Soveraign to be their Slave Desiring him that he would be Betray'd to them most loyally For it were Meeknesse sure in him To be a Vice-Roy unto Pym And if he would a while lay down His Scepter Majestie and Crown He should be made for time to come The greatest Prince in Christendom Charles at this time not having need Thank'd them as much as if he did This is the happy wish'd event Of Privilege of Parliament Pym that ador'd Publicola Who play'd the base Who got a Lust to sacrifice The HeroeÌ„ to the Peoples Eyes Whose back-from-Hell-fetch'd-knaverie By some is nick-nam'd policie Would be a Lyon with a pox When at the best hee 's but a Fox And just like him that set on fire The hallowed Ephesian Spire Hath purchas'd to be largely known In that he is an Addage grown All this to honest John is lent By Privilege of Parliament The Valiant House was not afeard To pull our Aaron by the Beard To hide dark deeds from Gazers sights Strove to blow out the Churches Lights That squares might run round as their head They long to have the Rochet sped They Vote down Universities Lest men from thence become too wise And their benighted deeds display Whose works of darknesse hate the day Hence they prefer in every Town The Petticoat before the Gown These blessings to the Land are sent By Privilege of Parliament They put forth Orders Declarations Unacted Laws and Protestations Oâ— which all can be said is this The whole is one Parenthesis Because the sence without all doubt Were ne're the lesse were all left out Petitions none must be presented But what are by themselves invented Else they not heal but Cicatrize And from the cure a Scar doth rise Though Holy Cut the fault commit Yet â—ong tail must be paid for it Unto this wound was laid a Tent By Privilege of Parliament They paid the Scottish debt and thus To be more honest they rob'd us They feed the poor with what think ye Why sure with large Calamity And once a month they think it fitting To fast from sin because from sitting They would have winde and storms supprest To drive the Hallcyon from her Nest Charles is a Picture they make bold To use the Scepter he should hold They'd pull down one but give as good A Golden Crown made up of Wood And thus is Justice justly rent By Privilege of Parliament The Call Hoe Yes IF there be any Traytor Viper or Wigeon That will fight against God for the true Religion That to maintain the Parliaments Votes Of all true Subjects will cut the throats That for the King and his Countries good Will consume all the Land with Fire and Blood I say If any such Traytor Viper Mutineer be born Let him repair to the Lord with the double gilt Horn. Englands Woe I Mean to speak of Englands sad fate To help in mean time the King and his Mate That 's ruled by an Antipodian State Which no body can deny But had these seditious times been when We had the life of wise Poet Ben Parsons had never been Parliament men Which no body can deny Had Statesmen read the Bible throughout And not gone by the Bible so round about They would have ruled themselves without doubt Which no body can deny But Puritans now bear all the sway They 'll have no Bishops as most men say But God send them better another day Which no body can deny Zealous P has threatned a great downfall To cut off long locks that is bushy and small But I hope he will not take ears and all Which no body can deny P Burton sayes women that 's lewd and loose Shall wear no stallion locks for a bush They 'll only have private boyes for their use Which no body can deny They 'll not allow what pride it brings Nor favours in hats nor no such things They 'll convert all ribbands to Bible strings Which no body can deny God blesse our King and Parliament And send he may make such K repent That breed our Land such discontent Which no body can deny And blesse our Queen and Prince also And all true Subjects both high and low The Brownings can pray for themselves you know Which no body can deny Upon Ambition Occasioned by the Accusation of the Earl of STRAFFORD in the year 1640. HOw uncertain is the State Of that greatnesse we adore When Ambitiously we sore And have ta'en the glorious height 'T is but Ruine gilded o're To enslave us to our fate Whose false Delight is easier got then kept Content ne'er on its gaudy Pillow slept Then how fondly do we try With such superstitious care To build Fabricks in the Ayr Or seek safety in that sky Where no Stars but Meteors are That portend a ruine nigh And having reacht the object of our ayme We find it but a Pyramid of flame The Argument WHen the unfetter'd Subjects of the Seas The Rivers found their silver feet at ease No sooner summon'd but they swiâ—tly went To meet the Ocean at a Parliament Did not the petty Fountains say their King The Ocean was no Ocean but a Spring As now some do the Power of Kings dispute And think it lesse ' cause more is added to 't Pale Ignorance can the excesse of store Make him seem poorer then he was before The Stars the Heavens inferiour Courtiers may Govern Nights Darknesse but not rule the Day Where the Sun Lords it should they all Combine With Lucia in her brightest dresse to