THE BULLY WHIG, OR THE POOR WHORES LAMENTATION FOR THE APPREHENDING OF SIR THOMAS ARMSTRONG
(to the tune of "Ah! Cruel Bloody Fate! &c.)

Ah! Cruel Bloody Tom!
What canst thou hope for more,
Than to receive the Doom
Of all thy crimes before"
For all thy bold Conspiracies
Thy head must pay the score;
Thy Cheats and Lies,
They Box and Dice,
Will serve thy turn no more.

Ungrateful thankless wretch!
How couldst thou hope in vain,
(Without the reach of Ketch)
Thy treasons to maintain?
For murders long since done and past,
Thou pardons hast had store,
And yet wouldst still stab on, and kill,
As if thou hop'dst for more.

But Tom, ere he would starve,
More blood resolv'd to've spilt;
Thy flight did only serve
To justify thy guilt:
Whilst they, whose harmless innocence
Submit to chains at home,
Are each day freed; while traitors bleed,
And suffer in their room.

When Whigs a plot did vote,
What peer from justice fled?
In the Fanatic Plot
Tom durst not shew his head.
Now sacred justice rules above,
The guiltless are set free, -
And the napper's napt, and the clapper's clapt,
In his conspiracy.

Like Cain, thou hadst a mark
Of murder on thy brow;
Remote, and in the dark,
Black guilt thou didst still pursue:
Nor England, Holland, France, nor Spain,
The traitor can defend;
He will be found in fetters bound, |
To pay for't, in the end.

Tom might about the Town
Have bully'd, huff'd and roar'd
By every Venus known,
Been for a Mars ador'd:
By friendly Pimping and fake Dice
Thou might'st have longer liv'd,
Hectored and shamm'd
And swore and gam'd
Hadst thou no Plots contriv'd

Tom once was Cock-a hoop
Of all the Huffs in Town
But now his Pride must stoop
His Courage is pull'd down
So long his Spurs are grown, poor Tom
Can neither fly nor fight;
Ah Cruel Fate!
That at this rate
The Squire shou'd foil the Knight!

But now no remedy,
It being his just Rewards,
In his own trap, you see,
The tiger is ensnar'd.
So may all traitors fare, till all
Who for their guilt did fly,
With bully Tom, by timely doom,
Like him unpitied die.


Sold at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden, 1684


http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/view/edition/23239

And after I spent a considerable amount of time transcribing the text from Bodleian Ballads, I found https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/901, which has the lyrics all nicely type'd.

It also has this explanation, which shows that the "Tom" song has nothing to do with the song in the Digital Tradition:

Sir Thomas Armstrong was implicated in the the Rye House Plot (1683), an alleged Whig conspiracy to assassinate or mount an insurrection against Charles II of England because of his pro-Roman Catholic policies. The plot drew its name from Rye House at Hoddeston, Hertfordshire, near which ran a narrow road where Charles was supposed to be killed as he traveled from a horse meet at Newmarket. After fleeing to Amsterdam Armstrong was kidnapped by the King's agents and brought back to London in chains. After being hung and quartered his head was stuck on a pike at the gates of St. James Palace. It was later judged by Parliament that Sir Thomas had been unjustly executed and his principal accuser was expelled from Parliament.