very well know when _Marlborough_,
Did take the Towns in _Flanders_;
'Twas _English-men_, did pay for them,
Tho' they put in _Dutch_ Commanders;
So that while we were humbling _France_,
_Hollands_ Power we did advance,
And made 'em Great at our expence,
And so we were Banter'd, _&c._

We must suppose, the WHIGS are Foes,
When Treatys they will Sign a;
To give the _Dutch_ so plaguy much,
And call it the Barrier Line a:
For how can we Great _Europe_ Sway,
Or keep the Ballance every way,
I fear we shall pay for't another Day,
For we have been Banter'd, _&c._

For Liberty, and Property,
'Twas once we us'd to Fight;
'Gainst Popery, and Slavery,
We did it with our Might:
But now the Taxes make us poor,
The Emperor may Swear and roar,
We neither can nor will do more,
For we have been Banter'd, _&c._

FANATICKS then, are now the Men,
Who Kingly Pow'r divide;
Their Villany to Monarchy,
'Tis makes 'em _France_ deride:
If _Hollanders_ wou'd choose a King,
As much as now their Praises Sing,
They wou'd Curse, and Damn, and Fling,
And cry they were Banter'd, _&c._

I swear adsnigs, the Canting WHIGS,
Have run their Knavish Race;
The Church and Queen, are Flourishing,
Now they are in Disgrace:
Great _Harly_ he has set us right,
And _France_ will banish _Perkenite_,
So we're no more the _Holland_ Bite,
Nor will we be Banter'd and Bubbl'd,
And Cheated and Banter'd and Bubbl'd.

_The_ MOHOCKS. _A_ SONG.

[Music]

There's a new set of Rakes,
Entitled Mohocks,
Who infest Her Majesties Subjects;
He who meets 'em at Night,
Must be ready for flight,
Or withstanding he many a Drub gets.

In their nightly Patrole,
They up and down rowle,
To the Bodily fear of the Nation;
Some say they are Gentle-
men, otherwise Simple,
And their Sense like their Reputation.

Others say that the Van's
Led by Noblemen,
Tho' to Forreigners this will but sound ill;
But let 'em take care,
How they manage th' Affair;
For a Lord may be kill'd by a Scoundrel.

Some count it a Plot,
And the Lord knows what,
Contriv'd by the WHIGS out of Season;
But shou'd it be so,
By the _High-Church_ or _Low_,
Rebellion was always high Treason.

Fie, curb the Disgrace,
'Tis imprudent and base