Classic Poem

A long farewell to all that's great
Daring and bold in mortal Wight
Farewell my burning Zeal and heat
I now must bid you all good night
The Fatal Rope
Bane of my hope
Has ruined all the mighty Feat.

2.

Fool that I was to quit my Trade
And proudly aim at lofty things!
A sad Experiment I have made
Of the long reaching Arms of Kings
Now must I swing
That's a sad thing
By Ignoramus's betrayed.

3.

A shame upon the Good Old Cause
The Devil himself did surely Coin her
Had I but known she had such Paws,
I swear for all the Protestant Joyner,
She should herself
Have swung like an Elf
Though I had liv'd on picking straws.

4.

Prose was too dull to speak my will
But I must write Treason in Rime,
And that it might go off with Skill
I had got Songsters to keep Time.
Sirs, Tom and Rob,
Did bear the Bob,
Yet I must only pay the Bill.

5.

That e're I should be such a Fool!
Having so many in my shop,
To let myself be made a Tool
A Curse upon the Politick Fop
May he too come
To have my Doom
That first set up this Plotting-school.

6.

Adieu my Horse my Blunderbuss
My Buff and Case of Pistols eke
Which should have brought all under us
And made the Popish Tories sneak.
Adieu ye Whigs
Poor Protestant Pigs
The Tories now will thunder us.

7.

Dick, Frank, and Langley all farewell
And above all beloved Care.
My time will only let me tell
You also must for this prepare.
Prevent your Fate;
Repent not late,
For fear you Hang and go to Hell.