A New Chaunt

WRITTEN EXPRESSLY FOR THOSE TRULY TAKING SINGERS, THE HEAD CHORISIERS IN ST. STEPHEN'S CHAPEL; BY THEIR MOST DEVOTED AND HUMBLE BEADSMAN, HARRY BROWN .

[N.B. To the lovers of Social Order and Holy Altars. This new and edifying chaunt is to be sung to the tune of " Moderation", in the profane play intituled the Iron Chest, in case it chanceth not to inspire the harmonious Muse of Master Samuel Wesley, Master Vincent Novello, or some other grave and witty musician, learned upon the organ-pipe]

First of all, in order to give a convenient finish to our impudence and collusion,
We'll buy and sell seats so openly, that it shall put no true gentleman to confusion;
And we'll put soldiers all about instead of constables like our good promise making friend the Prussian;
And keep all good and knowing things to ourselves, like a close Rosicrucian;
And swear nobody should ever get children, but those who starve other people's, each like a true Malthusian;
And pin down the great body of Englishmen as if it were G ulliver , each like a super-eminent Lilliputian;
And be so extremely irresponsible, that it will be no sort of use to ask us why we pull down
The Constitution — Constitution;
And so pull down the Glorious Constitution.
And when we have done all this, should the people still object, we'll threaten them with retribution;
And we'll put unpopular speeches into the Prince's mouth, to give our own unpopularity a convenient division if not diminution;
And having taxed away the people's dinners, we'll tax away their tea in order to bring their remaining courage to a conclusion;
And if they dare nevertheless to meet again, we'll deliver them with a vengeance, — namely, up to execution;
Man, woman, and child, — not a soul that comes in our way shall that pretty review shun;
And we'll make the Prince thank us for it without knowing anything of the matter, and delay and deny justice, and treat every approach to the throne as an intrusion;
And we'll give a kick to some old Whig lord by way of beginning, and have a
Revolution — Revolution —
And so we'll have a Glorious Revolution.
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