A Collection, of One Hundred and Eighty Loyal Songs

A
Collection,
Of One Hundred and Eighty
Loyal Songs,
All Written since 1678.
And Intermixt with several New
Love Songs.
To which is Added,
The Notes
Set by Several
Masters of Musick.
With a Table to find every Song.

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The Fourth Edition with many Additions.

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London,
Printed, and are to be Sold by Richard Burr, in Princess-street in Covent-Garden. 1694.

Price Bound 2 s.

To the Reader.

Amongst the several means that have been of late years to reduce the deluded Multitude to their just Allegiance, this of Ballads and Loyal Songs has not been of the least influence. While the Fergusons, and Heads of the Factions were blowing up Sedition in every corner of the Countrey, these flying Choristers were asserting the Rights of Monarchy, and proclaiming Loyalty in every street. The mis-inform’d Rabble began to listen; they began to bear to Truth in a Song, in time found their Errours, and were charm’d into Obedience. Those that despise the Reverend Prelate in the Pulpit, and the Grave Judge on the Bench; that will neither submit to the Laws of God or Man, will yet lend an itching Ear to a Loyal Song, nay, and often become a Convert by It, when all other means prove ineffectual. Divine Herbert has it excellently exprest, where he says,

A Verse may find him who a Sermon flies,
And turn Delight into a Sacrifice.

It cannot be imagined how many scatter’d Flocks this melodious Tingling hath reduced to their Princely Hives, who otherwise had never been brought under the Discipline of Obedience or Government.

And, without ostentation I may say, I printed my News-Papers and divers other Pamphlets (that always vindicated the King and Government) to undeceive the People, who were daily impos’d upon by Curtis, Smith, Harris, Care, Vile, Baldwin, Janeway, &c. when no body else would or durst. For This the malice of the Factious Party swell’d so high against me, that They, with the assistance of a certain Instrument, (who swore through two Brick-walls before Oates appear’d,) caused me to be imprison’d six times, so that for above six years I was never free from Trouble, having seldom less than 3 or 4 Indictments at a Sessions against Me; at other times Informations in the Crown-Office, which villainous contrivances of their Agents, cost Me at least 500 l. in Money, besides the loss of My Trade and Reputation; The Principal Crimes they alledged against Me, were, Let Oliver now be forgotten, a Song; A Huy and Cry after T. Oates when turn’d from White-Hall; The Character of an Ignoramus Doctor; A Dialogue between the Devil and the Doctor; The Prisoners Lamentation for the loss of Sheriff Bethel; All which Phamphlets tended to no other evil, than the laying open the Villanies of Oates and the rest of his Perjur’d Disciples: And when these things were almost blown over, this Varlet quarrels again with Oates’s Manifesto; because it so plainly discovers the Impossibilities and Contradictions of Oates in the whole course of his Evidencing: But (thanks be to God) Tempora mutantur, &c. and Truth daily shines more and more. For now this Villain is detected, and turn’d out of his Imployment with Disgrace, and consequently made incapable of doing further Mischief to any of his Majesties Loyal Subjects: But to give him his due, he drein’d their Purses, for in 9 Months time they publickly gave him above 80 l. besides many private Gratuities, with hearty Thanks for his good Service, often affirming he did the Cause more good than a 1000 Men.

These Collections (being of so much use to detect the Scandalous Lies and Falshoods of the Factious, and to keep the strong-headed Beast within the Reigns of Obedience) I thought fit to publish, that the World may see I have not been Idle in the worst of times, but have done my endeavour (to the utmost of my Talent) for the Interest of the King and Government; which That they may flourish in spight of all his Adversaries,

Is the hearty Prayers of

Your most Humble Servant
N T.

The Table.

