their Apathy These Menacles upon my Arm I as my Mistris's favours wear And for to keep my Ankles warm I have some Iron Shackles there These walls are but my Garrison this Cell Which men call Goal doth prove my Cittadel So he that strook at Jasons life Thinking he had his purpose sure By a malicious friendly Knife Did only wound him to a cure Malice I see wants wit for what is meant Mischief oft-times proves favour by th' event I 'me in this Cabinet lockt up Like some high-prized Margaret Or like some great Mogul or Pope Are cloystered up from publick sight Retirement is a piece of Majesty And thus proud Sultan I 'me as great as thee Here sin for want of food must starve Where tempting Objects are not seen And these strong Walls do only serve To keep Vice out and keep me in Malice of late's grown charitable sure I 'me not committed but I 'me kept secure Whence once my Prince affliction hath Prosperity doth Treason seem And for to smooth so tough a Path I can learn Patience from him Now not to suffer shews no Loyal heart When Kings wants ease Subjects must bear a part Have you not seen the Nightingale A Pilgrim koopt into a Cage How doth she chant her wonted tale In that her narrow hermitage Even then her charming melody doth prove That all her Boughs are Trees her Cage a Grove My soul is free as the ambient aire Although my baser part 's immur'd Whilest Loyal thoughts do still repair T' accompany my Solitude And though immur'd yet I can chirp and sing Disgrace to Rebels glory to my King VVhat though I cannot see my King Neither in his Person or his Coyne Yet contemplation is a thing That renders what I have not mine My King from me what Adamant can part VVhom I do wear engraven on my heart I am that Bird whom they combine Thus to deprive of Liberty But though they do my Corps confine Yet maugre hate my Soul is free Although Rebellion do my Body bind My King can only captivate my mind On the demolishing the Forts IS this the end of all the toil And labour of the Town And did our Bulwarks rise so high Thus low to tumble down All things go by contraries now We fight to still the Nation Who build Forts to pull down Popery Pull down for Edification The Indepedents tenets and The wayes so pleasing be Our City won't be bound about But stands for Liberty The Popish doctrine shall no more Prevail within our Nation For now we see that by our works There is no Justification What an Almighty army 's this How worthy of our praysing That with one Vote can blow down that All we so long were raising Yet let 's not wonder at this Change For thus 't will be with all These works did lift themselves too high And Pride must have a fall And when both Houses vote agen The Cavies to be gone Nor dare to come within the lines Of Communication They must reserve the sense or else Referr't to the Divines And they had need fit seven years more Ere they can read those lines They went to make a Gotham on 't For now they did begin To build these mighty banks about To keep the Cuckoes in Alas what need they take such pains For why a Cucko here Might find so many of his Mates Hee 'l sing here all the year Has Isaac our L. Maior L. Maior With Tradesmen and his Wenches Spent so much time and Cakes and Beer To edifie these Trenches All trades did shew their skill in this Each Wife an Engineer The Mairess took the tool in hand The maids the stones did bear These Bulwarks stood for Popery And yet we never fear'd um And now they worship and fall down Before those Calves that rear'd ' um But though for Superstition The Crosses have been down'd who 'ld think these works would Popish turn That ever have been round This spoyles our Palmistry for when Wee 'l read the Cities fate We find nor Lines nor Crosses now As it hath had of late No wonder that the Aldermen Will no more mony lend When they that in this seven years Such learned works have pen'd Now to debase their lofty lines In which the wits delighted 'T is thought they 'l nere turn Poets more Because their works are slighted These to a dolefull tune are set For they that in the town Did every where cry Up go we Now they must sing down down But if that Tyburn do remain When tother slighted be The Cits will thither flock and sing Hay hay then up go we Upon Routing the Scots Army A SONG To the Tune of Through the Wood Lady 1. CAm lend lend y' are lugs Joes an I se speak a Song Sing heome agen Jocky sing heome agen Jocky O hes velient Acts an hes Prowes emong Sing heome agen heome agen O valent Jocky 2. Sirs Jockie's a Man held a mickle Note Sing heome agen Jocky c. Tha Breech o tha Covenant stuck in hes Throte Sing heome agen heome agen c. 3. For Jockie was riteous whilk ye wad admire Sing heome agen Jocky c. A fooght for tha