shine Their light 's but faint Nor can he be subdu'd Although but one and they a Multitude Say Subjects are you Stars be it allow'd You justly of your numbers may be proud But to the Sun inferiour for know this Your Light is borrow'd not your Own but His And as all streams into the Ocean run You ought to pay your Contribution Then do not such Ingratitude oppresse To make him low that could have made you lesse The Character of a Roundhead 1641. WHat Creature 's this with his short hairs His little band and huge long ears That this new faith hath founded The Puritans were never such The Sanits themselves had ne'er so much Oh such a knave 's a Rounded What 's he that doth the Bishops hate And count their Calling reprobate Cause by the Pope propounded And saies a zealous Cobler's better Then he that studieth every letter Oh such a knave 's a Roundhead What 's he that doth high Treason say As often as his yea and nay And wish the King confounded And dare maintain that Master Pym Is fitter for the Crown then him Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that if he chance to hear A piece of London's Common-Prayer Doth think his Conscience wounded And goes five miles to preach and pray And lyes with 's Sister by the way Oh such a rogue 's a Roundhead What 's he that met a holy Sister And in an Hay-cock gently kist her Oh! then
Times increase I gather There 's a time to hold ones peace The Commoners 1 COme your wayes Bonny Boyes Of the Town For now is the time or never Shall your fears Or your cares Cast you down Hang your wealth And your health Get renown We all are undone for ever Now the King and the Crown Are tumbling down And the Realm doth groan with disasters And the scum of the land Are the men that command And our Slaves are become our Masters 2 Now our lives Children wives And Estate Are a prey to the lust and plunder To the rage Of our age And the fate Of our land Is at hand 'T is too late To tread these Vsurpers under First down goes the Crown Then follows the Gown Thus levell'd are we by the Roundhead While Church and State must Feed their Pride and their Lust And the Kingdom and King confounded 3 Shall we still Suffer ill And be dumb And let every Varlet undo us Shall we doubt Of each Lowt That doth come With a voice Like the noise Of a Drum And a Sword or a Buff-coat to us Shall we lose our estates By plunder and rates To bedeck those proud upstarts that swagger Rather fight for your meat Which these Locusts do eat Now every man 's a beggar The Scots Curanto 1. COme come away to the English wars A fig for our Hills and Valleys 'T was we did begin and will lengthen their jarrs We 'l gain by their loss and folleys Let the Nations By invasions Break through our barrs They can get little good by their salleys 2. Though Irish and English entred be The State is becomâ— our Debtor Let them have our Land if their own may be free And the Scot will at length be a getter If they crave it Let them have it What care we We would fain change our Land for a better 3. Long have we longed for the English Land But we are hindred still by disasters But now is their time when they can't withstand But are their own Countries wasters If we venter We may enter By command And at last we shall grow to be Masters 4. When at first we began to rebell Though they did not before regard us How the name of a Scot did the English quell Which formerly have out-dar'd us For our comming And returning They paid us well And royally did reward us 5. The better to bring our ends about We must plead for a Reformation And tickle the minds of the giddy-brain'd rout With the hopes of an innovation They will love us And approve us Without doubt If we bring in an alteration 6. Down with the Bishops and their train The Surplice and Common Prayers Then will we not have a King remain But we 'l be the Realms surveyers So by little And a little We shall gain All the Kingdom without gain-sayers 7. And when at the last we have conquer'd the King And beaten away the Cavaleers The Parliament next must the same ditty sing And thus we will set the State by the ears By their jarring And their warring We will bring Their Estates to be ours which they think to be theirs 8. And thus when among us the Kingdom is shar'd And the People are all made Beggars like we A Scot will be as good as an English Leard O! what a unity this will be As we gain it We 'l retain it By the sweard And the English shall say bonny blew-cap for me An Answer to a Letter from Sir John Mennis wherein he jeers him for falling so quickly to the use of the Directory FRiend thou doest lash me with a story A long one too of Directory When thou alone deserves the Birch That brought'st the bondage on the Church Didst thou not treat for Bristol City And yield it up the more 's the pity And saw'st thou not how right or wrong The Common-prayer-book went along Did'st thou not scourse as if enchanted For Articles Sir Thomas granted And barteâ— as an Author saith The Articles o th' Christian Faith And now the Directory jostles Christ out o th' Church and his Apostles And tears down the Communion rayles That men may take it on