The Whigs in mourning for the loss of their charter to the tune of, Let the Whigs repine, and all combine, etc. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A65643 of text R26315 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W1658A). 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 A65643 Wing W1658A ESTC R26315 09427638 ocm 09427638 43051 2264189945

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A65643) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 43051) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1319:30) The Whigs in mourning for the loss of their charter to the tune of, Let the Whigs repine, and all combine, etc. 1 broadside. Printed for Patrick True, London : 1683. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Whig Party (Great Britain) Rye House Plot, 1683. eebo The Whigs in mourning for the loss of their charter to the tune of, Let the Whigs repine, and all combine, etc. [no entry] 1683 1 444 0 0 0 10 0 0 2252.25 F The rate of 2252.25 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Whigs in Mourning For the Loss of Their CHARCTER . To the Tune of , Let the Whigs repine , and all combine , &c.

I. LEt the snarling Whig Ne'r look so big , Nor once pretend to mutter ; Now their Charter's gone , They sigh and moan , And keep a woundy clutter : Hanging down their pensive ears , They mourn the sad disaster That fill'd their heads with causless fears Of Royal CHARLES their Master . II. Let their cursed PLOT Be quite forgot And their damn'd ASSOCIATION ; Let their minds be bent To circumvent The Toneys of the Nation : To Juistice bring all canting Rogues , Who teach the Rabble Notions , And at Tyburn let the Dogs Pay all their last Devotions . III. Let 's all rejoyce , That Whig D — is And P—ion are detected , That their Whiggish May'r , Who 'd usurp the Chair , Was shamefully rejected : Patience teach you to beware Of Perjury and Treason ; Hang up Baldwin , Curtis , Care , Since 't is but Law and Reason . IV. Let Robin swear , And Tommy stare Like men berest of sense Let Hu — nd strut , And Je — ll fret , For their loss , and vast expences : Let damn'd Titus bounce and crack , And swagger like a Carter , Throw the Knaves upon their backs That took away the CHARTER . V. Let the Whiggish Fops Shut up their Shops , And then commit a Ryot ; But I 'd advise The Cits be wise . And study to be quiet . Curses ever more attend Their arbitrary actions , Hemp and Faggot put an end To all their Feuds and Factions . VI. But alas ! the Saints With sorrow faint , To see this fatal minute , And curse too late That Imp of State That brought the CITY in it . Settle left 'em in the nick Of all their tears and sorrpw , And when he saw the Cause lie sick , He bid the Whigs good morrow . VII . When the Trimmer meets , A Whig , he greets Him with this dreadful story ; Quoth he , Not far From Temple-bar I heard a wicked TORY Drinking our new CHARTERS , health , ( 'T is true , as God shall sa ' me , ) Wishing those no Joy nor Wealth , That love not CHARLES and JEMMY . FINIS .

LONDON : Printed for Patrick True , 1683.