Wish Upon Wish

Was I once again out,
I would never come here,
Nor never transgress
Against King with a sear:
And all Rogueries shun,
With a Curse to my fate,
And ne're more concern
With Church or with State.

May I govern my self
By an absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better,
Before I go away,
Ambition and Faction
I swear shall decay,
Ambition and Faction
I swear—shall decay

A wooden Cravat
I believe I shall wear,
And after a Rope
Will come to my share.
But I'le turn obedient
To Prince and to State,
And ne're again shams
From malice create.

May I govern, &c.

If Tyburn I miss
I will grow more wise,
And to the three Nations
Be fully precize,
And will do all
The good that I can,
And will turn from a Knave
To a true Loyal man.

May I govern, &c.

Wou'd my sins were accquitted,
And liberty given,
I'd forsake all Fanaticks,
And thank my good Heaven.
But now 'tis too late,
My Roguery's known,
In vain I do prate
Now in Prison I'm thrown.

May I govern, &c.

O curse on their guilt
That made me to swear
Against honest men,
That alive I wish were:
I'd govern my hate
With a plesant new look,
And my malice abate,
And not swear on a Book.

May I govern &c.

To take a mans life,
Wrongfully away,
It is a bad act,
For to swear wrong, I say:
But a Curse me attend
That did swear to a lye,
But now I am in hold,
And afraid I shall dye.

May I govern, &c.

I wish I were dead,
I shou'd suffer no more,
But now at the last
I must pay a long score.
The Popish Plot is in Newgate,
O there he is laid,
There, or at Tyburn,
He must dye, he's afraid.

May I govern, &c.

But now my sufferings
Is like unto Oates,
With grief I am perplext,
And am quite out of sorts.
No M—th, no, no,
No more ile disguise,
The Cloak, and the Star
Ile leave off and be wise.

May I govern, &c.