Towzer discover'd, or, A new ballade on an old dog that writes strange-lee to the tune of Oh how unhappy a lover am I. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A63023 of text R185414 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T1992). 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. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A63023 Wing T1992 ESTC R185414 09431774 ocm 09431774 43066 2248513991

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A63023) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 43066) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1318:15) Towzer discover'd, or, A new ballade on an old dog that writes strange-lee to the tune of Oh how unhappy a lover am I. 1 sheet. Printed for J.B., London : 1683. A satirical ballad on Roger L'Estrange. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng L'Estrange, Roger, -- Sir, 1616-1704 -- Songs and music. Political ballads and songs -- Great Britain. eebo Towzer discover'd: or a new ballade on an old dog that writes strange-lee. To the tune of Oh how unhappy a lover am I. [no entry] 1682 2 575 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. 2005-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2005-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-01 Sampled and proofread 2006-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
TOWZER DISCOVER'D : OR A New Ballade ON AN OLD DOG That Writes Strange-Lee . To the Tune of Oh how unhappy a Lover am I. HOW unhappy a Mastiffe am I , to have all the Dogs of Renown , Scratching their Tails and biting their Nails for madness that I am in Town . At Towzer they daily do bark , A Towzer , a Towzer they cry ; Both the Commons and Peers would all shake my Ears , I hardly know where to lie . Poor Towzer they maul with Eggs , And threaten him in every Street : Let me die like a Dog if I know where to jogg : For I fear even all that I meet . I dare not walk out by day ; They set Dogs on the Observator : If I walk in the Street , I fear all I meet , But the Papists and my Creator . The Papists will do me no harm , My Creator will do me no good . I 'm a Son of a Bitch if I have not an Itch To lick up the Protestant Blood . That will make a Popish Cur fat , And Towzer is such an one . Oh the Times will be well , when my Belly doth swell , With picking a Protestant Bone . The Commons made Towzer run , And hang out his Tongue for Breath ; But I crept in a Room with the Old Widdow B — m , And so was I freed from Death . But well may I prick up my Ears , My Sorrows are now at an End ; The Tantivy Race will save my Dogs Face : For they fancy that I am their Friend . And now I 'm a Whelp of Fame , And may boldly Caper in Town : For Towzer is hid ( Oh God forbid ) And under a Reverend Gown . Now Towzer may bark at the best , And be a most impudent Cur ▪ In a Loyal Disguise he broaches his Lies , And makes a most damnable stir . Holy Crape doth clap him o' th Back , And in Towzer doth take Delight ; But he little doth dread , that in time of need For the Papists Old Towzer will fight . Silly Crape , now open thine Eye , Like Lynceus look within ▪ For surely thou' rt blind , if thou do'st not find Popish Flesh in a Protestant Skin . Now he doth bark for Crape ; But anon he will bite for Pope : I 'll be judg'd by you , if he had his due , If he doth not merit a Rope . He divides the King and his Flock , The Shepherd from harmless Sheep ; And yet he pretends , that he 's their best Friend ; Oh , who can forbear to weep ? But Heav'ns preserve our King From such as do use Deceit ▪ I wish they may swing like a Dog in a String , And I hope I don't wish it too late . Poor England shall then be at rest , And the King shall most happily Reign : Our Joy and our Peace shall never more cease When ev'ry such Towzer is slain .

LONDON Printed for J. B. 1683.