The Religious Turncoat; Or, a Late jacobite Divine turned Williamite. Licenced according to Order. Tune of, London is a Fine Town. (1) I Loved no King in Forty One, When Prelacy went down; A Cloak and Band, I then put on, And Preached against the Crown. Chorus. A Turncoat is a Cunning Man, That Cants to Admiration; And Prays for any King, to gain The People's Approbation. (2) I showed them Paths to Heaven untrod, From popery to refine 'em; And taught the People to serve God, As if the Devil were in 'em. Chor. A Turncoat, etc. (3) When Charles returned into our Land, The English Church Supporter, I shifted oft my Cloak and Band, And so became a Courtier. Chor. A Turncoat, etc. (4) The King's Religion I professed, And found there was no harm in't; I Coged and Flattered like the rest, Till I had got Preferment. Chor. A Turncoat, etc. (5) I taught my Conscience how to Cope With Honesty or Evil; And when I railed against the Pope, I sided with the Devil. Chor. A Turncoat, etc. (6) When Royal James began his Reign, And Mass was used in Common, I shifted off my Faith again, And then became a Roman. Chor. A Turncoat, etc. (7) I Orders took i'th' Church of Rome, And Read the Declarations, And proved that all the World must come To Transubstantiation. Chor. A Turncoat, etc. (8) His Holiness the Pope to please, By the Lord's Assistance, To bring in popery with more ease, I preached up Nonresistance. Chor. A Turncoat, etc. (9) Our Prince of Wales was soon betrayed, And then the Headstrong Rabble Grew angry with the Child, and made The Devil rock the Cradle. Chor. A Turncoat, etc. (10) When Cause grew Sick, and King grew Tame, I fell from Priest to Pagan; Just as the Belgic Lion came, To quell the Romish Dragon. Chor. A Turncoat, etc. (11) When William had possessed the Throne, And Cured the Nations Grievance, New Principles I then put on, And swore to him Allegiance. Chor. A Turncoat, etc. (12) And now Preach up King William's Right, Pray for his Foes Confusion; And shall remain a Williamite, Till another Revolution. Chorus. A Turncoat is a Cunning Man, That Cants to Admiration; And Prays for any King, to gain The People's Approbation. London, Printed for Rich. Kell, in West-Smithfield. 1693.