The muses farewel to popery & slavery, or, A collection of miscellany poems, satyrs, songs, &c. made by the most eminent wits of the nation, as the shams, intreagues, and plots of priests and Jesuits gave occasion.

Private Occurrences: Or, the Trans∣actions of the four last Years. Writ∣ten in Imitation of the Old Ballad of Hey brave Oliver, Ho brave Oliver, &c.

I.

A Protestant Muse, yet a Lover of Kings; On th'Age, grown a little Satyrical, sings, Of Papists, their Counsels, and other fine things. Sing hey brave Popery, horare Popery, oh fine Popery, Oh dainty Popery, oh.

II.

She hopes she offends no Englishman's patience; Tho Satyr's forbid on all such occasions, She's too good a subject to read Declarations. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

III.

If the saying be good, of Let him laugh that Wins, Sure a loser may smile without any offence; My Muse then is gamesome, and thus she begins; With hey brave Popery, &c.

IV.

VVhen Ch— deceas'd, to his Kingdoms dismay, By an Apoplex, or else some other way: Our brother with shouts was proclaim'd the same day. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

V.

His first Royal promise was never to touch Our Rights, nor Religion, nor priviledge grutch: But Pet— swore Dam him, he granted too much. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

VI.

Then Mon— came in with an Army of Fools, Betray'd by his Cuckold, and other dull Tools, That painted the Turf of Geen Sedgmore with Gules. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

VII.

That Victory gotten, some think to our wrong, The Priests bray'd out Joy in a Thanksgiving Song, And Teague with the Bald-pates were at it ding dong. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

VIII.

Then straight a strong Army was Levy'd in haste, To hinder Rebellion; a very good Jest, For some Rogues will swear 'twas to murder the Test. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

IX.

A Politick Law which Recusants did doom, That into our Senate they never might come; But Equivalent since, was propos'd in its room. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

X.

As if a true Friend should in kindness demand A Tooth in my Head, which firmly doth stand, To give for't another he had in his Hand. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

XI.

Then Term after Term, this great matter was weigh'd, Old Judges turn'd out, and new Block—ds made; That Cook or wise Littleton never did read. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

XII.

The good Ch of England with speed was run down, VVhose Loyalty ever stood fast to the Crown; And Presbyter John was made Mayor of the Town. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

XIII.

The Bishops Disgrace made the Clergy to sob: A Prey to Old Pet— and President Bob; And hurried to Prison as if they did Rob. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

XIV.

Then into the world a dear P— of W— slipt; 'Twas plain, for we hear a great Minister peep'd: The Bricklayer for prating had like t'a bin whipp'd. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

XV.

Thus England's distresses more fierce than the Plague, That during three years, of no Quiet could brag. The Prince Van Auraignia has brought from the Hague. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

XVI.

A strong Fleet and Army t'Invade us are bent; We know not the Cause, tho there is something in't: But we doubt not, e're long we shall see it in Print. Sing hey brave Popery, &c.

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XVII.

Ah England, that never couldst value thy Peace: Had matters been now as in Elsabeth's Days, The Dutch had ne're ventur'd to Fish in our Seas. Then Curse of Popery, pox o' Popery, plague o' Popery, Oh Senseless Popery, oh.