The JACOBITES Lamentation and Confession: Or, The Plotting CUT-THROAT.  
To the Tune of 41. Or, Hey Boys up go we.  

I.  
OLD Sandcroft he began the Dance,  
and taught us to rebel,  
In Tricking James and William too,  
as you remember well:  
He taught Sedition in the Church,  
Rebellion in the State;  
Thus we like Fools, misled by Knaves,  
are brought to Tyburn Fate.   

II.  
His Lambs, the black Non-swearing Crew,  
kept up this rebel Cause,  
persuaded us against the King,  
and damned the Nations Laws:  
They cried up Conscience to the Crowd,  
and say, their Trade's Divine;  
But they're the Grand Rebelling Knaves,  
and all this done for Coin.   

III.  
'twas these Black-Jacks debauched us all,  
under pretence to Pray,  
And keep the good Old Worship up,  
the clean contrary way:  
They prayed Success, and did assist  
the murdering Bloody Crew,  
So made their Church a Den of Thieves;  
come Gallows, claim thy due.   

IV.  
These Black-Coats to complete their hope  
of Slavery and Blood,  
In Fenwick's Reg'ment formed a Troop  
of none but this black Brood,  
The bane of Mankind, wicked Priests,  
like Judas, let 'em fall;  
For like th' Infection of the Plague,  
they make a Prey of all.   

V.  
The King was first to be destroyed  
by Poniard, Sword, or Gun,  
And we to give the French the Sign,  
when once that Work was done:  
The French were straight to Land in Kent;  
in London then were we  
To Plunder, Burn, and Cut your Throats,  
for which, Boys up go we.   

VI.  
Commissions were sent over from France,  
poor Dogs with ragged Coats,  
True Champions of St. germans breed,  
or Cutting English Throats.  
King James and Bouffler were to Land  
and set the English free:  
Oh! how the Streets had run with Blood,  
a Glorious sight to see.   

VII.  
Great Sums of money we had raised,  
to manage the Design:  
From France we had their Counsel free,  
poor Rogues, but little Coin.  
We thought to pull down Church and State,  
good Men of each Degree;  
But now instead of pulling down,  
'tis Hey Boys, up go we.   

VIII.  
What Rogues we Jacobites have been  
most Impudent and Bold;  
We durst abuse the King and State,  
and were by none controlled;  
But now we're Civil, Fair and Kind  
good natured Rogues you see,  
The reason is, we know our Crimes, cry,  
Hey Boys, up go we.   

IX.  
This Trade we've followed many Years,  
which cannot be forgot,  
And thought the State had given leave  
that we might Rogue and Plot.  
They hanged up none, which made us bold  
and slight the Western three,  
But now we're like to pay for all, for  
Hey Boys, up go we.   

X.  
Remember now the Northern Plot,  
and how we shammed the King;  
Thanks to a Man or two Above,  
that helped us in the thing.  
That was the self same Plot as now,  
for then we did agree  
To Ruin King and Government,  
but now Boys, up go we.   

XI.  
'twas pity two such Glorious Plots,  
on which we built our hope,  
Should fail of those great things we wished,  
and end with fatal Rope.  
We Plotted Drunk, and damned the King,  
in spite of Tripple-Tree;  
But now our Cause is quiter Besh—  
and Hey Boys, up go we.    

LONDON, Printed in the Year, 1696.