THE DOWNFALL OF THE GOOD OLD CAUSE. From a “Collection of One Hundred and Eighty Loyal Songs, all written since 1678,” and published London, 1694. [Fourth Edition.] Tune,—“Hey, Boys, up go we.” NOW the Bad Old Cause is tapt, And the vessel standeth stoop’d; The cooper may starve for want of work, For the cask shall never be hoop’d;— We will burn the Association, The Covenant and vow, The public cheat of the nation, Anthony, now, now, now No fanatick shall bear the sway In court, city, or town, These good kingdoms to betray, And cry the right line down;— Let them cry they love the King, Yet if they hate his brother, Remember Charles they murdered, And so they would the other. Weavers and such like fellows In pulpit daily prate, Like the Covenanters, Against the Church and State: Yet they cry they love the King, But their baseness will discover; Charles the First they murdered, And so they would the other. When these fellows go to drink, In city or in town, They vilify the bishops And they cry the Stuarts down: Still they cry they love the King, But their baseness I’ll discover; Charles the First they murdered, And so they would the other. When the King wanted money, Poor Tangier to relieve, They cry’d down his revenue, Not a penny they would give: Still they cry’d they loved the King, But their baseness I’ll discover; Charles the First they murdered, And so they would the other. The noble Marquis of Worcester, And many such brave lord, By the King-killing crew They daily are abhor’d, And called evil councellors, When the truth they did discover; And Charles the First they murdered, And so they would the other. The Papists they would kill the King, But the Phanaticks did; Their perjuries and treacheries Aren’t to be parallel’d: Let them cry they love the King, Their faults I will discover; Charles the First they murdered, And so they would the other. Charles the Second stands on’s guard, Like a good politick King; The Phanaticks ought to be abhor’d For all their flattering: Let them cry they love the King, Their faults I will discover; Charles the First they murdered, And so they would the other. Now let us all good subjects be, That bear a loyal heart; Stand fast for the King And each man act his part; And to support his Sovereign, Religion, and the laws, That formerly were established, And down with the cursed cause. OLD JEMMY. From a “Collection of 180 Loyal Songs,” written since 1678. This is a parody on the Whig song, “Young Jemmy is a lad that’s royally descended,” written in celebration of the Duke of Monmouth. Old Jemmy is the Duke of York, afterwards James II.