The STATESMAN'S Last Will and Testament; OR, His worthy Legacies left to his beloved Cronies, for whom he had a particular kindness.  
Tune of, O rare Popery.  
 

ALas! I am taken most monstrous ill.  
Sweet Writer bring hither your Paper and Duill,  
For here I am ready to male my last Will,  
And leave my Legacies, delicate Legacies,  
Chanchellors Legacies, O.   

My wonderful portions I here will divide,  
According as Merit my reason shall guide,  
Let Lucifer have my invintible Pride,  
Sing O brave Legacy, etc.   

My Covetous heart now as hitter as Ball,  
I leave to old Misers in hopes that they shall,  
Like me get in Gold here the Devil and all,  
Sing O rare Legacies, etc.   

My small Guts let honest Musicianers take,  
That they of the same may Fiddle strings make,  
And then scrape my Guts till their very heartsake,  
Sing O brave Legacy, Chancellor's Legacy,  
A delicate Legacy, O.   

And as for my Pole I will leave 〈…〉,  
To my dearest Friend that makes pitiful moan,  
Because he has never a Nose of his own,  
Sing O rare Legacy, etc.   

My unruly Tongue which run at that rate,  
And banteed men out of their reason of late,  
I leave it to Fifth Women at Billingsgate,  
Sing O rare Legacy, etc.   

My Brains I bequeath but I know not to who,  
But hold, I remember the Jesuit Crew,  
They'll serve them for pletting more mischief to do;  
Sing O rare Legacy, etc.   

My old empty Skull to the Pope now shall go,  
In token of Favours which he did bestow,  
'T will make him a lusty large Punch Bowl I know,  
Sin O rare Legacy, etc.   

My honoured Keverend Father the Pope,  
He sent his sweet Son here a sandiked Rope;  
But I have no need of the same now I hope,  
I'll leave that Legacy, delicate Legacy,  
no one of the Jesuit Crew.   

My lusty large Conscience which Brives did receive,  
To some Corrupt Lawyer I freely do leave,  
That honest Men he may of Living hereane,  
A worthy Legacy, etc.   

My Body I into the West do return,  
It will make the Wives there a good butter Churnn,  
Thus for my bad deeds I may do one good turn  
Sing O rare Legacy, etc.   

Now sign it and seal it according to Law,  
The Major shall ne'er keep the Minor in awe,  
Nor wrong them so much as the weight of a straw,  
Of these my Legacies, Chanchellors Legacies,  
delicate Legacies, O.   
FINIS.   

Printed in the Year, 1689.