their tayles Imagine Friend Bochus the King Engraven on Sylla's Signet ring Delivering up into his hands Fugurth and with him all his Lands Whom Sylla took and sent to Rome There to abide the Senates doom In the same posture I suppose John standing in 's Doublet and Hose Delivering up amidst the throng The Common-prayer and Wisedoms song To hands of Fairfax to be sent A Sacrifice to the Parliament Thou little thought'st what Jear began Wrapt in that Treaty Busie John There lurk'd the Fire that turn'd to Cinder The Church her Ornaments to Tinder There bound up in that Treaty lyes The fate of all our Christmass-pyes Our Holydaies there went to wrack Our Wakes were laid upon their back Our Gossips spoons away were lurcht Our Feasts and Fees for Women churcht All this and more ascribe we might To Thee at Bristol wretched Knight Yet thou upbraid'st and rayld'st in rime On me for that which was thy Crime So froward Children in the Sun Amidst their sports some shrew'd turn done The faulty Youth begins to prate And layes it on his harmlesse Mate Dated From Nympton where the Cider smiles And James has horse as lame as Giles The fourth of May and dost thou hear 'T is as I take the 8th year Since Portugal by Duke Braganza Was cut from Spain without a Hand-saw I. S. The Kings Disguise ANd why a Tenant to this vile disguise Which who but sees blasphemes thee with his eyes My twins of light within their penthouse shrink And hold it their Allegiance now to wink Oh! for a state-distinction to arraign Charles of High Treason ' gainst my Soveraign What an usurper to his Prince is wont Cloyster and shave him he himself hath don 't His muffled feature speaks him a recluse His ruines prove him a religious house The Sun hath mew'd his beams from off his lamp And Majesty defac'd the Royal stamp It 's not enough thy Dignitie 's in thrall But thou 'lt transmute it in thy shape and all As if thy blacks were of too faint a dye Without the tincture of Tautology Flay an Aegyptian for his Cassocks skin Spun of his Countries darknesse line't within With Presbyterian budge that drowsie tâ—ance The Synod-sable foggy ignorance Nor bodily nor ghostly Negro could Rough-cast thy figure in a sadder mould This Privy-Chamber of thy shape would be But the close-mourner of thy Royalty T will break the circle of thy Jaylors spell A Pearle within a rugged Oyster shell Heaven which the Minster of thy Person owns Will fine thee for Dilapidations Like to the martyr'd Abbeys courser doom Devoutly alter'd to a Pidgeon-room Or like the colledge by the changeling rabble M Elves transform'd into a sâ—able Or if there be a propâ—anation higher Such is the Sacriledge of thine attire By which th' art half depos'd
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
Beggars use To maim themselves thereby to abuse The simple mans compassion Have I so often past between Windsor and VVestminster unseen And did my self divide To keep his Excellence in awe And give the Parliament the Law For they knew none beside Did I for these take pains to teach Our zealous Ignorants to preach And did their Lungs inspire Read them their Text shew'd them their Parts And taught them all their little Arts To fling abroad the Fire Sometimes to begg sometimes to threaten And say the Cavaliers are beaten And stroke the Peoples ears Then streight when Victory grows cheap And will no more advance the heap To raise the price of Fears And now the Book and now the Bells And now the Act the Preachers tells To edifie the People All our Divinity is News And we have made of equal use The Pulpit and the Steeple And shall we kindle all this Flame Onely to put it out again And must we now give o're And only end where we begun In vain this Mischief we have done If we can do no more If men in Peace can have their right Where 's the Necessity to fight That breaks both Law the Oath They 'le say they fight not for the Cause Nor to defend the King and Laws But as against them both Either the Cause at first was ill Or being good it was so still And thence they will infer That either now or at the first They were deceiv'd or which is worse That we our selves may erre But Plague and Famine will come in For they and we are near of kin And cannot go asunder But while the wicked starve indeed The Saints have ready at their need Gods Providence and Plunder Princes we are if we prevail And Gallant Villains if we fail When to our fame 't is told It will not be our last of prayse Sin' a New State we could not raise To have destroy'd the old Then let us stay and fight and vote Till London is not worth a Groat Oh 't is a patient Beast When we have gall'd and tyr'd the Mule And can no longer have the rule We 'le have the Spoyle at least A Song To the Tune of The Queens old Souldier TO make Charles a great King and give him no Power To Honour him much and not obey him an Hower To provide for his Safety and take away his Tower And to prove all is sweet be it never so sower The new Order of the Land the Lands new Order To secure men their Lives Liberties and Estates By arbitrary Power as it pleaseth the Fates To take away Taxes by imposing great Rates