II.

What's he that doth the Bishops hate,
And counts their Calling Reprobate,
'Cause by the Pope propounded;

And thinks a zealous Cobler better,
Than learned Uber in every Letter?

O! Juch a Rogue's a Round-head.

IIL

"What's he that doth High-Treafon fay, As often as his Tea and Nay,

And wish the King confounded;

And dares maintain that Mr. Pim

Is fitter for a Crown than him?

O! Such a Rogue's a Round-head.

IV.

What's he that if he chance to hear

A little piece of Common-Prayer,

Doth

Doth think his Confcience wounded' Will go five Miles to Preach and Pray, And meet a Sifter by the way?

O! fuch a Rogue's a Round-head.

V.

What's he that met a Holy Sifler,
And in a Haycock gently kifs'd her,
O! then his Zeal abounded:

'Twas underneath a fhady Willow,
Her Bible ferv'd her for a Pillow?
And there he got a Round-head.

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TURNCOAT.

To the Tune of, London is a fine Town.

By Mr. SAMUEL BUTLER, Author of Hudibras.

I.

I Lov'd no King fince Forty One,

When Prelacy went down,

A Cloak and Band I then put on,
And preach'd against the Crown.

Chorus

Chorus.

A Turncoat is a cunning Man,
That Cants to admiration,
And prays for any King to gain
The Peoples Approbation.

I fhew'd the Paths to Heav'n untrod,
From Pop'ry to refine 'em,

And taught the People to serve God,
As if the Devil were in 'em.

Chorus.

A Turncoat, &c.

III.

When Charles return'd into our Land,
The English Church Supporter,
I fhifted off my Cloak and Band,
And fo became a Courtier.

Chorus.

A Turncoat, &c.

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IV.

The King's Religion I profeft,
And found there was no harm in't;
I cogg'd and flatter'd, like the reft,
Till I had got Preferment.

Chorus.

A Turncoat, &c.

V.

I taught my Confcience how to cope
With Honefty or Evil;

And when I rail'd against the Pope,
Ifided with the Devil.

Chorus.

A Turncoat is a cunning Man,
That Cants to admiration,

And prays for any King to gain
The Peoples Approbation.

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