		Page
Let Oliver now be forgotten		1
Let Pickering now be forgotten		3
Now, now the Tories all shall stoop		6
Now, now the Plot is all come out		8
Now, now the Antichristian Crew		10
Now, now the bad Old Cause is Tape		21
Now at last the Riddle is expounded		14
Now at last the matter is decided		17
Old Jemmy is a Lad		20
Prince George at last is come		23
Hail to the Knight of the Post		25
Hail to London fair Town		27
Hail to the Prince of the Plot		29
Room for great Algernon		31
There was a monstrous Doctor		33
There was a Jovial Begger		35
Who would not be a Tory		37
You Free-men and Masters and Prentices mourn		40
Good People I pray give Ear unto me		42
	The second Part to the same Tune	46
Come listen a while tho’ weather be Cold		49
I’le tell you a Tale (tho before ’twas in Print)		51
Since Counterfeit Plots have affected this Age		54
You Whigs and Dissenters I charge you attend		56
Let Wine turn a Spark, and Ale huff like a Hector		58
Come now lets rejoce and the City Bells Ring		62
Brave Colledge is hang’d the Chief of our hopes		64
Once one a time the Doctor did Swear		64
Wealth breeds Care, Love, Hope and Fear		69
Hark! the Thundring Canons Roar		71
I’m glad to hear the Canons Roar		72
Hark! the fatal day is come		74
Hark! the Bells and Steeples Ring		76
Rise up great Genius of this Potent Land		79
Hells restless Factious Agents still Plot on		81
Rouse up the Tories of this Factious Land		82
Drown Melancholly in a Glass of Wine		83
Rouse up great Monarch in the Royal Cause		85
Now the Tories that Glories in Royal Jemy’s Return		87
Now the Traytor, King-hater		90
State and Ambition alass will deceive you		92
Faction and folly alass will deceive you		94
Since Reformation with Whigs in Fashion		96
Now Loyal Tories may Triumph in Glories		99
Lay by your Reason Truth’s out of Season		100
Tory came late through Westminster Hall		103
Have you not heard of a Festival Convent of late		105
Old Stories of State grow now out of Date		108
Let the Whigs repine and all Combine		110
Let the Whigs revile and Tories smile		112
Let the Moors Repine, their hopes resigne		114
What still ye Whigs uneasy.		117
Beloved hear ken all O hone, O hone,		120
Bee my Shoul and Shoalwation, O hone, O hone		122
Ah Cruel bloody Fate		126
Ah! Cruel bloody Tom		129
At Winchester was a Wedding		131
In London was such a Quarter		134
Oh the mighty Innocence		136
Tell me no more there must be something in’t		139
See how fair and fine she lies		140
Defend us from all Popish Plots.		140
Let Baxter teach Sedition on		142
Have you not lately heard, &c.		143
Listen a while and I'le tell you a Tale		147]]
Rebellion hath broken up House, &c.		149
The Golden Age is come, &c.		152
Now the Plotters and Plots are confounded		154
Fill up the Boul, and set it round		156
Old Tony’s Fled, from Justice gone		158
You Loyal Lads be merry, &c.		160
You London Lad: be Merry		162
Would be a man of Fashion		163
Have not heard of Forty one Sir		165
Will you be a Reformade		167
Oh! ye Plot Discoverers		169
The Presbyter has been so active of late		172
Come all you good people that were at the fair		175
The Commons now are at stand		176
Let Canons roar from Sea to Shoar		177
Since Plotting’s a Trade like the rest of the Nation		279
May all be benighted, and never see day		181
The delights of the Bottle are turn’d out of doors		183
Whigs are now such precious things		186
Bread a gued I think the Nations Mad		189
You Calvinists of England		192
Tony was small, but of Noble Race		195
Listen (if you please) a while		192
From Councels of Six where Treason prevails		200
Come all you Caballers and Parliament Votes		201
From the Tap in the Guts of Honourable Stump		203
Alas what is like to become of the Plot		204
