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The Taylor | The Taylor's a turncoat I'm told | ||
A wretch universally | A wretch universally curs't | ||
Like Judas, his master he sold | Like Judas, his master he sold | ||
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Tho Sir C__r would be the man | Tho Sir C__r would be the man | ||
For their | For their Int'rest he cares not a Louse | ||
But as many he'll get as he can | But as many he'll get as he can | ||
With himself in the Parliament house | With himself in the Parliament house | ||
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The Vicar of Paul so upright | The Vicar of Paul so upright | ||
Who has left his best friends in the lurch | Who has left his best friends in the lurch | ||
And | And coud he get any thing by't | ||
He would sell both his God and his Church | He would sell both his God and his Church | ||
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The world ne'er produced such an Elf | The world ne'er produced such an Elf. | ||
For his conscience at nothing with stick | For his conscience at nothing with stick | ||
But what will he say for himself | |||
When he gets in the claws of Old Nick | When he gets in the claws of Old Nick. | ||
Revision as of 02:43, 18 July 2017
[Margin note: Medlicot & Taylor]
4 The Taylor's a turncoat I'm told A wretch universally curs't Like Judas, his master he sold And ranks among villains the worst
5 Tho Sir C__r would be the man For their Int'rest he cares not a Louse But as many he'll get as he can With himself in the Parliament house
6 Perhaps we shall soon see his speech As none can his speaking excell Dick Gurney cannot better preach Nor utter his words half so well
7 The Vicar of Paul so upright Who has left his best friends in the lurch And coud he get any thing by't He would sell both his God and his Church
8 Ah where is his honesty now? His honour too, where is that fled? Why all honest men must allow That to both he hath long since been dead
9 On the earth let him lie till he rots Whilst his name like his carcase will stink All the sea cannot wash out his spots And his soul is much blacker than Ink.
10 The world ne'er produced such an Elf. For his conscience at nothing with stick But what will he say for himself When he gets in the claws of Old Nick.