Kirk bet a plunder'd tha Quire Sing heome agen Jocky c. 4. An Jockie waxt roth and toll Angland a cam Sing heome agen Jocky c. Fro whence hee 'd return but alack a is lame Sing heome agen Jocky c. 5. An Jockie was armed fro topp toll to toe Sing heome agen Jocky c. Wi a po're o Men and th' are geod D I tro Sing heome agen Jocky c. 6. So valent I wis they were an sa prat Sing heome agen Jocky c. Ne Cock nor Hen durst stand in thare gat Sing heome agen Jocky c. 7 In every strete thay ded sa flutter Sing heome agen Jocky c. Ne Child durst shaw his Bred and Butter Sing heome agen Jocky c. 8. Whan th' Anglish Forces they her'd on o're night Sing heome again Jocky c. Next Morne thay harnest themsels for a fight Sing heome agen heome agen c. 9. Thare D wes tha Mon that wad be sen â—â—oot Sing heome agen Jocky c. He feas't tham awhile then turn'd Ars's about Sing heome agen heome agen c. 10. Tha Men that ater this valent Scot went Sing heome agen Jocky c. Had ner foond him oout bet by a strong sent Sing heome agen heome agen O valâ—nt Jocky 11. Bet se tha reward ò that Cowardly Crue Sing heome agen Jocky c. Thare Countremon Ballatine sent 'em to Corfew Not home agen home agen O slavish Jocky The disloyal Timist 1. NOw our holy Wars are don Betwixt the Father and the Son And since we have by righteous fate Distrest a Monarch and his Mate And first their heirs fly into France To weep out their Inheritance Let 's set open all our Packs Which contain ten thousand wracks Cast on
Monster Did strait beget a Rout This Rout begat a Parliament As Charles he well remembers The Parliament got Monsters too The which begot Five Members The Members Five did then beget Most of the House of Peers The Peers mis-understandings got All Jealousies and Fears The Jealousies got Horse and Men Lest Warrs should have abounded And I dare say this Horse got Pym And he begot a Round-head The Round-head got a Citizen That great Tax-bearing Mule The Mule begot a Parliament Asse And he begot a Fool Some say the Fool got Warwick And Rich gave him his whole Land In zeal Lord Rich got God knows who And God knows who got H This H Surplices got down And those Church Rites that were He hath Petitions enough each day No need of the Lords Prayer But it 's no wonder that 's cry'd down And that indeed the rather Cause Pym and he two Bastards are And dare not say Our Father Now since this is the chiefest thing Hath got this great division Which London for to reconcile Hath got this great Munition The City hath now been refin'd From all her Drosse and Pelf They 're now about for to new mold And Coyn the Common-wealth To those who desire no Peace SHould all those various Gales whose titles are layn Enrol'd within the Pilots Register Break from their drowsie Dens where they have Bound up in slumbers and invade the Main They could not raise a storm like that which they Raise in the Common-wealth who would betray Our Peace to Civil War in which the State Must bleed it self to death and have the fate After its stock of life is spent to lye Buried i' th Rubbish of an Anarchy Should Ravens Bats and the shrill Owl conspire To twist their Notes into a General Quire And chuse the Mandrake for the Chaunter they Could not shrill forth such an ill-boding lay Or strains so Jarring as do those whose throats Warble the clamorous and untunefull Notes Of Blood and Death some whirle-wind Sirs has ta'en Its Lodging up in the Fanatick brain Of these bold sons of tumult I dare say They moulded were of some distemper'd Clay Which from its Centre was by Earth-quake torn A Tempest shook the world when they were born Sure from its Sphere the Element of Fire Is dropt and does their bosomes now inspire The flame lockt up in bold Ravillacks urne Is snatcht from thence and in their hearts does burn Night open thy black wombe and let out all Thy dreadfull furies yet these furies shall Not chill my heart with any fear since day Has furies shewn blacker by far then they Let Vaux now sleep untill the day of Doom Open his eyes forgotten in his Tomb Let none revile his dust his Name shall be Extirpated from every History To yield a room for others for 't is fit Their Names in place of his should now be writ Who think that no Religion can be good Unlesse 't be writ in Characters of Blood No marvail if the Rubrick then must be Blotted from out the Sacred Liturgie And those red Letters now no more be known They 'le have no other Rubrick but their own But shall they thus impetuously roule on And meet not any Malediction Yes sure may sleep that milde and gentle balme Which all unkind distempers does becalme Be unto them a torture may their Dreams Be all of Murders Rapes and such like Theams And when they 're spent may Wolves