The ANTI-CURSE.  
Cursed be the Stars which did ordain,  
That Whigs in England e'er should reign,  
Who by their damned rebellious brood,  
Laid the Three Kingdoms all in Blood;  
Cursed be the Tribe, yea doubly cursed  
Be those that Murdered Charles the First,  
And may their Names recorded be  
In Hell to all Posterity.  
Cursed be the Tribe who would have done  
The same to Charles the Martyr's Son;  
But Cursed of all the Race be those,  
Who basely did King James depose:  
Under pretence to set us free,  
They sold us unto Slavery.  
Cursed be those Rebellious Knaves,  
To free themselves would make us Slaves;  
Cursed be that Rebel Delamere,  
Who with the Rabble did appear,  
When first th' Invasion was begun,  
Against the Father by the Son,  
Cursed be th'ungrateful Churchill, who  
Betrayed his King and Master too.  

Let us with one accord agree,  
To set our King and Country free,  
From this accursed Tyranny,   

Which by unnatural Usurpation,  
Beggars us for the good of th' Nation,  
Which is to Swear with mental Reservation.   
For sure he never could intent,  
The Church of England to defend,  
When Prelates he left in the Lurch,  
And set the Kirk above the Church;  

Unless he thought that Prelacy,  
The Common Prayer and Liturgy,  
Were all the Church's Enemy.   
Cursed be the Name of English Man,  
To Curse it more Live William.  
Then we completely shall be Cursed,  
For of all Curse he's the worst.  

How to Curse more I cannot tell,  
In him are all the Plagues of Hell,  
God bless King James, and so farewell.