTHER in the Heel;  
And struck so many  
Loyal Martyr's dead,  
Now in the Sun  
Flies boldly at the Head.  
Slaves that resist  
All Power but their own;  
He that would usurp the CHAIR,  
Would next usurp the THRONE,  
Who neither ROYAL HEIR  
Nor LOYAL MAYORS allow:  
Oh! London! London!  
Where's thy Charter now?   

III.  
LONDON, of Faction's  
The eternal Spring,  
Yet so much favoured  
By a Gracious KING;  
Who dost such Deeds  
That have no parallel,  
Only to teach  
Thy Children to Rebel.  
This will record thee  
In the Books of Fame;  
This bold Attempt no Law,  
Nor Precedent can claim:  
Blood and the Crown, P— n  
And ‛ D— s outdo:  
Oh! London! London!  
Where's Thy Charter now?   

iv  
Was this the way  
Your Riots to repair;  
In spite o'th' CHARTER,  
To Arrest the MAYOR?  
And 'gainst the SHERIFFS  
Your shame Actions bring,  
'Cause justly chosen,  
And approved by th' KING?  
What call you this, but TREASON?  
Whilst the Fool  
That did Arrest the MAYOR  
Expects himself to Rule;  
And, save his own, no other  
Power would allow:  
Oh! London! London!  
Where's thy Charter now?   

V  
Hang up the Factious Heads  
That dare oppose  
The Sword of Justice,  
And the Ancient Laws:  
Who in his Office  
Dare Arrest the MAYOR,  
Disowns the Power  
That placed Him in the Chair.  
Tantarara ra!  
Let the Trumpets sound,  
Double all your Guards, and let  
The Cent'nels stand their ground:  
He that Arrests the MAYOR,  
Would bind the MONARCH too:  
Oh! London! London!  
Where's Thy Charter now?    

Westminster Printed in the Year MDCLXXXIII.