TOM and WILL

                OR,

News from the Country.

Being a further NARRATIVE of the late POPISH PLOT.

TOM and will, (Two Country-Fellows)
Meeting by Chance one Day at Ale - Houſe ;
They ſit them down, and o're a Pot,
They Learnedly diſcourſe the P L O T.
Each vents his Thoughts, and tells his Story ;
Little to POPE, or PAPISTS Glory.
And though they now and then Diſ-joint
A Word or two, What's that to th'Point ?

No Man, I gueſs, will at it grutch,
Since Doctors Grave have done as much.
But why ſhould I fore- ſtall the Market ?
Read it but or'e, and do but mark it:
The Truth of All, you'll plainly ſee.
The Tune is----------

                                                 whoop Sir Domine.

                           Tom,

HEark thee Will, I'le tell thee ſome News;
it is ſo Good, I cannot chuſe :
Do' ſt thou not hear the work on foot,
with long-look'd for, it is come to't ?

Papiſts, they are all in a Net,
thanks to the Man that made the ſet:
We need not fear to cut their Throats;
the PLOT's made out by Dr. Oates.

For he doth ſwear this very thing,
that they deſign'd to Kill the KING,
And to Convert the Government :
a heinous, baſe, and vile Intent.

And Bedlow, Praunce, and Dugdale bould,
the ſame by Oaths do plain unſould ;
That is to ſay, the diſmal Thing
0ates ſwore before, to Slay the KING.

And ſundry Inſults Jezazetshad,
to find out Men good K ING to Stab:
Then Ruſ ſians Four, of Iriſh Breed,
to Windſor went, to make KING Bleed.

And Pickering was to lye a loof,
with a gay Gun of Mettle-proof;
To ſhoot KING through, as he paſt by,
in any Part, to make KING Dye.

Then George Sir Wakeman Hired was,
to Poyſon dead our Leige-Lord's Grace;
And for his Pains (they ſaid) he ſhould
have Fifteen Thouſand Pounds in Gold.

KING being Kill'd, What next I trow?
it is but meet, that thou ſhould' ſt know :
Although the Matter be ſo Derne,
It makes my very Bowels yerne.

Hundreds, Thouſands Men were to come,
at Sound of Trump, and Beat of Drum,
Out of Utope, to cut and ſlice
Proteſtant Guggles all in a Trice.

And after that all Us were flain,
Pope was to come a twhart the Main:
And here to hold up his Left Hand,
and ſolve the Cut-Throats of this Land.

Then in order to his expence,
before the Gray Beard went from hence;
They all ſhould ſwear for Recompence,
yearly to pay him Peter pence.

Thus much and more, the Learned ſay,
they practized Us to Deſtroy;
From which ſoul Deed, Great Jove fore-fend ;
twere better the World were at an End.

The Second Part, To the ſame Tune.

                  will.

VErily Tom, you well do ſhow,
what I long time before did know;
Yet what I learn't from Maiſter's mind,
the work's undone, that was deſign'd.

For when at firſt, Grave Oates did ſwear,
how Proteſtants were like to fare;
We ſhould have roſe up ev'ry where,
and cut Papiſts Throats, in ev'ry Sheir.

How pure a Charr had it been there,
they not one, to Ten times Ten;
Scarce half a Meal to Feed the Jawes
of ſuch as are for the Good Old Cauſe.

That done the work had been diſpatch'd,
and all made good, which R------had hatch'd;
But, hanging now ſo long i'th wind,
'twill go, I fear, againſt: our mind.

For though Coleman be put to Death,
and Ireland hath loſt his Breath ;
And many more for Treaſon grand,
at Ty bourn, lately have been Hang'd.

Yet all do ſwear, vow, and proteſt,
as they expect Eternal reſt;
They know no Plot, but Guiltleſs are
of all that Oates, and Bedlow ſwear.

And dying Men's words, Wiſe folk ſay,
ought to bear a far greater ſway :
Then thoſe are thought, who ſwear for gain,
and were before of no good Fame.

If Papiſts Arms had but been found
in Houſe, in Barn, or under Ground
Then we had had a fair pretence,
to ſpoil their plea of Innocence.

But no ſuch matter yet appears,
and now they ding it in our Ears:
How we promote more Rebel Jiggs,
than Forty one, from Scottiſh whiggs.

Beſides, the Knight hath broke a Maſh;
who lay long time under the Laſh:
And now away from Us is got;
whom all Men thought would go to pot.

And three or four, then uncler pole,
did flirt away through Doctor's hole,
And all the reſt, I am in doubt,
now Net is burſt, will ſoon get out.

Again, that Berry, Hill, and Green ;
as in ſome Writing may be ſeen,
Concerning Godfrey's baſe Trapan,
were not the Men that ſpoil'd that Man.

Therefore Tom. what to ſay or do,
I do not know, I tell thee true;
Swearing, and Lying, I eſpy,
will not confound old Popery.

               FINIS.

  Printed in the YEAR, 1680.