Townly's Ghost, etc. a Song

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545 (545)
✝Townly's Ghost, &cetc.

When Sol in Shades of Night was lost,

And all was fast asleep,

In glided murder’dmurdered Townly's Ghost,

And stood at William’s Feet.

Awake, Infernal Wretch, he cried,

And view this mangled Shade,

That in thy perjur’dperjured Faith ☂relied,

And basely was Xbetray’dbetrayed

Embrew’dEmbrewed in Bliss, embath’dembathed in Ease,

Tho'Though now thou seem’stseemest to lie,

My injur’dinjured form shall gall thy Peace,

And make Thee wish to die.

Fancy no more, in pleasing Dreams,

Shall frisk before thy Sight;

But horrid Thoughts &and dismal Screams

Attend Thee all the night.

Think

✝
Francis Townly, Esquire, of an honourable
Family in Lancashire was Colonel of the
Manchester Regiment, &and one of the nine
English Gentlemen, that suffered first,
upon Kennington Common, July 30th, 1746.

See the Scots Magazine for July, Pag: 326,
327, 328, 329, 330.1

☂ X
Alluding to the
Capitulation at Carlisle.

546 (546)

Think on yethe hellish Acts thou’stthou hast done,

The thousands thou’stthou hast betray’dbetrayed.

Nero himself would blush to own

The Slaughter thou hast made.

Nor InfantsInfants' Cries, nor ParentsParents' Tears

Could stay thy bloody Hand:

Nor could the ravishtravished Virgin's Fears

Appease thy dire Command.

But, Ah! what pangs are set apart

In Hell, thou’ltthou wilt quickly see,

Where ev’neven the Damn’dDamned ymselvesthemselves will ^start,

To view a Fiend like Thee!

In Haste, affrighted, Willie rose,

And trembling stood &and pale.

Then to his cruel Sire he goes,

And tells yethe dreadful Tale.

ChearCheer up, my Dear, my darling Son,

(The bold Usurper said)

And ne’ernever repent qtwhat thou hast done,

Nor be at all afraid.

If 547 (547)

If we in Scotland's Throne can dwell,

And reign securely✝ here,

Your Uncle Satan's King in Hell,

And he’ll secure us there.

✝
England.