A New collections of songs and poems by Thomas D'Urfey ...
D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.


Then London be wise and baffle their power,
And let 'em play the Old Game no more;
Hang, hang up the Sh—
Those Baboons in power,
Those popular Thieves,
Those Rats of the Tower,
Page  82 Whose Canting Tales the Rabble believes;
In a hurry
And never sorry
Merrily they go on:
Fy for shame, we're too tame, since they claim
The Combat:
Tan tarra rarra, Tan tarra rarra,
Dub a dub, let the Drum beat,
The strong Militia guards the Throne.
When Faction possesses the Popular Voice,
The Cause is supply'd still with Nonsence
and Noise;
And Tony their Speaker the Rabble leads on,
For he knows if we prosper that he must run;
Carolina must be his Station of ease,
And London be rid of her worsest disease:
From Plots and from Spies,
From Treasons and Lies
We shall ever be free,
And the Law shall be able, to punish a Rebel
As cunning as he.