The Night-walkers; Or, The Loyal HUZZA.  
Since Treason never wanted a Pretence,  
Sure Virtues chiefest Guard is Innocence;  
But I'll not trust her with it at this time,  
For fear I make my Innocence a Crime:  
Imposing Man may Virtue backward draw,  
Therefore I'll Guard her with a loud Huzza.  
To the Tune of, On the Bank of a River, etc.  

THe Town is our own,  
when the Streets are all clear;  
We manage the humour,  
and laugh at all fear;  
Then down goes the Bully,  
the Heck, and Night-Walker;  
The whispering Cully,  
and every loud Talker:  
The Constable flies,  
and his Clubmen withdraw;  
When they hear the fierce cries  
of the dreadful Huzza:  
The Constable; etc.   

[2]  
We neither do spare then,  
Gown, Surplice, nor Sword,  
But draw up our Forces,  
and give them the Word:  
Down down goes the Lawyer,  
the Priest, and the Captain;  
And woe to the House  
that a Candle is kept in:  
We'll make the Glass fly,  
and the Pimps stand in awe,  
When they hear the fierce cry  
of the Dreadful Huzza:  
We'll make the Glass, etc.   

[3]  
Mistake us not neither,  
for all our loud Huffing;  
We'll scorn and abhor to  
the Name of a Russian:  
Our Prince we do Honour,  
and all that are Loyal;  
The Duke and his Interest,  
but Whigg we defy all:  
And those who'd change Kings,  
without Reason or Law,  
We'll make them to swing,  
or observe our Huzza:  
And those, etc.   

[4]  
If a Yea of a Nay,  
or a brave of the Court,  
Or a Canting soft Sister,  
that's fit for the sport,  
Down Tabytha goes then,  
the Saint and the Wicked,  
Tho' they're Lungs are consumed,  
till they sing like a Cricket:  
We'll make 'em strain high,  
to declare for our Law,  
And advance the fierce cry,  
of the Dreadful Huzza:  
we'll make, etc.   

[5]  
Huzza is the Word,  
wheresoever we go,  
We own not a Friend,  
nor we fear not a Foe:  
The Wine in our heads,  
and the Sword in our hands,  
Are able to baffle  
The City Train'dbands:  
We scorn to subscribe  
to your Reason or Law,  
Since we have a Tribe  
to maintain the Huzza:  
We scorn, etc.   

[6]  
If we chance for to meet  
with a party Bravading,  
In Modish Harangues,  
or in brisk Sarranading;  
Our Link-Boys do summons  
to silence their Piping,  
Which strait they obey,  
for fear of our Fight:  
The Squires and their Pipers,  
submit and withdraw,  
Whilst we give the Ladies  
a swinging Huzza:  
The Squires, etc.   

[7]  
Some Play, Swear, and Whore,  
some do Plot, Pimp, and Pad,  
Some Writ till they're laughed at,  
some Read till they're Mad:  
Some Rail and Lampoon,  
till their Wits are quite weary,  
But on the Huzza,  
we can never Miscarry:  
We make the Rogues fly,  
or embrace our New Law,  
And advance the fierce Cry  
of the dreadful Huzza:  
we'll make, etc.   
FINIS.   

Printed for P. Brooksby; near the Hospital-gate; in West-Smithfield: 1682.