And to make us a Playster by breaking our Pates The new Order of the Land the Lands new Order To sit and consult for ever and a day To counterfeit Treason by a Parliamentary way To quiet the Land by a tumultuous sway New Plots to devise then them to betray The new Order c. To leave all Votes free by using of Force That one make Petitions for Countieâ— by course To make Pym as great as his Mothers great Horse Which William left Agnus though his meaning was worse The new Order c. To encourage good Souldiers by cashiering the Band To hearten brave Spirits by expelling the Land To quit Digby and Deering whom they can't understand To frame not new Laws but new Words if well scan'd The new Order c. To put by brave Doctors because th' are not taught To set for Preachers men very well wrought Who all the day fish but nothing ere caught This Bretheren were good if not very naught The new Order c. To send them their Zealots to Heaven in a string Who else to Confusion Religion will bring Who say the Lords Prayer is a Popish thing Who pray for themselves but leave out their King The new Order of the Land and the Lands new Order A Song To the Tune of Cuckolds all a-row KNow this my Brethren Heaven is clear And all the clowds are gone The righteous men shall flourish now Good dayes are comming on Come then my Brethren and be glad And eke rejoyce with me Lawn sleeves and Rocâ—ets shall go down And hey then up go we Wee 'l break the Windows which the Whore Of Babylon hath painted And when the Popish Saints are down Then Burges shall be Sainted There 's neither Crosse nor Crucifix shall stand for men to see Romes trash and trumpery shall go down And hey then up go we What ere the Popish hands have built Our Hammers shall undoe Wee 'l break their Pipes and burn their Copes And pull down Churches too Wee 'l exercise within the Groves And teach beneath a Tree Wee 'l make a Pulpit of a Cask And hey then up go we Wee 'l down with all the Versities Where Learning is profest Because they practice and maintain The language of the Beast Wee 'l drive the Doctors out of doors And parts what ere they be Wee 'l cry all Arts and Learning down And hey then up go we Wee 'l down with Deans and Prebends too And I rejoyce to tell ye How that we will eat Pigs our fill And Capon by the belly Wee 'l burn the Fathers Learned Books And make the School-men flee Wee 'l down with all that smells of wit And hey then up go we If once the Antichristian crew Be crush'd and overthrown Wee 'l teach the Nobles how to stoop And keep the Gentry down Good manners have an ill report And turns to pride we see Wee 'l therefore cry good manners down And hey then up go we The name of Lords shall be abhorr'd for every man 's a Brother No reason why in Church and State One man should rule another But when the Change of Government Shall set our fingers free Wee 'l make the wanton Sisters stoop And hey then up go we What though the King and Parliament Do not accord together We have more cause to be content This is our Sun-shine weather For if that reason should take place And they should once agree Who would be in a Round-heads case And hey then up go we What should we do then in this case Let 's put it to a venture If that we hold out seven years space Wee 'l sue out our indenture A time may come to make us rue And time may set us free Except the Gallows claim his due And hey then up go we The Humble Petition of the House of Commons IF Charles thou wilt but be so kind To give us leave to take our mind Of all thy store When we thy Loyal Subjects find Th' ast nothing left to give behind Wee 'l ask no more First for Religion it is meet We make it go upon new feet 'T was lame before One from Geneva would be sweet Let Warwick fetch 't home with his Fleet Wee 'll ask no more Let us a Consultation call Of Honest men but Round-heads all God knows wherefore Allow them but a place
Love-verse give me your Prose I wish each Verse to make delay Had turn'd lame Scazon by the way I read a Hell in every line Of your Polluted Fescennine Your Verses stunk to keep 'em sweet You should have put Socks on their Feet And that the Answer which I shall Now write may be Methodicall I 'le briefly make 't is not amiss An Anacephalaeosis And first I look'd for Nestor when Mere Cupid trickl'd from your Pen Who was your Father you make proof By your Colt's tooth though not your hoof She that was great with you you hold Did not lye in but was with fole'd I wonder one so old so grave Should yet such Youth such Lightnesse have Of the Five Members you alone Shall be esteem'd the Privy One Who like the Gnosticks preach your Text Increase and Multiply and next Convincing Doctrines you deduce Put out the Lights and make Use You say I am a Maid exceeding Apt to be taught by you good breeding But where there 's breeding it is said There 's none unlesse a broken Maid Turn Papist Stallion they 'le dispence With Whoredom by an Indulgence Turn Fryer that thou mayst be free At once with a whole Nunnery There 't will be vertue to ride on The Purple Whore of Babylon Thou mayst as soon turn Turk as King And that O that 's the tempting thing That