Let’s preach and pray, but spit our gall On those that do oppose us, And cant of grace, in spite of all The shame the Devil owes us: The just, the loyal, and the wise With us shall Papists be, For if the _High Church_ once should rise, Then, _Low Church_, down go we. PHANATICK ZEAL, OR A LOOKING-GLASS FOR THE WHIGS. From a Collection of 180 Loyal Songs. Tune, “A Swearing we will go.” WHO would not be a Tory When the loyal are call’d so: And a Whig now is known To be the nation’s foe? So a Tory I will be, will be, And a Tory I will be. With little band precise, Hair Presbyterian cut, Whig turns up hands and eyes Though smoking hot from slut. So a Tory I will be, etc. Black cap turn’d up with white, With wolfish neck and face, And mouth with nonsense stuft, Speaks Whig a man of grace, And a Tory I will be, etc. The sisters go to meetings To meet their gallants there; And oft mistake for my Lord, And snivel out my dear. And a Tory I will be, etc. Example, we do own, Than precept better is; For Creswell she was safe, When she lived a private Miss. And a Tory I will be, etc. The Whigs, though ne’er so proud, Sometimes have been as low, For there are some of note Have long a raree-show. And a Tory I will be, etc. These mushrooms now have got Their champion turn-coat hick; But if the naked truth were known They’re assisted by old Nick. And a Tory I will be, etc. To be and to be not At once is in their power; For when they’re in, they’re guilty, But clear when out o’ the tower. And a Tory I will be, etc. To carry their designs, Though ’t contradicts their sense; They’re clear a Whiggish traytor Against clear evidence. And a Tory I will be, etc. The old proverb doth us tell, Each dog will have his day; And Whig has had his too, For which he’ll soundly pay; And a Tory I will be, etc. For bodkins and for thimbles Now let your tubsters cant; Their confounded tired cause Had never yet more want. So a Tory I will be, etc. For ignoramus Toney Has left you in the lurch; And you have spent your money, So, faith, e’en come to Church; For a Tory I will be, etc. They are of no religion, Be it spoken to their glories, For St Peter and St Paul With them both are Tories; And a Tory I will be, etc. They’re excellent contrivers, I wonder what they’re not, For something they can make Of nothing and a plot. And a Tory I will be, etc.