The Bully Whig, or, The poor whores lamentation for the apprehending of Sir Thomas Armstrong to the tune of, Ah! cruel, bloody fate! &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A30087 of text R19979 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing B5438). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A30087 Wing B5438 ESTC R19979 12258829 ocm 12258829 57715 2248553424

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A30087) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 57715) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 174:3) The Bully Whig, or, The poor whores lamentation for the apprehending of Sir Thomas Armstrong to the tune of, Ah! cruel, bloody fate! &c. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Sold at the entrance into the Old Spring-Garden, [London] : 1684. Place of publication from Wing. eng Armstrong, Thomas, -- Sir, 1624?-1684 -- Poetry. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The bully Whig: or, The poor whores lamentation for the apprehending of Sir Thomas Armstrong. To the tune of, Ah! cruel bloody fate! &c. [no entry] 1684 1 473 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-12 Sampled and proofread 2008-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Bully WHIG : OR , The Poor Whores Lamentation for the Apprehending OF Sir THOMAS ARMSTRONG . To the Tune of , Ah! Cruel Bloody Fate ! &c. I. AH ! Cruel Bloody Tom ! What canst thou hope for more , Than to receive the Doom Of all thy Crimes before ? For all thy bold Conspiracies Thy Head must pay the score ; Thy Cheats and Lies , Thy Box and Dice , Will serve thy turn no more . II. Ungrateful thankless Wretch ! How could'st thou hope in vain ( Without the reach of Ketch ) Thy Treasons to maintain ? For Murders long since done and past , Thou Pardons hast had store , And yet would'st still Stab on , and kill , As if thou hop'dst for more . III. Yet Tom , e'r he would starve , More Blood resolv'd t o've spilt ; Thy flight did only serve To justifie thy Guilt : While They whose harmless Innocence Submit to Chains at home , Are each day freed , While Traytors bleed , And suffer in their room . IV. When Whigs a PLOT did Vote , What Peer Justice fled ? In the FANATICK PLOT Tom durst not shew his head . Now Sacred Justice rules above , The Guiltless are set free , And the Napper's napt , And Clapper clapt In his CONSPIRACY . V. Like Cain , thou hast a Mark Of Murder on thy Brow ; Remote , and in the dark , Black Guilt did still pursue : Nor England , Holland , France , or Spain , The Traytor can defend ; He will be found In Fetters bound , To pay for 't in the end . VI. Tom might about the Town Have bully'd , huff'd and roar'd , By every Venus known , Been for a Mars ador'd : By friendly Pimping and false Dice Thou might'st have longer liv'd , Hector'd and shamm'd , And swore and gam'd , Hadst thou no Plots contriv'd . VII . Tom once was Cock-a-hoop Of all the Huffs in Town ; But now his Pride must stoop , His Courage is pull'd down : So long his Spurs are grown , poor Tom Can neither fly nor fight ; Ah Cruel Fate ! That at this rate The 'Squire shou'd foil the Knight ! VIII . But now no remedy , It being his just Reward ; In his own Trap , you see , The Tygre is ensnar'd : So may all Traytors fare , till all Who for their Guilt did fly , With Bully Tom By timely Doom Like him , unpity'd die .

Sold at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden , 1684.