A New song, to the tune of Robin Goodfellow

A NEW SONG . To the Tune of Robin Goodfellow . THough S — s cleared by The Cunning Ignoramus Sway : He guilty stands of Treachery That does not Heavens decrees obey , Kings are Elected , Never rejected , But by the Heavenly pow'rs above ; Then pray you why Should little An — Then have a hand in a Kings remove . II . He is so mad , I wonder much , That 's going to his Grave on Crutch , That Knows the Laws , some Princes draws Amongst the Whiggs , to The Good Old Cause . His praises aloud Are resounded by the Croud , Makes the little Pigmy strut and stare ; Then pray you why May not little An — Once more wear his Loyalty thred bare . III . His Policy must greater be , Ere he attains his Zealous ends ; Although he wheadles the City Beagles , And such poor Mechanick Friends , They will turn as fast Honest men at the last As they before turn'd fools and Knaves ; Then pray you why May not little An — Once more his Turn-coat honor save . IV . Must we be led in Misery By the blind that can but will not see ; Their frantick brains brought into th' wain Those Royal Stars of Charlemain ; And if not watcht , Or by Ty — Catcht , Will strive to do it once again ; Then pray you why May not little An — Be the bearer up of that fine Train . V. Might they have their wills , what would they make Of this small gruntling groaning Ape , A God they cannot , a King they shall not : An Idol their zealous concerns may not , No , but they would , If that they could Set up him a second Cromwell soon ; Then pray you why May not little An — For once be made the man i' th' Moon . VI . This changeing Imp is now become Our Loyal Cities only grace , The Devil ne're made sike another Loon To aim before at a Royal place , Nothing but Coo — M●st be ●hei●●oope● , On Ashl●● not ●n H●●ven , th●y call Then p●●y you why May not little An — Once in a Chair of State Look Tall . VII . But if the Law , as once before , Was of the Tyrant Sword in Awe : Little Jack a Dandy that never yet swore , For safety would to a Monarch draw , He would leave the City , Yes , and Committee ; To the King he would for mercy haste ; Then pray you why Should little An — Any more idle-time in his Cabals waste VIII . To Jealousie now more are given Than Antient Letchers , wise and grave : This cunning Fox , though he be Poxt , His policy will honor save . He scorns for to rail , Though a Cla● sieze his Tail At any thing of woman Kind ; Then pray you why May not little An — With Whor — be both lame and blind . IX . But if he said the Whore was honest That betray'd him in his Youth , The zealous all , both great and small , Woud all believe it for a truth , Bear him to Wallbrook Cross , And Set him on the Horse , Dismount the Image of your King ; Then pray you why May not little An — Look as like as he can to sike a Thing . X. Then on your Knees , most reverently , Fall down and worship the Molten Calf : Or take him and han — him decently , For that 's the better way by half , Then all may see ●ur●● Policy ●e Brought to 〈◇〉 ●ight de●e●●ed en●● Then pray you why May not little An — Shake hands at T — hill with his friends . XI . Some old men doubtless there are Of women mad past all compare : This Lustful Ram , we need not doubt , Although he is pincht with the Gout , Will sit in State , Frigg into debate The factious people all he can ; Then pray you why May not little An — Or Wheadled M — lead the Van . XII . No place within the Earthly Ball , Besides this Kingdom giveth birth To men so vile , as would beguile Their Country , lay their Kings in Earth Before they are grown , Scarce Set upon a Throne , They are degraded and cast down ; Then pray you why May not little An — Be seen like a Mouse in an Ermin Gown . XIII . When they are well they cannot keep so , All the Universe can tell , Their zealous Piety makes them weep so , They are not afraid to rule in Hell : Give them the Scepter , Drunk with a Lector , Tey sell both Kings and Souls for Gold ; Then pray you why May not little An — With a Second Monarch now make bold .