The Swearers Chorus TO THE First Presbyterian PLOT.  
THere was a Monstrous Doctor; This Doctor had no Peer, a Rogue from his Cradle, and bred to Lie and Swear; And a Swearing we will go, will go, will go, and a Swearing we will go,  

II.  
A Bag for my Pilgrims,  
Another for Black Bills,  
Ten thousand blank Commissions  
To move as many Hills:  
And a Swearing we will go, will go, will go,  
And a Swearing we will go.   

III.  
A Bag for my Salary,  
From every Fool suborns,  
Three brawny Bums to follow me,  
And bugger them by turns:  
And a Bugg'ring we will go, etc.   

IV.  
A Bag for my Plunder,  
Sir William's on the scent;  
The Pole did ne'er so thunder  
In the Grand Vizier's Tent▪  
And a Plundering we will go, etc.   

V.  
A Bag for my Necklace,  
Another for my Plate;  
And all shall be Fish  
That comes in waller's Net;  
And a Plundering we will go, etc.   

VI  
A Bag for our Pistols  
And Consecrated Knives,  
And one for Tormentillio's,  
T'fright Fools out of their Lives:  
And a Plotting we will go, etc.   

VII.  
A Bag for the Parson,  
Another for Don John;  
Though I swore like a Whoreson,  
Yet still I would swear on:  
And a Swearing we will go, etc.   

VIII.  
Through four and twenty Keyholes  
I sallied like a Witch,  
And through as many Brick walls  
I'll swear I went through— stitch:  
And a Swearing we will go, etc.   

IX.  
To Lambeth we will go,  
Where we first made the PLOT;  
While Prance and I can swear and lie,  
They all shall go to pot;  
And a Plotting we will go, etc.   

X.  
Then we'll to Godfrey go,  
And find Him killed o'th' spot,  
And swear the Papists did it,  
To make a Popish Plot:  
And a Murdering we will go, etc.   

XI.  
A Gown I have for show  
Amongst the Clergy grave,  
And, when I please, a Cloak  
To hide the double Knave:  
And a Plotting we will go, etc.   

XII.  
I had a pretty knack  
To Wheedle, Swear and Lie;  
By the Rebellious Rabble  
How much admired was I!  
And a Swearing we will go, etc.   

XIII.  
In fair London Town  
I live, and pay no Rent;  
The Brethren they provide for me,  
And I am well content:  
And a Swearing we will go, etc.   

XIV.  
Of all Occupations  
The Swearer is most blessed;  
For when he swears most falsely,  
He's always paid the best:  
And a Swearing we will go, etc.   

XV.  
I fear no Plot against me,  
Although the Whigs rebel;  
Then who would be honest,  
Since such Rogues fare so well?  
And a Plotting we will go, will go, will go;  
And a Plotting we will go.    

Printed by N. T. at the entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden, 1684▪