From over the Seas not long Since there came		206
From a new-model’d Jesuit in a Scotch Bonnet		208
The Deel assist the Plotting Whigs		210
Some say the Papists had a Plot, &c.		212
When Traytors did at Popery rail,		214
The Plot God wot is all come out		217
Bankers now are brittle Ware		219
Now, now, King James of High Renown		221
Hail to the mighty Monarch Valiant Pole		224
Teckley that Perkin Prince of War		225
Hail to the mighty Monarch Valiant James		225
Come listen the Whigs to my pitiful moan		228
Oh! Stupendious Comick Fate, &c.		231
If I live to be Old (for I find I go down)		234
Hairs they grow Hoary, and my Cheeks they look pale		235
If I live to be Old, which I never will own		236
If the Whigs shall get up, and the Tories go down		237
I never saw a Face till now		239
Beneath the shady Willow lay		241
A Cloud of Vapours, Clouds and Smoak		242
Chill tell thee Tom the strangest Story		244
Canst tell me Ceres what curst Fate		248
As May in all her Youthful dress		251
When the Kine had given a Pail-ful		252
Our Oates last week not worth a Groat		254
Good people of England I hope you have had		257
Bold Titus he walkt about Westminster-Hall		261
Pray listen well while I describe		264
Come Murdring Miles wheres your Sedan		266
Room, room for Cavaliers bring us more Wine		268
James our great Monarch is Crown’d with all Glory		270
Adiew to my Title of Saviour o’th Nation		273
My bony dear Shony, my Creny, my Hony		275
Did you not hear of a Peer that was Try’d		276
There was a Doctor of antient Fame		279
Twa Bony Lads were Sawny and Jockey		282
When the Plot I first Invented, &c.		285
You London Lads Rejoce and cast away your Care		287
Tell me Jenny, tell me roundly		290
Hold fast thy Crown and Scepter James		292
O Poland Monster of our Isle, &c.		295
Come cut again, the Games not done		297
This is like some Utopian Game		299
Joy to great Cæsar, long, Life, Love, &c.		300
Remember ye Whigs what was formerly done		302
Ods hearty Wounds Ise not to plowing, not I Sir		303
Now, now by my Love the greatest Oath that is		304
Down, down Discoverers, &c.		305
Mow Innocent Blood’s almost forgot		306
Informing of late’s a notable Trade		308
Come make a good Toast, and stir up the Fire		310
Jenny my blithest Maid		311
Jocky sa weel compleat our Bliss		313
Jack Presbyter’s up, and hopes at one swoop,		313
This is the Cabal of some Protestant Lords,		316
There is an old Story, &c.		318
Sike a life as Titus led, &c.		320
You I love, by Jove I do,		321
If Sorrow the Tyrant invade thy Breast,		322
There was a brave Doctor (as ever you saw)		323
Let Cæsar live long, and His Temper abide,		326
That Man’s a Wretched thing,		327
Rouse, rouse, my lazy Mirmidons,		328
When first Dorinda, your bright Eyes,		330
Sound the Trumpet, sound the Trumpet,		331
Let the Trumpet sound, &c.		333
'Twas a Foolish Fancy Jemmy,		334
Make room for an honest Red coat,		336
Behold the Morn dawns,		339
Hark how Noll and Bradshaw’s Heads above us,		340
The Canons all roaring, and Trumpets sounding,		342
See, see, the Air clears, the Murm’rers that grumbled,		343
See the Vizor’s pull’d off, & the Zealots are Arming,		344
As we were ranging upon the salt Seas,		346
Now, now too weak, alas! I find our Cause		348
Come let us be Joyful and sing,		349
I am the Man that not long since,		352
A bony Lad came to the Court,		354
Come beat Alarm, sound a Charge,		356
For Tories now’s the time to sing,		358
What have the Whigs to say,		360
Hey Jowler, Ringwood and Towzer,		363
Three bony Lads were Sawny, Cloud Hamilton		365
Just as the Mist of Errour fled,		366
Come Bugg’ring Oates, prepare thy Neck,		367
Have you not heard of Knaves, &c.		369
Old Chiron thus Preach’d to his Pupil Achilles,		372

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