ISBN: 9781130293418

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 66 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purc… More...

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 66 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1860 Excerpt: . . . fame; You came and saw--then ran away Much faster than you came! Turn priest; the ladies then will come To you to be confest; Sing Ave Marias, and say Mass, --That suits your temper best. Were ever faithful subjects servd So base as we have been; Slighted and left, and bullied too, By one we calld our King THE PRETENDERS FLIGHT, AND SORROWFUL LAMENTATION FOR HIS LATE DISAP-POINTMENT IN SCOTLAND. Previously to the breaking out of the Scottish rebellion in 1715, many of the Londoners exhibited their loyalty to the House of Hanovei by arming and constituting themselves the guardians of the public peace within the limits of their own city, and by meeting and carousing periodically at certain taverns, or mug-houses, as they were called from the vessel in which the liquor was sold. These loyal societies ultimately became the greatest pests of the town; for at their convivial gatherings the members of them, in drinking confusion to the Pretender and his Tory adherents, usually confounded themselves, and whilst in that state sallied forth and attacked indiscriminately all whom they met in the streets. The turbulence and bloodshed that followed at length compelled the government to interpose and suppress them. The following is an average specimen of the once popular mug-house songs. Both in point of wit and expression they are very inferior to the Jacobite relics of the same period. Let Tories in this Ballad vietu What filly Whigs believe not true, Perkin is surely Jameses son, He does so naturally run: So foolish is he, and mild-hearted, I do sincerely ivish him carted And, if his stars do not mistake, He must in time the halter take. WAS when the Seas were roaring With blasts of northern wind, Young Perkin lay deploring, On warming-pan reclind. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<