approach and howle To break their slumbers may the Bat and Owle Before their Gates to usher in the dayes Unwellcome light stretch out their direfull layes ' Mongst their disordered humors may there be A deadly Feud and fatal mutiny May sudden flames their houses melt away And Feavers burn their houses too of Clay May all their faculties and sences be Astonisht by some drousie Lethargie That there may be allow'd them only sence Enough to feel the pangs of Conscience Griping their souls that they who thought it sin To have peace without may have no peace within The French Report ME have of late been in England Vere me have seen much sport De raising of de Parliament Have quite pull'd down de Court De King and Queen dey seperate And rule in Ignorance Pray judge ye Gentlemen if dis Be a la mode de France A vise man dere is like a Ship Dat strikes upon de shelves Dey Prison all Behead and Whip All viser den demselves Dey send out men to fetch deyr King Who may come home perchance Oh fye fye fye it is be Gar Not a la mode de France Dey raise deyr Valiant Prentices To guard deyr Cause with Clubs Dey root deyr Bishops out of doors And Presh demselves in Tubs De Cobler and de Tinker too Dey will in time advance Pox take dem all it is Mort Dieu Not a la mode de France Instead of bowing to deyr King Dey vex him with Epistles Dey furnish all deyr Souldiers out With Bodkins Spoons and Whistles Dey bring deyr Gold and Silver in De Brownists to advance But if dey be cheat of it all ' Tiz a la mode de France But if when all deyr wealth is gone Dey turn unto deyr King Dey will make all amends again Den merrily we will sing VIVE LE ROY VIVE LE ROY Vee'le Sing Carouse and Dance De English men have done for t Bon And a la mode de France A Loyal Subjects Oath THis is my Oath for ever to despise With heart and soul and all my Faculties The Kings proud foes and with my life subdue All that to his Sacred Majesty are not true To execute his Precepts with my Blood So far as Conscience dictates it is good To make my body a Bullwark ' gainst his foes And to maintain his red and whitest Rose Venture Life and Living Sword and Muse Still to uphold the Glorious Flower-de-luce To be the same to Prince and Duke of York Or for a cursed Jew that eats no Pork Let me be Cursed and receive the Curse Hangs over Pym and Hotham and a worse I cannot wish he that denyes this Oath Let these and my Curse light upon them both Short and Sweet WIse men suffer good men grieve Knaves devise and Fools believe Help O Lord send ayd unto us Else Knaves and Fools will quite undoe us To the City of London TEll me Cittz what ye lack That the Knaves of the Pack Ye do not see forth comming Love ye Treason so well That ye neither buy nor sell But keep a noise with your Drumming What is 't that you guard With your double watch and ward Your own wares or your wises things If down come the Blades Then down go the Trades They 'll not leave a dead or a live thing What doth your profit say When shall we see the day That money shall be paid in Great Strafford he is dead Ye have cut off his bead And the Bishops all are laid in And yet you grow poor As any
Heaven he was so blest That he soon honour Got and all the rest Bringing all such to punishment endignant As were of my Contrived part Malignant O Tyburn Tyburn O thou sad Tryangle A vyler weight on thee nee'r yet did dangle See here I am at last with Hemp to mew To give thee what was long before thy due How could I bless thee could'st thee take away My Life and Infamy both in one day But this in Ballads will survive I know Sung to that preaching tune Fortune my Foe Then mark good Christian people and take heed Use not Religion for an upper weed Serve God sincerely touch not his Anointed And then your Necks shall never be disjoynted God bless the King the Queen and all the Children And pardon me all that I ' gainst them have ill done May one of that brave Race still rule this Nation And now I pray you sing the Lamentation The Passage of a Coach travelling to Dover THe Foundation of the Coach a Guilty Conscience The Axeltree Ambition and Cruelty The Wheels Fears and Jealousies The Reins too much liberty and licentiousness The six Horses five Members and K The Postillion Captain Venne The Coach-man Isaac Pennington Lord Maior In the two ends of the Coach sate Essex and B In the Boots sate Say and Seal and the silent Speaker On the hinder part of the Coach was written this Anagram Robert Devereux General Never duller Oxe greater Rebel After the Coach follows Straffords Ghost crying Drive on drive on Revenge revenge As this Coach was going through the City it was staid by a Court of Guard who cry'd Where 's our Mony where 's our Plate the Speaker said