The Loyal feast design'd to be kept in Haberdashers-Hall, on Friday the 21st of April 1682, by His Majesties most loyal true blue Protestant subjects, and how it was defeated.
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- The Loyal feast design'd to be kept in Haberdashers-Hall, on Friday the 21st of April 1682, by His Majesties most loyal true blue Protestant subjects, and how it was defeated.
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- 1682.
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The LOYAL FEAST, Design'd to be kept in Haberdas••ers-Hall, on Friday the 21st. of April 1682. By His Maj••sties most Loyal True Blue Protestant Subje••ts; and how it was Defeated.
A sory thing
The Whigs from North to South, from West to East,
Did all Contribute to a LOYAL FEAST;
To this great work a GUINEY was the least.
They clear'd the Stalls of Fish, Flesh, Fowl and Beast,
Where Tony and brave Perkin was a Guest,
But what Succeeded this, makes up the Jest.
27. May. 1682. To the Tune of ••••wney will never be my Love again.
〈♫〉〈♫〉
(1.)
TONY was small, but of Noble Race,
And was beloved of ev'ry one;
He Broach'd his Tap, and it ran apace
To make a Solemn Treat for all the Town.
He sent to Yeoman, Knight, and Lord,
The Holy Tribe to Entertain
With all the Nation cou'd afford,
But Tony will never be himself again.
(2.)
He sent to the Shambles for all their Store,
And left behind neither Fowl nor Beast;
The Spiggot ran swift, and fain wo••••d do more
To make the Lords a Noble Feast;
He sent to Market, sent to Fair,
His Loyal Guests to Entertain,
But of the Banquet he had no Share,
And Tony will never be himself again.
(3.)
At two great Halls in LONDON Town,
Design'd to Meet a Jovial Crew
Of Lords and Knights of High Renown,
And all were Protestants True Blue.
They Threw in Guineys free as Brass,
The Noble Frolick to Maintain,
But on Old Rowley the Sham wou'd not pass,
And Tony will never be himself again.
(4.)
With Duty to their Lawful Prince,
A Loyal Subject every one;
To Pray for him is the Pretence,
And then to Rail and Plot against the Crown.
From Church they did intend to th' Hall,
Their Noble Guests to Entertain;
But they were Routed, Horse and all,
And Tony will never be himself again.
(5.)
In favour of the King and Duke,
The Heir-Apparent of the Throne,
His Highness they Exclude, and took
A Fop-Pretender of their own;
The meek Guide Moses they withstand,
A Golden Calf to Entertain;
But Royal CHARLES he dispers'd the Band,
And Tony will never be himself again.
(6.)
The Bloody Papists shall no more
Contrive aginst his Life and Reign:
Tho' it was themselves did the Feat before,
And are as ready for to do't again.
Thus they Exclude the Rightful Heir,
The Gaudy Fop to Entertain,
But they were met by the good Lord Mayor,
And Tony will never be himself again.
(7.)
With thanks and Pray'rs for our good King
They Vow'd to Sacrifice the Day;
But Royal Charles he smoak'd out the thing;
And sent the Rable with a Pox away.
He sent his Summons to the Cit,
Seditious Meetings to Restrain,
The Feast was broke, and the Guests were beshitt,
And Tony will never be himself again.
(8.)
And now the Capons flye about,
With Prigacees of Ambergreece,
And Chickens ready drest they Shout
About the Street, for pence apiece:
The Whigs did wish the Council choak'd,
Who did this Noble Feast restrain;
All down in the mouth to be thus bawk'd,
Poor Tony will never be himself again.