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Beneath his flintie tower a noisome dungeon lies,
Where many wretches pine unseen of mortal eyes,
They waste the night and day in sobs and doleful
Ah! never mo, poor souls! ye'll ken the cheerful
Like an olde baronne of the lande,
And the lande's olde baronne.

His ladie was indeed a faire and comely flower,
But she was nothing more than first slave in her
She little converse had with her lord so stiff and
For women he mote deem but toyes for idle hour.
Like an olde baronne of the lande,
And the lande's olde baronne.

No studie the baronne had, for bookes he could na reede,

Ne yet for learned men did he e'er trouble his heade, A burley priest he payd to sing masse for his father deid,

And shrive the living lorde-perdie there was marvellous neede.

Like an olde baronne of the lande,
And the lande's olde baronne.

If any chiefs less strong provoked his savage ire, Their tenants' fields and woods he wastes with sword and fire, [pyre Their castels a' are brent, and midst the smoking Their poor defenceless wives, their prettie babes


Like an olde baronne of the lande,
And the lande's olde baronne.

Ah! dismal daies were these of outrage and of woe! Such daies as I foresee our sonnes shall never know, For a race of nobles new prophetick Muses show, Who, though some simple be, are better than the'

olde, I trow.

Like a new baronne of the king's,
And the king's new baronne.

Instead of rocky tower, all wrapt in sullen gloome, Rise structures faire and graunde as those of ancient Rome, [luxuriant bloome, With sloping lawns where flowers and shrubs And streames that smiling flow in bankes that breathe perfume.

Like a new castle of the londe,
And the londe's new castle.

In seats like these, I wis, a far superior kinde, The faire, the learn'd, the gay shall cast their cares behinde,

And, when the feast is done, a nobler joy shall finde In wise and sweet discourse, the banquette of the minde.

Like a new guest of the baronne,
And the baronne's new guest.

The artes of civil life shall then be duly taught, And dear domestick peace the first of blessings thought; [sought

The women, slaves no more, by men shall aye be As guides, companions, friends,-for so, in sooth, they ought.

Like polish'd damselles of the courte,
And the courte's polish'd damselles.

The lorde shall still receive his rents for house and lande,

[bande; But not to feede and swill a wilde tumultuous Defended by the lawes, the weak secure shall stande,

And every poore man eate the labour of his hand.
Like a free subject of the king's,
And the king's free subject.


In senates grave and sage, the peere, a patriot growne, [owne, Shall watch the publick good as dearly as his Our glory strive to spread, where'er the sunne has shone, [throne.

And raise his loyal arme to guard, not shake, the
Like a true noble of the king's,
And the king's true noble.

Yet such as these, in troth, ye mun expect but few,
Some new baronnes shall be ne wise, ne just, ne
[harm can do:
But so close shall their power be pared they little
Then happy daies are these, reserved, my sonnes,
for you!

Like free-born men of old Englonde,
And old Englonde's free born men.


IN good King Charles's golden days,
When loyalty no harm meant,
A furious high churchman I was,
And so I gain'd preferment;

Unto my flock I daily preach'd,
Kings were by God appointed;
And damn'd all those that dare resist
Or touch the Lord's anointed.


And this is law I will maintain
Until my dying day, sir,
That, whatsoever king shall reign,
I will be Vicar of Bray, sir.

When royal James possess'd the crown,
And Popery grew in fashion,
The penal laws I hooted down,
And read the Declaration;
The church of Rome I found would fit
Full well my constitution;
And I had been a Jesuit

But for the Revolution.
And this is law, &c.

When William, our deliverer, came
To heal the nation's grievance,
Another face of things was seen-
I swore to him allegiance.
Old principles I did revoke,

Set conscience at a distance;
Passive obedience is a joke,
A jest is nonresistance.
And this is law, &c.

When royal Anne became our queen, The Church of England's glory, Another face of things was seenAnd I became a Tory.

Occasional conformists base

I damn'd, and moderation;
And thought the church in danger was
By such prevarication.
And this is law, &c.

When George in pudding-time came o’er,
And moderate men look'd big, sir,
My principles I changed once more,
And so became a Whig, sir.
And thus preferment I procured
From our Faith's great Defender;
And almost every day abjured

The Pope and the Pretender.
And this is law, &c.

The' illustrious House of Hanover,
And Protestant Succession,
To them I lustily will swear-
While they can keep possession.
For, in my faith and loyalty

I never once will falter;

But George my lawful king shall be-
Unless the times should alter.
And this is law, &c.


A Song.

WHEN daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady smocks all silver white,
And cuckoo buds of yellow hue

Do paint the meadows with delight,

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