Ye have the Publick Faith for 't Whereupon they passed towards Gravesend where they stayed at the Sign of the Hope where was the Earl of Warwick with a Ship called the Carry-Knave The Five Members Thanks to the Parliament NOw tend your ear a while To a tale that I shall tell Of a lusty lively Parliament That goes on passing well Which makes our Gratious King a King Of so much worth and glory His like is not to be seen or found In any Humane Story Win him who knows how many Crowns With losse of two or three Within so short a time as this As Wonder is to see The Country eas'd the City pleas'd O what a World is this When upright men did stand at Helme How can we fail or miss And yet beyond all this the King Doth in abundance swim Gramercy K and Stroud say I Haslerigge H Hampden Pym. And when as our Church Government Was fallen into Disorders As that upon Grosse Popery It seemed somewhat to border So sweet a Course is taken now As no man need to fear For Bishops learn'd and Learned men Have nothing to do here But every one shall teach and preach As best beseems his Sense And so we 'll banish Popery And send it packing hence Now for that happy Church and State Drest up so fine and trym Gramercy K and Stroud say I Haslerigg H Hampden Pym. For Arbitrary Government Star-Chamber High Commission They will themselves do all that Work By their good Kings permission If any else presume to do 't They weigh it not a straw They 'll club such sawcy Fellows down As Beasts debarr'd of Law And let no Wights henceforth presume To hold it Rime or Reason That Judges shall determine what Is Felony or Treason But what the Worthies say is so Is Treason to award Albeit in Councel only spoke And at the Councel-board I 'le shew you yet another thing Which you 'll rejoyce to see The Prince and People know that these Men cannot Traytors be Then let our King our Church and State Acknowledge as is due The Benefits they do receive From this right Divine crue And for this Sea of Liberty Wherein we yet do swim Gramercy K and Stroud say I Haslerigg H Hampden Pym. Upon the Parliament Fart DOwn came Grave Antient Sir John Crooke And read his Messuage in a Book Very well quoth Will. Norris it is so But Mr. Pym's Tayle cry'd No. Fye quoth Alderman Atkins I like not this passage To have a Fart inter voluntary in the midst of a Message Then upstarts one fuller of Devotion Than Eloquence and said a very ill Motion Not so neither quoth Sir Henry Jenking The Motion was good but for the stinking Quoth Sir Henry Poole 't was an audacious trick To fart in the face of the Body Politick Sir Jerome in Folio swore by the Mass This Fart was enough to have blown a Glass Quoth then Sir Jerome the Lesser such an Abuse Was never offer'd in Poland nor Pruce Quoth Sir Richard Houghton a Justice i' th Quorum Would tak 't in snuff to have a Fart let before him If it would bear an Action quoth Sir Thomas Holecraft I would make of this Fart a Bolt or a Shaft Then qd Sir John Moor to his great Commendation I will speak to this House in my wonted fashion Now surely sayes he For as much as How be it This Fart to the Serjeant we must commit No quoth the Serjeant low bending his Knees Farts oft will break Prisons but never pay Fees Besides this Motion with small reason stands To charge me with that I can't keep in my hands Quoth Sir Walter Cope 't was so readily let I would it were sweet enough for my Cabinet Why then Sir Walter quoth Sir William Fleetwood Speak no more of it but bury it with Sweetwood Grave Senate quoth Duncombe upon my salvation This Fart stands in need of some great Reformation Quoth Mr. Cartwright upon my Conscience It would be reformed with a little Frankencense Quoth Sir Roger Aston it would much mend the matter If this Fart were shaven and washt in Rosewater Per verbum Principis how dare I tell it A Fart by hear-say and not see it nor smell it I am glad qd Sam Lewknor we have found a thing That no Tale-bearer can carry it the King Such a Fart as this was never seen Quoth the learned Council of the Queen Yes quoth Sir Hugh Breston the like hath been Let in a dance before the Queen Then said Mr. Peak I have a President in store His Father Farted last Sessions before A Bill must be drawn then quoth Sir John Bennet Or a selected Committee quickly to pen it Why quoth Dr. Crompton no man can draw This Fart within Compass of the Civil-Law Quoth Mr. Jones by the Law't may be done Being a Fart intayld from Father to Sonne In truth quoth Mr. Brooke this Speech was no lye This Fart was one of your Post-Nati Quoth Sir William Paddy a dare-assuram Though t were contra modestum 't is not prater naturam Besides by the Aphorismes of my art Had he not been deliver'd h 'ad been sick of a Fart Then quoth the Recorder the mouth of the City To have smother'd that Fart had been great pity It is much certain quoth Sir Humphrey
