Corrected version:

  The Swearers Chorus to the first Presbyterian Plot [AIR -- 'A-begging I will go'; or, 'The Jovial Beggar']
  
         F               Bb           F             C7
  There was a monstrous doctor, this doctor had no peer, 
     Dm                         C7               F
  A rogue from his cradle, and bred to lie and swear
  
  (C7)   Gm      C7      F                 (C7)
  And a Swearing we will go, will go, will go, 
  (Bb)    Gm     C7      F (C7)
  And a swearing we will go
  
  A bag for my pilgrims another for Black Bills
  Ten thousand blank commissions to move as many hills
  
  A bag for my sallery, from every fool suborns
  Three brawny bums to follow me, and bugger them by turns
  And a Bugg'ring we will go, &c
  
  A bag for my plunder, Sir William's on the scent
  The Pole did ne'r so thunder in the Grand Vizier's Tent
  And a plundering we will go, &c
  
  A bag for our pistols and consecrated knives
  And one for Tormetillio's, T'fright fools out of their lives
  And a plotting we will go, &c
  
  A bag for the parson, another for Don John
  Though I swore like a whoreson, yet still I would swear on
  And a swearing we will go, &c
  
  Through four and twenty keyholes, I sally'd like a witch
  And through as many Brick walls, I'll swear I went through-stitch
  
  To Lambeth we will go, where we first made the plot
  While Miles and I can swear and lie, they all shall go to pot
  And a plotting we will go, &c
  
  Then we'l to Godrey go, and find him kil'd o'th' spot
  And swear the Papists did it, to make a popish plot
  And a murd'ring we will go, &c
  
  A gown I have for shew, amonst the clergy grave
  And, when I please, a cloak, to hide the double Knave
  And a plotting we will go, &c
  
  I had a pretty knack, to wheedle, swear and lye
  By the Rebellious Rabble, how much admir'd was I
  
  In fair London town, I live and pay no rent,
  The brethren they provide for me, and I am well content
  
  Of all occupations the Swearer is most blest
  For when he swears most falsly, he's always paid th ebest
  
  I fear no plot against me, although the whigs rebel
  Then who would be honest, since such rogues fare so well?
  And a plotting, &c
  
  [Impris: Print by N.Thompson at the entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden, 1684. Also included it in 'A Choice Collection of 
  
  120 Loyal Songs' (1684)]