thou mayst glut thy Appetite With a Seraglio of Delight I am no Proserpine that thus I should desire an Incubus But you must vote if Me you 'le win No Fornication to be Sin You say the House takes it not well The King ' gainst Rebells should Rebell And that 's the reason why you stand To be Dictator of the Land Which mov'd me to a mighty toyle Of getting Vardygrease and Oyle ' Cause such Itch-Med'cine is a thing That 's fittest to anoint you King You say youl 'd undertake and do Wonders would I undergo you For my sake you would Cobler play Your Trade should be to underlay For Me you 'd your chiefest blood Pray spend it on the Sisterhood You wish to dye in those great Fights Of Venus where each Wound delights And should I once to Heaven take wing Youl 'd follow me though in a string Thank you good Sir it is our Will You your last Promise doe fulfill There 's nothing spoke that pleaseth us Like your In funes Cedulus Next come those idle Twittle-twats Which calls me many God-knows-whats As hallowed beautifull and faire Supple and kind and Debonaire You talk of Women that did wooe When I am mad I 'le do so too Then that my Father may not spye The coupling of you and I He shall be guiltlesly detected As a true Subject ill-affected And so the Protestant shall lye In Goal for fear of Popery From hence it is that every Town Almost is now a Prison grown Where Loyalty lies fetter'd then You do commit more sins then men But those your words I have thought best Should punisht be by being prest And that this Body Politick May then be well which now lyes sick May the Greek Î that fatal Tree This Spring bear all such fruit as thee The Penitent Traytor The Humble Petition of a Devonshire Gentleman who was Condemned for TREASON and Executed for the same An. 1641. To the Tune of Fortune my Foe c. ATtend good Christian People to my story A sadder yet was never brought before ye Let each man learn here like a good Disciple To shun foul Treason and the tree that 's Triple Long time I liv'd in the Country next to Cornwall And there my Children were both breed and born all Great was my Credit as my debts did speak And now I 'le shew you why my neck must break There being a Parliament called in September I was for th' Commons an Elected Member And though there were besides above four hundred Yet I at last was for the fifth part numbred For first I joyn'd with some whom Piety Made Knaves lest such their Fathers prov'd should be Their Ignorance to sin enjoyned many Voyces Which made bad Speeches but Excellent Noyses Thus by my faction the whole House was sway'd All sorts of people flockt to me for Ayd They brought me Gold and Plate in Huggar Muggar Besides eight hundred pounds worth in Loaf-sugar What e're the Grievance was I did advise They should Petitions bring in Humble wise Which I did frame my self thus did rook them They paid me when I gave and when I took them By this I gained and by the Money-Pole Which paid my debts 10000 pounds i' th whole My Childrens Portions too with much content I paid in State by Acts of Parliament Thus though I make all Jesuits fly the Nation My self did practise much Equivocation For oft I Vow'd the Common-wealth as honey Was sweet to me but I by wealth meant money And lest my Plots should after be unmasked And how I got such Wealth chance to be asked I cast about how I might gain such power As might from Justice safely me secure Then first I labour'd to divest the Crown Of all Prerogatives and bring them down First to both Houses and then but one should have them Five Members next and last my self would have them Because I knew the State would not admit Such Change unlesse the Church did Usher it I left the old Religion for advantage Endeavouring to set up one that did want age Which when all Learned Levites did withstand Regarding Gods Word more then my command I such supprest and made for which I woe am The basest people Priests like Jeroboam Then each profession sent out Teachers moe Then both the Universities could doe To handle a Text the Good-wifes fingers itches And vows she 'll preach with her Husband for the Breeches By this new Godly lives but few did gain The rest for want of Trading they complain I told them 't was a wicked Counsellors plot And till his head went off their wares would not This Great mans guilt was Loyalty and Wisdom Which made me cast about to work his Doom The Sword of Justice was too short to do 't 2000. Clubs must therefore jerk it out He being knockt down some others for the like Crime Were sent to Prison some escapt in time Thus Law and Equity in awe was kept here And Clubs were taught how to controul the Scepter We took from th' Upper-house Votes five times five And they aym'd all the Kings Voyce Negative Which to effect we did an Order make That what he would not give our selves would take Then we petition'd that the Forts and Towers And all the strength o' th Kingdom might be ours And thus to save the King from Soveraign dangers As if he had better Fall by Us than Strangers Whilst he denyes they Legally are stay'd on By a â—aw call'd Resolv'd upon the Question But still his Chief strength was above our Arts His righteous Cause and loyal Subjects hearts Being Arm'd with these by
