The Whigs Save-All

I.

Come away, come away
To London I pray
Ye Whigs of the Counties below.
For the good Old Cause here
Does in Triumph appear
And intends both the Kings and the Laws to ore'throw.

2.

We have found out of late
A Trick for the State
Which our doting Fore-fathers ne'r knew.
They thought in good Troth
They were bound by an Oath
But the Saints of our Times think otherwise now.

3.

If we're sworn of a Jury
To Try a rank Tory,
Though no proof, we'l find him ne'r fear it,
But if by the By
A Whig we must Try
We'l clear him though th' Apostles themselves did swear it.

4.

If Tapsky comes to't
I'le warrant ye we'l do't
For the Sheriffs have by their Mandamus
Pick'd up such a Crew
Of Protestants True
That ne'r doubt it the Bill will be Found Ignoramus.

5.

We can Hang, we can Draw
Or save against Law
And plead Conscience for what we shall do,
Ah! 'Tis Conscience directs us
And 'gainst Perjury protects us
It both makes us to sin and Absolveth us too.

6.

Thus whilst we live here
We the Saints Domineer
And ne'r think of our Crimes that are past,
But when we expire
I'm afraid of Hell fire
For impenitent Rogues must to the Deyil at last.

'Tis my sorrow to think
That a man in his drink
Should reveal all the secrets he knows;
For I hapned to say
In my Ale t'other day
That the King had his Friends and his Foes.
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