Phanatick Zeal, or a Looking-Glass for the Whigs

From a Collection of 180 Loyal Songs.
Tune, “A Swearing we will go.”

Who would not be a Tory
   When the loyal are call’d so:
And a Whig now is known
   To be the nation’s foe?
      So a Tory I will be, will be,
      And a Tory I will be.

With little band precise,
   Hair Presbyterian cut,
Whig turns up hands and eyes
   Though smoking hot from slut.
      So a Tory I will be, etc.

Black cap turn’d up with white,
   With wolfish neck and face,
And mouth with nonsense stuft,
   Speaks Whig a man of grace,
      And a Tory I will be, etc.

The sisters go to meetings
   To meet their gallants there;
And oft mistake for my Lord,
   And snivel out my dear.
      And a Tory I will be, etc.

Example, we do own,
   Than precept better is;
For Creswell she was safe,
   When she lived a private Miss.
      And a Tory I will be, etc.

The Whigs, though ne’er so proud,
   Sometimes have been as low,
For there are some of note
   Have long a raree-show.
      And a Tory I will be, etc.

These mushrooms now have got
   Their champion turn-coat hick;
But if the naked truth were known
   They’re assisted by old Nick.
      And a Tory I will be, etc.

To be and to be not
   At once is in their power;
For when they’re in, they’re guilty,
   But clear when out o’ the tower.
      And a Tory I will be, etc.

To carry their designs,
   Though ’t contradicts their sense;
They’re clear a Whiggish traytor
   Against clear evidence.
      And a Tory I will be, etc.

The old proverb doth us tell,
   Each dog will have his day;
And Whig has had his too,
   For which he’ll soundly pay;
      And a Tory I will be, etc.

For bodkins and for thimbles
   Now let your tubsters cant;
Their confounded tired cause
   Had never yet more want.
      So a Tory I will be, etc.

For ignoramus Toney
   Has left you in the lurch;
And you have spent your money,
   So, faith, e’en come to Church;
      For a Tory I will be, etc.

They are of no religion,
   Be it spoken to their glories,
For St Peter and St Paul
   With them both are Tories;
      And a Tory I will be, etc.

They’re excellent contrivers,
   I wonder what they’re not,
For something they can make
   Of nothing and a plot.
      And a Tory I will be, etc.

But now your holy cheat
   Is known throughout the nation;
And a Whig is known to be
   A thing quite out of fashion.
      And a Tory I will be, etc.