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In good King Charles' golden time, when loyalty no harm meant,
A zealous high churchman was I, and so I gained preferment.
To teach my flock, I never missed: Kings are by God appointed
And damned are those who dare resist or touch the Lord's annointed.
And this be law, that I'll maintain until my dying day, sir
That whatsoever king may reign, Still I'll be the Vicar of Bray, sir.
When royal James possessed the crown, and popery came in fashion,
The penal laws I hooted down, and read the Declaration.
The Church of Rome, I found, did fit full well my constitution
And I had been a Jesuit, but for the Revolution.
When William was our King declared, to ease the nation's grievance,
With this new wind about I steered, and swore to him allegiance.
Old principles I did revoke; Set conscience at a distance,
Passive obedience was a joke, a jest was non-resistance.
When Royal Anne became our queen, the Church of England's glory,
Another face of things was seen, and I became a Tory.
Occasional conformists base; I blamed their moderation;
And thought the Church in danger was from such prevarication.
When George in pudding time came o'er, and moderate men looked big, sir
My principles I changed once more, and I became a Whig, sir.
And thus preferment I procured From our new Faith's Defender,
And almost every day abjured the Pope and the Pretender.
Illustrious house of Hanover and Protestant succession
To these I do allegiance swear -- while they can hold possession.
For in my faith and loyalty I never more will falter,
And George my lawful king shall be -- until the times do alter.
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John Peel [Trad.]
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Do ye ken John Peel
With his coat so grey?
Do ye ken John Peel
At the break of day?
Do ye ken John Peel
When he's far, far away
With his hounds and his horn
In the morning
Twas the sound of his horn
Brought me from my bed
And the cry of his hounds
As he oftimes led
Peel's view holloa
Would awaken the dead
Or the fox from his lair
In the morning
Do ye ken that hound
Whose voice is death?
Do ye ken her sons
Of peerless faith?
Do ye ken that a fox
With his last breath
Cursed them all as he died
In the morning?
Yes, I ken John Peel
And Ruby, too
Ranter and Ringwood,
Bellman so true
From the drag to the chase,
From the chase to the view
From the view to the death
In the morning
And I've followed John Peel
Both often and far
O'er the rasper fence
And the gate and the bar
From Low Denton Holme
To the Scratchmere Scar
When we vied for the brush
In the morning
Then here's to John Peel
With my heart and soul
Come fill, fill to him
A brimming bowl
For we'll follow John Peel
Thro fair or thro foul
While we want a good hunt
In the morning
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There was a jolly miller once
Lived on the River Dee
He work'd and sang from morn till night,
No lark more blithe than he.
And this the burthen of his song
Forever used to be;
"I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me."
The reason why he was so blithe
He once did thus unfold:
"The bread I eat my hands have earn'd;
I covet no man's gold;
I do not fear next quarter-day;
In debt to none I be.
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me."
"A coin or two I've in my purse,
To help a needy friend;
A little I can give the poor,
And still have some to spend.
Though I may fail, yet I rejoice,
Another's good hap to see.
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me."
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