An Excellent New Song OF The Unfortunate WHIG's.  
To the Tune of, The King enjoys his own again.  

[ 1]  
THe Whigs are but small, and of no good Race,  
and are beloved by very few;  
Old Tony broached his Tap in ev'ry place,  
to encourage all his Factious Crew:  
At some great Houses in this Town,  
The Whiggs of High Renown,  
And all with a true Blue was their slain;  
For since it is so,  
They have wrought their overthrow  
Old Tony will ne'er enjoy his own again.   

[ 2]  
They all own Duty to their Lawful Prince,  
and Loyal Subjects should have been,  
But their Duty is worn out long since,  
by the Association seen:  
But these are the Whiggs,  
That have cut off some Legs,  
And fain would be at that Sport amain;  
For since it is so,  
They have wrought their overthrow,  
Old Tony will ne'er enjoy his own again.   

[ 3]  
And yet they are the Sham-pretenders,  
and they swear they'll support our Laws,  
These be the great Defenders of  
Ignoramus and the Old Cause:  
They'll defend the King,  
By Swearing of the Thing,  
These are the cursed Rogues in grain;  
For since it is so,  
They have wrought their overthrow,  
Old Tony will ne'er enjoy his own again.   

[ 4]  
The True Religion that shall down,  
which so along has won the day,  
And Common-Prayer i'th Church of ev'ry Town,  
if that the Whiggs could but bear the Sway:  
For Oats he does begin,  
Now for to bring them in,  
As when he came mumping from Spain;  
For since it so,  
They have wrought their overthrow,  
Old Tony will ne'er enjoy his own again.   

[ 5]  
How all their Shamming Plots they would hid,  
yet they are Ignorant they say,  
When as Old Tony he was tried,  
and brought off with Ignoramus sway:  
Then Oats he was Dumb,  
And could not use his Tongue,  
This is the Shamming Ro— in Grain;  
For since it is so,  
They have wrought their overthrow.  
Old Tony will ne'er enjoy his own again.   

[ 6]  
Then let all true Subjects Sing.  
and Damn the power of all those,  
That won't show Loyalty to their King,  
and assist him against his Whiggish Foes:  
Then in this our happy state,  
In spite of Traytors hate,  
We will all Loyal still remain;  
For since it is so,  
They have wrought their overthrow,  
Old Tony will ne'er enjoy his own again.   

[ 7]  
God preserve our Gracious King,  
with the Royal Consort of his Bed,  
And let all Loyal Subjects sing,  
that the Crown may remain on Charles's head:  
For we will drink his Health,  
In spite of Common-Wealth,  
And his Lawful Rights we will maintain,  
For since it is so,  
They have wrought their overthrow,  
Old Tony will ne'er enjoy his own again.   
FINIS.   

Printed for S. Maurel, in the Year, 168●▪