A Song of the New Plot.  
To the Tune of, Jones Placket is torn, etc.  

1.  
HAve you not lately heard  
of Lords sent to the Tower, 
H— d and S— y.   
Who 'gainst the Popish Plotters,  
seemed men of chiefest power:  
But now they're got, into the Plot,  
and all their power in vain,  
For the Plot is rend and torn,  
and will never be mended again.  
'Tis rend and torn, and torn and rend,  
and rend and torn in twain,  
For the Plot is rend and torn,  
and will never be mended again.   

2.  
Fitz-Harris they supposed  
a fitting Instrument,  
The Duke, and Queen, and King  
himself to circumvent:  
But now he's hanged, and all his Gang  
will follow the same strain,  
For the Plot is rend and torn,  
and will never be mended again, etc.   

3.  
The Joiner he did march  
to Oxford to be Tried,  
Where he did find a Jury,  
who were not Whiggifyed:  
And for his Joining in the Plot,  
a Halter he did gain,  
For the Plot is rend and torn,  
and will never be mended again, etc.   

4.  
They say that Mr. Dugdale, 
As Celle●●e declared in my Lord Scaffolds Trial.   
so honest and so true,  
Is one of the King's Evidence,  
against this wicked Crew:  
And now they aim, him to defame,  
but all will be in vain,  
For the Plot is rend and torn,  
and will never be mended again, etc.   

5.  
The crafty should Sh —y,  
is caught in his own Snare,  
HE has hired many Rogues,  
themselves for to forswear:  
And now undone, with Hetherington,  
and all his hired Train,  
For the Plot is rend and torn,  
and will never be mended again, etc.   

6.  
Thus Innocence we see 
The Duke and Queen falsely accused by Fitz-Haris.   
begins for to appear,  
Since Rogues for want of Pardons,  
the Truth are fain to swear:  
Had it been so, some years ago,  
we'd hit on the right vein,  
For the Plot is rend and torn,  
and will never be mended again, etc.    

A DIALOGUE Between Mrs. Celier and the L. S— y.  Cel. 
S— y, what's become of the Plot?  Sh. 
I would thou wert hanged, and it forgot:  
But if I once come out of the Tower,  
I'll Plot as much as I did before.  Cel. 
S— y, what's become of the Plot?  Sh. 
I now am proved a Traitorous Sot,  
For raising men to take the King,  
And him to the Block with his Father bring.  Cel. 
S— y, what's become of the Plot?  Sh. 
Fitz-Harris like an Irish Sot,  
Has me betrayed, and H— d too,  
And now we know not what to do.  Cel. 
S— y, what's become of the Plot?  Sh. 
Why we are got in, and the Papists out▪  
For now they have freed Sir Stapleton,  
And I must be hanged, and Hetherington▪  Cel. 
S— y, what's become of the Plot?  Sh. 
My Witnesses have got the Rot;  
But if I trust such Rogues again,  
Then I'll be hanged. Cel. Amen. A●●●▪   
FINIS.