And next, here's a cup To the Queen; fill it up! A brewer may make his foes to flee, Were it poison we would make an end Lieutenant-General may be, See all them that wrongs them at And next, here's three bowls To all gallant souls 25 Which nobody can deny. A brewer he may be all in all, 20 And raise his powers both great and small, Now here remains the strangest thing, How this brewer about his liquor did bring, That for the King did, and will venture; To be an Emperor or a King, May they flourish when those Which nobody can deny. 30 Which nobody can deny! That are his, and their foes, Are hanged, and rammed down to the center. 30 A brewer may do what he will, 35 The Whigs they do affirm and say, To Popery it was bent; For what I know it might be so, For to church it never went. Then fare thee well, etc. This cursed Rump rebellious crew They were so damned hard-hearted, They passed a vote that Charing Cross Should be taken down and carted. Then fare thee well, etc. 20 Now, Whigs, I would advise you all, 25 'Tis what I'd have you do; For fear the King should come again, Then fare thee well, old Charing Then fare thee well, old stump; 30 And so pulled down by the Thus worn and weakened, well or ill content, Submit they must to David's government: Impoverished and deprived of all command, Their taxes doubled as they lost their land; And, what was harder yet to flesh and blood, 96 Their gods disgraced, and burnt like common wood. This set the heathen priesthood in a flame, 105 For 'twas their duty, all the learned think, To espouse his cause by whom they eat and drink. From hence began that Plot, the nation's curse, Bad in itself, but represented worse, |