into a Blew-cap agen By a Redcoat that did still cry Rag And a red snowt a the Deel aw the Crag The English raised an Army streight With mickle state and we did wate to face them as well Then every valiant Musquet man put fire in pan And we began to lace them as well But before the Sparks were made a Cole They did every man pay for his Pole Then their bought Land we lent them agen Into Scotland we went with our men We were paid by all both Peasant and Prince But I think we have soundly paid for it since For our Silver is wasted Sir all And our Silks hang in Westminster Hall The Godly Presbyterian that holy man The War began with Bishop and King Where we like Waiters at a Feast But not the least of all the guest must dish up the thing We did take a Covenant to pull down The Cross the Crofier and the Crown VVith the Rochet the Bishop did bear And the Smock that his Chaplain did wear But now the Covenant's gone to wrack They say it looks like an old Almanack For Jockie is grown out of date And Jinny is thrown out of late I must confesse the holy firk did only work Upon our Kirk for silver and meat VVhich made us come with aw our broods Venter our bloods for aw your goods to pilfer cheat But we see what covetousness doth bring For we lost our selves when we sold our King And alack now and welly we cry Our backs mow and bellies must dye VVe fought for food and not vain-glory And so there 's an end of a Scotish mans Story I curse all your Silver and Gold Aw the worst tale that ever was told The Power of Money T Is not the silver nor gold for it self That makes men adore it but 't is for its power For no man does doat upon pelf because pelf But all Court the Lady in hope of her dower The wonders that now in our dayes we behold Done by the irresistable power of gold Our Zeal and our Love and Allegiance do hold This purchaseth Kingdoms Kings Scepters and Crowns Wins Battels and conquers the Conquerors bold Takes Bulwarks and Castles and Cities and Towns And our prime Laws are writ in letters of gold 'T is this that our Parliament calls and creates Turns Kings into Keepers and Kingdomes to States And peopledomes these into highdomes translates This made our black Synod to sit still so long To make themselves rich by making us poor This made our bold Army so daring and strong And made them turn them like Geese out of door 'T was this made our Covenant-makers to make it And this made our Priests for to make us to take it And this made both Makers and Takers forsake it 'T was this spawn'd the dunghill Crew of Committees and ' strators Who live by picking the Crockadile Parliaments gums This first made and then prospered the Rebells and Traytors And made Gentry of those that were the Nations scums This Herald gives Armes not for merit but store And gives Coats to those that did sell Coats before If their pockets be but lin'd well with argent and ore This plots can devise and discover what they are This makes the great Fellons the lesser condemn This sets those on the Bench that should stand at the Bar Who Judge such as by right ought to Execute them Gives the boysterous Clown his unsufferable pride Makes Beggars and Fools and Usurpers to ride Whiles ruin'd Propriators run by their side Stamp either the Armes of the State or the King St. George or the Breeches C. R. or O. P. The Cross or the Fiddle 't is all the same thing This still is the Queen whosoe'er the King be This lines our Religion builds Doctrine Truth With Zeal and the Spirit the factious endueth To club with St. Katharine or sweet Sister Ruth 'T is money makes Lawyers give Judgement or plead On this side or that side on both sides or neither This makes young men Clerks that can scarce write or read And spawns arbitrary Orders as various as the weather This makes your blew Lecturers pray preach and prate Without reason or sence against Church King or State To shew the thin lining of his twice-covered pate 'T is money makes Earls Lords Knights and Esquires Without breeding descent wit learning or merit This makes Ropers and Ale-drapers Sheriffs of Shires Whose trade is not so low nor so base as their spirit This Justices makes and wise ones we know Furr'd Aldermen too and Mayors also This makes the old Wise trot and makes the Mare to go This makes your blew aprons Right Worshipfull And for this we stand bare and before them do fall They leave their young heirs well fleeced with wooll Whom we must call Squires and then they pay all Who with beggarly souls though their bodies be gawdy Court the pale Chamber-maid and nick-name her a Lady And for want of good wit