The Whiggs lamentation, for the tap of sedition The tap 'tis stolen, the liquor fled be joyful then the Devil's dead. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A65647 of text R219503 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W1660AA). 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 A65647 Wing W1660AA ESTC R219503 99830970 99830970 35432 2240856428

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A65647) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 35432) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2086:09) The Whiggs lamentation, for the tap of sedition The tap 'tis stolen, the liquor fled be joyful then the Devil's dead. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed for J.C. junior, [S.l.] : 1683. Verse - "Lament you Whiggs, you Presbyter priggs, your godfather Tony is dead: let Titus". Copy stained. Reproduction of the original in the Harvard University Library. eng Political satire, English -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1660-1688 -- Early works to 1800. eebo The Whiggs lamentation, for the tap of sedition. The tap 'tis stolen, the liquor fled be joyful then the Devil's dead. [no entry] 1683 1 374 0 0 0 20 0 0 5347.59 F The rate of 5347.59 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 Whiggs Lamentation , For or the Tap of Sedition . The Tap 't is stolen , the Liquor fled Be joyful then the Devil 's dead .

LAment you Whiggs , you Presbyter Priggs , Your Godfather Tony is dead : Let Titus now , for Holland go , 't is time that he was fled .

Let Waller , Prance , and Pilkinton dance With all the Shreeval Knot , For the Devil hath stollen the Tapp away And the Cask it is quite run out . Let Quaking Jack , make up his pack And to Pensilvania hye , And the Sister hood , with all the brood Who Rail 'gainst Monarchy : For the Politick pate , once Member of state Is vanquished without doubt , Old Nick he hath stolen the Tap away And the Cask it is quite run out . Association once in fashion May be again preferred No Ignoramus , more shall sham us Tony is now interred : His rotten Cask is laid in clay Sedition under ground For the Devil hath hid the Tap away Where 't will no more be found . Sallamank , Doctor , hast to the Proctor Thou art left his Heir Search thou his Will , find some new Bill That you afresh may swear , Find some new trick , to save thy neck For all your Plots are found The Devil hath stollen the Tap away And buried the Cask in the ground . Think of your Lies , false Perjuries , Swore 'gainst Prince and Peers , Your damn'd deceipts , and Wapping cheats Set the Nation by the Ears Oh now prepare , avoid a snare Least thou art ketcht in the Pound For the Devil hath stollen the Tap away And layd the Cask under ground . Repent Whigs all , you down must fall And Loyal boyes must rise , May all that plots , be hang'd in knots Who do their King despise A health to the King , brave Albony And his Consort in the bed Then let us rejoyce and merrily sing Hey boyes the Devil 's dead . FINIS .

Printed for J. C. junior 1683.