Now Mundy's join'd with Parker Coke,
And others of renown;
Those tyrants for to circumvent,
To save this goodly town.
Those veterans that have stood the brunt,
Of many a well fought day;
Will always cheer you in the front,
And shew you the right way.
For to be free as Britons ought,
And have a right to be;
In spite of these tyrannic fools,
That want your liberty.
The Nun's-Green Rangers,
Or the Triple Alliance. Consisting of an Old Sergeant, a Tinker, and a Bear.
Tune—Bow, Wow, Wow.[89]
Come listen to me, neighbours all, attend unto my story,
My song concerns not Church or King, neither Whig nor Tory;
But my Ballad is to caution you, against the machinations,
Of those who mean t' impose on you by false insinuations.
Bow, wow, wow.
There's JEMMY PAD, that Irish Lad, who heads the clan of faction,
Swears by the Holy Poker now, he'll make us all distraction,
To keep Nun's Green that precious Land, for his own dear advantage,
He means by lies to dupe you all, and GOBBLE up the Pasturage.
Bow, wow, wow.