they do swear and talk bawdy This Mariages makes 't is a Center of love It draws on the man it pricks up the woman Birth virtue and parts no affection can move Whilst this makes a Lord stoop to the Brat of a Broom-man This gives virtue and beauty to the Lasses that you wooe Makes women of all sorts and ages to do 'T is the soul of the world and the worldling too This procures us whores hawks hounds hares 'T is this keeps your Groom and your Groom keeps your Gelding This built Citizens Wives as well as wares And this makes your coy Lady so coming and yielding This buys us good Sack which revives like the spring 'T is this your Poetical fancies do bring And this makes you as merry as we that do sing Contentment WHat though the ill times do run crosse to our will And Fortune still frown upon us Our hearts are our own and shall be so still A fig for the plagues they lay on us Let us take t'other cup to chear our hearts up And let it be purest Canary We 'll ne'er shrink nor care at the Crosses we bear Let them plague us untill they be weary What though we are made both Beggars and Slaves Let 's endure it and stoutly drink on 't 'T is our comfort we suffer ' cause we wont be Knaves Redemption will come e're we think on 't We must flatter and fear those that over us are And make them believe that we love them When their Tyranny is past we can serve them at last As they have serv'd those have been above them Let the Levites go preach for the Goose or the Pig To drink Wine at Christmas or Easter The Doctor may labour our lives to new trig And make Nature fast while we feast her The Lawyer may bawl out his Lungs and his Gall For Plaintiff and for Defendant At his Book the Scholar lye while with Plato he dye With an ugly hard word at the end on 't Then here 's to
blackt Is one Cornelius Holland Who but for the Kings house lackt Wherewith to appease his Colon. The case is well amended Since that time as I think When at Court gate he tended With a little stick and a short link Sing hi ho Cornelius Your zeal cannot delude us The reason pray now tell us Why thus you plaid the Judas Sing hi ho c. At first he was a Grocer Who now we Major call Although you would think no sir If you saw him in White-hall Where he has great command And looks for cap in hand And if our eggs be not addle Shall be of the next new Moddle Sing hi ho Mr. Saloway The Lord in Heaven doth know When that from Heaven you shall away Where to the Devil you 'll go Sing hi ho c. Little Hill since set in the House Is to a Mountain grown Nor that which brought forth the Mouse But thousands the year of his own The purchase that I mean Where else but at Taunton Dean Five thousand pound per annum A sum not known to his Granam Sing hi the Good Old Cause 'T is old although not true You have got more by that then the Laws So a Good Old Cause to you Sing hi ho c. Master Cecil pray come behind Because on your own accord The other House you declin'd You shall be no longer a Lord. The reason as I guesse You silently did confesse Such Lords deserved ill The other House to fill Sing hi ho Mr. Cecil Your honour now is gone Such Lords are not worth a whistle We made better Lords of our own Sing hi ho c. Luke Robinson shall go before ye That snarling Northern tike Be sure he 'll not adore ye For honour he doth not like He cannot honour inherit And he knows he can never merit And therefore he cannot bear it That any one else should wear it Sing hi ho envious lown You 're of the Beagles kind Who alwayes barked at the Moon Because in the dark it shin'd Sing hi ho c. 'T is this that vengeance rouses That while you make long prayers You eat up widdows houses And drank the Orphans tears Long time you kept a great noise Of God and the Good Old Cause But if God to you be so kind Then I am of the Indians mind Sing hi ho Sir Harry We see by your demeanor If longer here you tarry You 'll be Sir Harry Vane Senior Sing hi ho c. Now if your zeal do warm ye Pray loud for fairer weather Swear to live and die with the Army For these Birds are flown together The House is turned out a door And I think it was no sin too If we take them there any more We 'll throw the House out of the window Bing hi ho Tom Scot You lent the Devil your hand I wonder he helpt you not But suffer'd you to be trapand Sing hi ho c. They 're once again conduced And we freed from the evil To which we long were used God bless us next from the Devil If they had not been outed The Army had been routed And then this rotten Rump Had sat untill the last trump â—ut hi ho Lambert 's here The Protectors Instrument bore And many there be that swear His Lady had done it before Sing hi ho c. Come here then honest Peters Say Grace for the second course So