II. What's he that doth the Bishops hate, And thinks a zealous Cobler better, O! Juch a Rogue's a Round-head. IIL "What's he that doth High-Treafon fay, As often as his Tea and Nay, And wish the King confounded; And dares maintain that Mr. Pim Is fitter for a Crown than him? O! Such a Rogue's a Round-head. IV. What's he that if he chance to hear A little piece of Common-Prayer, Doth Doth think his Confcience wounded' Will go five Miles to Preach and Pray, And meet a Sifter by the way? O! fuch a Rogue's a Round-head. V. What's he that met a Holy Sifler, 'Twas underneath a fhady Willow, THE TURNCOAT. To the Tune of, London is a fine Town. By Mr. SAMUEL BUTLER, Author of Hudibras. I. I Lov'd no King fince Forty One, When Prelacy went down, A Cloak and Band I then put on, Chorus Chorus. A Turncoat is a cunning Man, I fhew'd the Paths to Heav'n untrod, And taught the People to serve God, Chorus. A Turncoat, &c. III. When Charles return'd into our Land, Chorus. A Turncoat, &c. L 3 The IV. The King's Religion I profeft, Chorus. A Turncoat, &c. V. I taught my Confcience how to cope And when I rail'd against the Pope, Chorus. A Turncoat is a cunning Man, And prays for any King to gain THE |