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4 The Taylor is a turncoat I'm told A wretch universally curst Like Judas, his master he sold And ranks among villains the worst

5 Tho Sir C__r would be the man For their intirest 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 could he get any thing by it 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