Several new songs by Tho. Durfey ; set to as many new tunes by the best masters in music.

LONDON's LOYALTY.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 ROuse up great Ge╌nius of this po╌tent Land, lest Tray∣tors once more get the up╌per hand; the Re╌bel-Crowd their for╌mer Te╌nents own, and Trea╌sons worse than Plagues in╌fect the Town: The sneaking May'r and his two pimping Shrieves, who for their ho╌ne╌sty no bet╌ter are than Thieves; fall from their Sov'raign's side to court the Mo╌bi╌le, Oh! Lon╌don, Lon╌don, where's thy Loy╌al╌ty?

II.

First, Yorkshire Patience twirls his Copper Chain, And hopes to see a Commonwealth again; The sneaking Fool of breaking is afraid, Dares not change sides for fear he lose his Trade: Then Loyal Slingsby does their Fate Divine— He that abjur'd the King, and all His Sacred Line, And is suppos'd his Father's Murd'rer to be; Oh! Bethel, Bethel, where's thy Loyalty?

III.

A most notorious Villain late was caught, And after to the Bar of Justice brought; But Slingsby pack'd a Jury of his own, Of worser Rogues than e're made Gallows groan: Then Dugdale's Evidence was soon decry'd, That was so just and honest when old Stafford dy'd, Now was a Rogue, a perjur'd Villain he. Oh! Justice, Justice, where's thy Equity?

IV.

Next Cl—ton murmurs Treason unprovok'd, He supp'd the King, and after wish'd him choak'd; 'Cause Danby's Place was well bestow'd before He Rebel turns, seduc'd by Scarlet Whore: His sawcy Pride aspires to high Renown, Leather Breeches are forgot in which he trudg'd to Town, Nought can please the scribbling Clown but th' Treasury. Oh! Robert, Robert, where's thy Modesty?

V.

Pl—er now grows dull, and pines for want of Whore, Poor Creswel, she can take his word no more, Three hundred Pounds is such a heavy Yoak, Which not being paid, the worn▪out Bawd is broak: These are the Instruments by Heaven sent, These are the Saints Petition for a Parliament, That would for Int'rest-sake destroy the Monarchy: Oh! London, London, where's thy Loyalty?

VI.

Heaven bless fair England, and its Monarch here, And Scotland bless your High Commissioner; Let Perkin his ungracious Error see, And Tony 'scape no more the Triple-Tree: Then Peace and Plenty shall our Joys restore, Villains and Factions shall oppress the Town no more▪ But every Loyal Subject then shall happy be, Nor need we care for London's Loyalty.