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,
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
Tan tarra rarra, Tan tarra rarra,
Dub a dub, let the Drum beat,
The strong Militia guards the Throne.
Rebellion ne're wanted a Loyal pretence,
These Villains, swear all's for the good of
Oppose our Elections to show what they dare,
And losing their Charter arrest the Mayor;
Page 84 Fool Ie—was the Captain of the Cuckoldy
With Ell—and Iea—and H—the Jew;
Fam'd sparks of the Town
For wealth and renown,
Give the Devil his due,
And such as we fear, had our Soveraign bin
Had arrested him too.