A SONG of the Light of the three Nations turned into DARKNESS Or Oats made Freeman of Whitington's College, for Perjury, Scandalum Magnatum, and something like Treason.  
To an excellent old Tune called Cavalilly-man.  

COme all our Caballers & Parliament Votes  
That stickled for hanging & cutting of throats,  
Lament the misfortune of perjured Oats.  
Who first must be Pillor'd and after be Hanged.   

What Devil suspected this, 5 years agone,  
When I was in hopes to hang up half the Town,  
I Swore against Mitre and Cursed the Crown.  
But now must be Pillor'd and after be Hanged.   

I cursed the Bishops and hanged up the Priests,  
I swore myself Doctor yet never could Preach,  
But a Cant full of Blasphemy all I could reach.  
I now must be Pillor'd, and after be Hanged.   

Now Oats is i'th' Cubboard & Manger with Colt,  
The Cauldron may boil me for fear I should moult,  
here I have ne'er a Bum for a Wheel-barrow jolt.  
Yet now must be Pillor'd and after be Hanged.   

My forty Commissions and Spanish black Bills,  
Invisible Arms lodged upon Hills,  
Such old perjured Nonsense my Narrative fills.  
That I now must be Pillor'd and after be Hanged.   

My twelve pounds a Week I want to support  
For stinking i'th' City and fouling the Court,  
Like Devil in Dungeon I'm now hampered for't.  
Yet first must be Pillor'd and after be Hanged   

They hang us in order, the Devil knows how,  
'Zounds all that e'er put one paw to the Blow,  
I ne'er feared the Devil would fail me till now.  
That I first must be Pillor'd & after be hanged   

For Calling the Duke a Papist and Traitor,  
I often have called the King little better,  
I'm fast by the heels like a Beast in a Fetter.  
I first must be Pillor'd and after be Hanged.   

I swore that the Queen would Poison the King,  
That Wakeman had moneys the Poison to bring,  
When I knew in my heart there was no such thing.  
I now must be Pillor'd and after be Hanged.   

I'm Resolved to be hanged dead drunk like Hugh Peter  
If I can but have my Skin stuffed with good Liquor,  
Then I shall limp to old Tapskie much quicker.  
But I first must be Pillor'd and after be hanged    

London Printed for J. Dean, Bookseller in Cranborn-street near Newport House in Leicester-Fields 1684.