The WHIGS laid open, OR, An Honest Ballad of these sad Times.  
To a Merry Tune, called Old Simon the King.  

I.  
NOw the Plotters & Plots are confounded,  
And all their Designs are made known  
Which smellt so strong of the Round-head,  
And Treason of Forty One.  
And all the Pious Intentions  
For Property, Liberty, Laws,  
Are found to be only Inventions,  
To bring in their Good Old Cause.  
And all the Pious, etc.   

II.  
By their delicate Bill of Exclusion,  
So hotly pursued by the Rabble;  
They hoped to have made such Confusion,  
As never was seen at Old Babel.  
The● Shaftsbury's brave City Boys,  
And M—ths Country Relations,  
Were ready to second the Noise,  
And send it throughout the 3 Nations.  
Then Shaftsbury' s, etc.   

III.  
No more of the 5 th' of November,  
T●at Dangerous Desperate Plot;  
But ever with horruor remember  
Old Tony, Armstrong, and Scot  
For Tony should ne'er be forgotten,  
Nor Ferguson's Popular Rules;  
Nor M—th, or G G —y, when they're rotten,  
For Popular, Politic Fools.  
For Tony should, etc.   

IV.  
The Murder of Father and King,  
And Extinguishing all the right Line,  
Was a Good and a Godly thing;  
And worthy the Whigs Design:  
The Hanging of Prelate, and Peer,  
And putting the Guards to the Sword,  
And Flaying, and Slashing Lord Mayors,  
Was to do the Work o'the Lord.  
The Hanging of, etc.   

V.  
But I hope they will have their Desert,  
And the Gallows will have its due,  
And Jack Catch will be more Expert,  
And in time be as Rich as a Jew,  
Whilst now in the Tavern we Sing,  
All Joy to great York and his Right,  
A Glorious long Reign to our King;  
But when They'v'e occasion we'll Fight.  
Whilst now in the Tavern, etc.   

VI  
The name of a Whig and a Tory,  
No more shall Disquiet the Nation;  
We'll Fight for the Church and her Glory,  
And Pray for this Reformation.  
That every Factious Professor,  
And every Zealous Pretender  
May humble 'em, to the Successor  
Of Charles, our Nation's Defender.  
That every Factious etc.    

Printed by N. T. at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden, 1683▪