The Religious Turncoat

I Lov'd no King in Forty One,
When Prelacy went down;
A Cloak and Band, I then put on,
And Preach'd against the Crown.

A Turncoat is a Cunning Man,
That Cants to Admiration;
And Prays for any King, to gain
The Peoples Approbation.

I shew'd them Paths to Heaven untrod,
From Pop'ry to refine 'em;
And taught the People to serve God,
As if the Devil were in 'em.

A Turncoat, &c.

When Charles return'd into our Land,
The English Church Supporter,
I shifted oft my Cloak and Band,
And so became a Courtier.

A Turncoat, &c.

The King's Religion I profest,
And found there was no harm in't;
I Cog'd and Flatter'd like the rest,
Till I had got Preferment.

A Turncoat, &c.

I taught my Conscience how to Cope
With Honesty or Evil;
And when I railed against the Pope,
I sided with the Devil.

A Turncoat, &c.

When Royal James began his Reign,
And Mass was used in Common,
I shifted off my Faith again,
And then became a Roman.

A Turncoat,&c.

I Orders took i'th' Church of Rome,
And Read the Declarations,
And prov'd that all the World must come
To Transubstantiation.

A Turncoat, &c.

His Holyness the Pope to please,
By the Lord's Assistance,
To bring in Pop'ry with more ease,
I preacht up Non-Resistance.

A Turncoat, &c.

Our Prince of Wales was soon betray'd,
And then the Head-strong Rabble
Grew angry with the Child, and made
The Devil rock the Cradle.

A Turncoat, &c.

When Cause grew Sick, and King grew Tame,
I fell from Priest to Pagan;
Just as the Belgick Lyon came,
To quell the Romish Dragon.

A Turncoat, &c.

When William had possest the Throne,
And Cur'd the Nations Grievance,
New Principles I then put on,
And swore to him Allegiance.

A Turncoat, &c.

And now Preach up King William's Right,
Pray for his Foes Confusion;
And shall remain a Williamite,
Till another Revolution.

A Turncoat is a Cunning Man,
That Cants to Admiration;
And Prays for any King, to gain
The Peoples Approbation.