The Tories confession, or, A merry song in answer to the Whigs exaltation: to the same tune of Forty one. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06169 of text R185394 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T1911). 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 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B06169 Wing T1911 ESTC R185394 52489414 ocm 52489414 179679 2248533147

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06169) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 179679) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2796:17) The Tories confession, or, A merry song in answer to the Whigs exaltation: to the same tune of Forty one. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed for H.B., London : MDCLXXXII. [1682] Caption title. Printed in two columns. Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. -- Whig's exaltation. Ballads, English -- 17th century. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1660-1688 -- Poetry. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century eebo The Tories confession or, a merry song in answer to the VVhigs exaltation: to the same tune of Forty one. [no entry] 1682 1 592 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. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-08 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Tories Confession Or , A merry song in Answer to The WHIGS Exaltation : To the same Tune of Forty One . [1] A Pox on Whigs we 'l now grow wise Let 's cry out guard the Throne , By that we 'l damn the Good Old Cause And make the Game our own Religion , that shall stoop to us , and so shall Liberty , We 'l make their Laws as thin as Lawn , such Tory Rogues are we . [2] When once that Preaching Whineing Crew are crush'd and quite undone , The Poor we 'l banish by our Laws , and all the rest we 'l burn . Then Abbey-Lands shall be possest by those whose Right they be , We 'l cry up Laws , but none we 'l use , such Tory Rogues are we . [3] The Name of Protestant we hate , the Whigs they know it well , And since we can't it longer hide let 's Truth genteely tell . Now Dam me is good Manners grown , and tends to Gallantry , We 'l S — the Nation out of Doors , such cursed Rogues are we . [4] What care we for a Parliament , no Money comes from thence , Would they but give us Coyn enough , we 'd spend the Nations pence . These two-penny States-men all shall down , a glorious sight to see , To finish all we 'l plunder 'um too , such Sons of Whores are we . [5] We 'l build more Universities , for there lies all our hope , And to th' Crape Gown we 'l cringe & creep supposing 't were a Pope ; Say what he will we 'l him believe , if true or false it be , And while he prays we 'l Drink his Health , such Tory Rogues are we . [6] What pimping Whig shall dare controule , or check the lawfull Heir , We 'l take the Rascall by the Pole , and Pox of all his Hair . Then here goes honest James's Health , come drink it on your Knee , Dzowns we 'l have none but honest souls , such Tory Rogues as we . [7] These Crafty Whigs are subtle Knaves to give um all their due , And yet we bauk'd the Popish Plot , though they had sworn it true . For this you know who we may thank , But Mum for that , yet we Are bound to pray and praise him for 't , such Tory Rogues are we . [8] When all these zealous Whigs are down , we 'l drink and fall a roaring , And then set up the Tripple Crown , 't will Saint us all for whoreing . When we have quite inslav'd um all , our selves cannot be free . Then prithee Devil claim thy own , for hey to Hell go we . [9] We 'l chuse their Sheriffs and Juries too and then pretend 't is Law , We 'l bring more Irish o're to swear 'gainst those they never saw : We 'l seize their Charters , then they must come beg um on their Knee , If this won't do we 'l call the French , such cursed Rogues are we .

LONDON Printed for H. B. MDCLXXXII .