The WHIG's Exaltation;  
A Pleasant New SONG of 82. To an Old Tune of 41.  
NOw Now the Tories all shall stoop, Religion and the Laws, and Whigs on Commonwealth Get up to Tap the Good Old Cause: Tantivy-Boys shall all go down, And haughty Monarchy; The Leathern Cap shall brave the Throne; Then hay Boys up go We.  

[2]  
When once that Anti-christian Crew  
Are crushed, and Overthrown,  
We'll teach the Nobles how to bow,  
And keep their Gentry down;  
Good Manners has a bad Repute,  
And tends to Pride we see;  
We'll therefore cry all Breeding down,  
And Hey Boys up go We.   

[3]  
The Name of Lord shall be Abhorred,  
For every Man's a Brother;  
What Reason then in Church or State  
One Man should Rule another?  
Thus having Peeled and Plundered all,  
And Levelled each Degree,  
We'll make their plump young Daughters fall,  
And Hey Boys up go We.   

[4]  
What though the KING and Parliament  
Cannot accord together,  
We have good Cause to be Content,  
This is Our Sunshine Wether;  
For if good Reason should take place,  
And they should both agree,  
agree who'd be in a Roundheads Case,  
For hay then up go We?   

[5]  
We'll down with all the Versities  
Where Learning is Professed;  
For they still Practise, and Maintain  
The Language of the Beast;  
We'll Exercise in every Grove,  
And Preach beneath a Tree;  
We'll make a Pulpit of a Tub,  
Then hay Boys up go We.   

[6]  
The Whigs shall Rule Committee Chair,  
Who will such Laws Invent,  
As shall Exclude the Lawful Heir  
By Act of Parliament:  
We'll cut His Royal Highness down,  
Even shorter by the Knee,  
That He shall never reach the Throne,  
Then hay Boys up go We.   

[7]  
We'll Smite the Idol in Guild-Hall,  
And Then (as we were wont,)  
We'll cry it was a Popish Plot,  
And Swear those Rogues have done't;  
His Royal Highness to Unthrown  
Our Interest will be,  
For if He ere Enjoy His own,  
Then hay Boys up go We.   

[8]  
We'll break the Windows which the Whore  
Of Babylon has Painted;  
And when their Bishops are pulled down,  
Our Elders shall be Sainted:  
Thus having quite Enslaved the Throne,  
Pretending to set Free,  
At last the Gallows claims its own,  
Then hay Boys up go We.    

LONDON, Printed by Nath. Thompson Anno Domini, 1682.