A True Narrative of the Horrid Hellish Popish-Plot.
To the Tune of PACKINGTONS POUND,
The First Part.
The Contents of the FIRST PART.
How Sir Godfrey is Kill'd, his Body they hide,
Which brought out in Chair, a Horse-back do's ride:
How Jesuits disguis'd, our Houses do Fire;
How subtly they Plot, and King's Death Conspire;
Of divers Great Lords drawn in, to their Bane;
An Army of Irish, and Pilgrims from Spain.
I.
GOod People I pray you give ear unto me,
A Story so strange you have never been told,
How the Jesuit, Devil, and POPE did agree,
Our STATE to destroy, and Religion so old.
To murder our KING,
A most Horrible Thing!
But first of Sir Godfrey his Death I must sing;
For how e're they disguise it, we clearly can see,
Who Murder'd that Knight no good Christian could be.
The truth of my Story if any man doubt,
W' have Witnesses ready to Swear it all out.
II.
AT Somerset-house there is plain to be seen,
A Gate which will lead you into the Back-Court,
This (1) Place for the Murder most fitting did seem,
For thither much People does freely resort:
His Body they toss'd,
From Pillar to Post,
And shifted (2) so often, 't had like t'have been lost;
To watch with (3) Dark Lanthorn the Jesuits did go,
But never mistrusted our Honest (4) Bedloe.
The Truth of my Story, &c.
III.
LEast such close Contrivements at length might take Air,
When as his dead Body corrupted did grow,
They carried him out in (5) Invisible Chair,
And set him a (6) Horseback to ride at So-Hoe.
His own (7) Sword to the Hilt,
To add to their Guilt,
They thrust through his Body, but no Bloud was (8) spilt;
T'have it thought he was kill'd by a Thief, they did mean,
So they left (9) all his Money, and made his (10) Shooes clean.
The truth of my Story, &c.
IV.
TO shew now th' excess of Jesuitical Rage,
They this Loyal City to ruine would bring,
'Cause you Citizens are so Religious and sage,
And ever much noted for true to your King;
T' your Houses they go,
With (11) Fire and with Tow,
Then (12) pilfer your Goods, and 'tis well you scape so;
Y'have seen how they once set the Town (13) all in flame;
And divers times since have attempted the same.
The truth of my Story, &c.
V.
BY (14) Bedlo's Narration is shewn you most clear,
How Jesuits disguis'd into Houses will creep;
In a Porter or Carman's (15) Frock they'l appear,
Nay they will not disdain to cry Chimney-sweep;
Or sell you Small-Cole,
Then drop in some hole
A Fire Ball, or thrust it up by a long Pole;
But I now must relate a more Tragical thing,
How these Villains conspir'd to murder our King,
The truth of my Story, &c.
VI.
AT the (16) White-horse in April there was a Consult,
Where Jesuits a (17) Covenant wickedly frame;
The (18) Death of our Sovereign was the Result,
To th' which at least (19) Forty all signed their name,
They wou'd not do that,
I' th' place where they sat,
Trusty Oates must (21) convey it, from this man to that;
To make sure work, by (21) Poyson the Deed must be done
And Stab'd with a (22) Dagger, and (23) Shot with a Gun.
The truth of my Story, &c.
VII.
FOr fear at St. Omers, their Oates might be miss'd,
Th' agreed with a Devil t' appear in his place.
In a Body of Air, believe't if you list,
Which squeek'd just like Oats, and mov'd with the same grace;
'T cou'd Lie, it cou'd Cant,
Turn eyes like a Saint.
And of our great Doctor no feature did want.
Thus Forty might Swear they (24) saw Oates ev'ry day,
But true Oates was here, and the Devil saw they.
The truth of my Story, &c.
VIII.
FRom Father Oliva (26) Commissions did come,
To raise a great Army much Treasure is spent:
Th' Old Man was resolved to take Post from Rome,
To ride at the Head of them was his intent;
Lord (27) Bellas' was fit,
Who can deny it,
To Command in his place, When's Gout wou'd permit;
Lord (28) Stafford was fittest to trust with their Pay,
Old (29) Ratcliff to range them in Battel Array.
The Truth of my Story if any man doubt,
W' have Witnesses ready to Swear it all out,
IX.
TH' High-Treasurer's place the Lord (30) Powis did please,
Men of desp'rate Fortune oft venture too far;
Lord (31) Peters wou'd hazard Estate, and his Ease,
And Life for the Pope too, in this Holy War;
Lord Ar'ndel of Old,
So Warlike and bold,
Made choice of a (32) Chanc••llor's Gown we are told.
All these did Conspire with the Lord Castlemaine,
Whose Plot was to catch his old Dutchess again.
The truth of my Story if any man doubt,
W' have Witnesses ready to Swear it all out.
X.
GReat store of wild (33) Irish both civil and wise,
Designed to joyn with the (34) Pilgrims of Spain,
Thirty (35) Thousand being ready there all in good guise,
Had vow'd a long Pilgrimage over the Main.
To arm well this Host,
When 't came on our Cost,
(36) Black Bills forty thousand, are sent by the Post,
This (37) Army lay privately on the Sea Shore;
And no man e're heard of them since nor before.
The truth of my Story if any man doubt,
W' have Witnesses ready to Swear it all out.
My Witnesses I bring, and produced the Record,
D'ye think th' are Perjur'd? 'Tis false and absur'd,
Wou'd th' Godly hang Papists for Interest or Pique?
Wou'd a Doctor Swear false for Ten Pound a Week?
FINIS.