long as these your betters Must patience have upon force Long time ye kept a great noise With God and the Good Old Cause But if God own such as these Then where 's the Devils fees Sing hi ho Hugo I hear thou art not dead Where now to the Devil will you go Your Patrons being fled Sing hi ho my hony My heart shall never rue Four and twenty now for a penny And into the bargain HUGH A City Ballad To the Tune of Down in a Bottom 1 SInce the Realm lost its head All our trading is dead And our Money and Credit is flown We have try'd many new But find it too true That no Head fits so well as our own 2. The Drum and the Trump Devour'd all to the Rump And then they drank healths for that But that yielding no grease They next came to squeeze The City because it was fat 3. The City declar'd That they were afeard And they their Militia would settle But except the Boyes They made only a noyse Their Votes were in dock out nettle 4. The Mayor and his Peers Durst not for their ears Assert the Militia's power Though once he seem'd for it He does now abhor it And Revolted in lesse then an hour 5. 'T is that cursed wedge That took off his edge For he looks like a jolly Clubber If he had but the life And spirit of his Wife He would not lye still like a Lubber 6. Our pair of new Sheriffs Hang by them like sleeves Their valour will ne're be their sin So they be high and rich They do not care which Side looses if they may but win 7. That Earwigg that doth write Himself Lord and Knight And is one as much as the other Doth so still undermine That he spoyles our design By the help of old Besse his Brother 8. He cares not a pin So as he may get in Who ere he keep out of his right He 'll turn and return But be hang'd ere he 'll burn For he dares neither suffer nor fight 9. His Ambition him thrust Into a Pageant at first And up to the Pulpit next And then into the Chair Of our City Lord Mayor Which he better improv'd then his Text. 10. O there did he squeeze Out the Fines and the Fees Nor the Church nor the Laity ' scapes Had he staid another Year At which he did lear He had prest us like Canaans Grapes 11. There 's just such another May well be call'd Brother A Collonel stout and a Knight And an Alderman too As now Aldermen go That will neither take wrong nor do right 12. We ne're yet did know That he durst meet a foe And his pale colour speaks him afraid Yet in story we read He did one valiant deed Which was to his Masters Maid 13. Then to get an Estate He found out a Mate Which was an old Vsurers Daughter Supplanted the Son And then he begun To be Wealthy and Worshipfull after 14. There are more besides him Stands for the back Limb A crue of such Harlotry tools That who 's not more blind Then Fortune may find That he raises some besides Fools 15 Some are wary grave Sirs In their Chains and their Furs That dare not declare their opinion If hang'd they were all One tear would not fall Without the help of an Onion 16. There 's one kin to a Miter That 's no Presbyter But loyal and honest and free Had we took down the Mayor And plac'd him in the Chair Up some body had gone and we 17. There 's another a Wit Was for all he could get
up almost of the Pox That stunk more like Carrion than ever did Fox Or that which was rosted of late at the stocks Which c. 7. A Rump that the People did hate scorn and curse As a Devil incarnate or of something that 's worse Of Schism and Rebellion both Mother and Nurse Which c. 8. The Othodox Clerâ—y was forc'd for to fly They were plundred and sequestred without reason why But only because they would not comply Which c. 9. Then as guilty of Popery the Common-prayer-book was damn'd And with all kind of News-books the Churches were cram'd Venting lyes non-sence blasphemy and what 's not to be nam'd Which c 10. Then the Antient Order of Bishops went down Which in the Church Christian was ever of Renown The Proverb proves true No Miter No Crown Which c. 11. In whose stead we planted Elders and Presbyters Which impowr'd brake Princes and People in fitters And with their Classes and Asses them all to besquitters Which c. 12. They call'd then a Synod which scarce could agree I' th' space of three years whether there be a TRINIâ—Y From such pur-pure-blind Levites God bless you and me Which c. 13. That Assembly was just like the Members that chose it Without Learning and Honesty all the World knows it Fit Jakes-farmers for the Rump they could twang and nose it 14. They combin'd with the Scots to bring in a Directory Tending neither to our Good nor yet to Gods Glory 'T is a shame that Tom Fuller should name 't in Church-story Which c. 15. For whereas a Christian should be taught how to pray And both rightly to believe and humbly to obey Nor Lords