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LEt all Loyal Subjects look well to their Hits,
For Popish Contrivers are out of their Wits;
They seek to destroy our Religion and King,
And all the three Nations to ruine to bring:
But God in his mercy, doth cross their Designs,
And all their Conspiracies still Countermines.
Then Plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope,
You see at the last you may swing in a rope.
Here's Ireland, Pickering, and Grove to make three,
Who have been all Brothers in iniquity;
Are now come to answer for all their foul Crimes,
Which they have been plotting this juncture of times.
Their hidden designs they are all come to light,
And now to the World they must bid a Good-night.
Then Plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope,
You see at the last you may swing in a rope.
This present December, the seventeenth day,
These three grand contrivers were brought all away;
Vnto the Old-Baily, where Iustice remain'd.
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Such Evidence plainly against them appear'd,
As made them despair of all hopes to be clear'd.
Then Plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope,
You see at the last you may swing in a rope.
'Twas prov'd they conspired to Murder our King,
And Popery into the Land for to bring;
To alter the Laws, and to make themselves great,
And to our Religion, to give the Defeat:
All this was attested by Evidence clear,
Which unto the Iury most plain did appear;
Then Plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope,
You see at the last you may swing in a rope.
For which horrid Crimes they were guilty brought in,
And then to give Sentence the Iudge did begin,
that they should return to the place whence they came,
A place of great Note, which is Newgate by name;
From thence unto Tiburn be drawn on a Sled;
First hang'd, & then Quartered before they were dead:
Then Plotters who Act for old Nick and the Pope,
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