prayer nor Creed nor Decalogue have they Which c. 16. Then curse ye Meroz in each Pulpit did thunder To perplex the poor people and keep them in wonder Till all the Reins of Government were broken quite asunder Which c. 17. Then St. Pauls the Mother-Church of this City and Nation Was turn'd to a Stable O strange Profanation Yet this was one of their best fruits of Reformation 18. Of all that is Christan they make no great matter So they may but gather they care not who scatter Their Tryers would approve none but such as bribe and flatter Which c. 19. Instead of an Vse of Divine Consolation These Hypocrites publisht a late Exhortation To trepan and beggar this City and Nation Which c. 20. If they be establishâ— bid England farewell And rather than dwell here i' th' Suburbs of Hell Choose Turkey or Tartary or any where to dwell Which c. 21. This form will ne're suit with the English Complection Which is free and too Heroick to yield base Subjection Or to take from a Pope in each Parish correction Which c. 22. Who ever did Lord it like these self-seeking Elves Which have forc'd us on covenants vows oaths and other shelves That should warn us for the future to look to our selves VVhich c. 23. All sober men know that 't is a mischievous fate A Kingdom to turn into a popular State And Episcopy into a Presbyterate VVhich c. 24. Yet the Parliament set 〈◊〉 the pure Members five Both of Church and â—ngdom the downfall to contrive That by the Ruines oâ— our Sion this their Babel might thrive VVhich c. 25. The Presbyters 3. years were long since expir'd And yet as if they had not our patience quite tir'd To spur-gall us still afresh they have conspir'd VVhich c. 26. Then why so many Bonfires of late in this City Why such ringing of Bells and rejoycing 'T is pity That ye should be so gull'd by the Rump that does out-wit ye Which c. 27. For the House is like Hydra if one head ye kill Another starts up another full as ill So though one Rump is gone yet another fits still Which c. 28. They have altered the scean the people to please Because in commotions they must them appease We have thus chang'd our bed but not our disease VVhich c. 29. Their shifting and shuffling is but to decoy us While Spiders do spin their Cobwebs annoy us If the House ben't swept clean ere long they 'l destroy us Which c. 30. If they mean as they talk of a Parliament free How comes it that such Qualifications we see That no one known Royalist can chosen be Which c. 31. The best things corrupted do ever prove worst Then that the next Parliament make amends for the first Let 's choose no more Zealots leâ—t in pieces we burst Which c. 32. For when as the Schismaticks i' th' House do prevail Then the head and all the Members are led by the tail So that all parts in doing their duty needs must fail Which c. 33. Let the Militia be setled e're you part with your Money Else you 'l find them gall and wormwood whom you took for honey And the Souldiers will insult 'ore as soon as they 've undone ye VVhich c. 34. 'T is believed the 3. Generals Fairfax VValler and Brown Are sorry now for what they once helpt to pull down And 't is hopt they 'l redeem it by deeds of Renown Which c. 35. We are sensible now that there is no one thing Can full satisfaction to all Interests bring But onely Charles the second our known lawfull King Which c. 36. Let 's dally no longer but like Britains let 's stand For GOD and KING CHARLES and the Laws of the Land Let 's up and be doing let 's do 't out of hand Which no body can deny Saint George for England To the Tune of Cook Laurell THe VVestminster Rump hath been little at ease Of which you have heard enough one would think And therefore wee 'l lay it aside if you please For the more we do stir in 't the more it will stink These County resolves for a Parliament freâ— Makes the Rump smell worse than it did of late For now it runs down their heels you may see You may call them our Privy-Members of State But why should this Rump deal so roughly with Kent When England was conquer'd they were scot-free Must they for declaring of all men be shent But long-tail and bob-tail can never agree 'T is much disputed who Antichrist is I think 't is the Rump nor am I in jest For indeed although of the number it miss Of this I am sure 'thas the mark of the Beast I cannot believe that our General Monck Intends to protect it hee 's not such a Fool For if he were rightly inform'd how it stunk He never would joyn with such Grooms of the Stool Though 't be not whole Antichrist 't is the worst part By it both the Pope and the Turk are out-done If it be not the head nor the feet nor the heart 'T is the Rump of the VVhore of Babylon So pocky so stinking so cheating to boot That he