Pym with hoe He would have had a place in Court And he ventur'd all his partie for 't But bribing proves his best support VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell John Pym with hey with hey Farewell John Pym with hoe For all the feign'd disaster Of the Taylor and the Plaster Thou shalt not be our Master VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Major Skippon with hey with hey Farewell Major Skippon with hoe Ye have ordered him to kill and slay To rescue him and run away Provide you vote fair weather and pay VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell our VVorthies all with hey with hey Farewell our VVorthies all with hoe For they instead of dying Maintain the truth by lying And get victories by flying VVith hey trolly lolly loe Farewell our Scotch Brethren with hey with hey Farewell our Scotch Brethren with hoe They March but to the border But will be brought no farther For neither Ordinance nor Order With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell my little Levites with hey with hey Farewell my little Levites with hoe Though you seem to fear him Yet you can scarce forbear him And when you thank him you but jeer him With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell fears and jealousies with hey with hey Farewell fears and jealousies with hoe Which with lying Declarations Tumults traytors and protestations Have been the ruine of two Nations With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell little Isaack with hey with hey Farewell little Isaack with hoe Thou hast made us all like Asses Part with our Plate and drink in Glasses Whilst thou growst rich with 2 s. Passes With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Plate and Money with hey with hey Farewell Plate and Money with hoe 'T is going down by water Or something near the matter And a Publique Faith's going after With hey trolly lolly loe Farewell Members five with hey with hey Farewell Members five with hoe Next Petition we deliver Sends you packing down the River And the Devil be your driver With hey trolly lolly loe A SONG NEw England is preparing a-pace To entertain King Pym with his Grace And Isaack before shall carry the Mace For Round-heads Old Nick stand up now No Surplisse nor no Organs there Shall ever offend the Eye or the Ear But a Spiritual Preach with a 3. hours Prayer For Round-heads c. All things in Zeal shall there be carried Without any Porredge read over the buried No Crossing of Infants nor Rings for the Married For Round-heads c. The Swearer there shall punisht be still But Drunkennesse private be counted no ill Yet both kind of lying as much as you will For Round-heads c. Blow winds Hoyse sailes and let us be gone But be sure we take all our Plunder a long That Charles may find little when as he doth come For Round-heads Old Nick stand up now Sir Hotham's Alarm COme Traytors March on to the Leader Sir John Though King Charles his Friends disaffect you Do not obey him but obey Devil Pym And the Parliament will protect you Let us plead that we Fight for the King and his Right But if he desire for to enter Let us Armed appear and let us all sweare Our lives for his sake we will venter But if he give Command to disarm out of hand As we our Allegiance do tender Let us presently Sweare that Commanded we are By the Parliament not to surrender If he desire for to see what Command that may be We then will resolve him no further But intreat him to stay while we send Post away He shall have a Copy of the Order But if he Proclaime me a Traytor by Name And all you that adhere to my Faction What an Honour it will be when my Country see me Second Pym in a Trayterous Action But when the King sends to require an amends Of the Parliament for such denyal Whether Treason or no the Law shall ne're know I must be put to your Vote for a Tryal And to put it to the Voice or the Parliaments choice The House being now so empty If there be such a thing as God or a King We 'll carry it by five in the twenty If so please the Fates as to change our Estates That the King his own Rights doth recover We will turn to their way and the Town will betray Though a Ladder for our pains we turn over The Publique Faith SOme tell of Africk Monsters which of old Vain Superstition did for God-heads hold How the Aegyptians who first knowledge spread Ador'd their Apis with the white Bulls head Apis still fed with Serpents that do hiss Hamon Osiris Monster Anubis But Sun-burnt Africk never had nor hath A Monster like our English Publique Faith Those fed on Snakes and satisfi'd did rest This like the Curtain Gulf will have the best Thing in the City to appease its still Encreasing hunger Glutting its lewd will With Families whose substance it devours Perverting Justice and the Higher Powers Contemning without fear of any Law Preying on all to fill its ravenous Maw Whose Estrich stomack which no steele can sate Has swallowed down Indies of Gold and Plate This is the Publique Faith which being led By th' Cities wealth has in this Kingdom bred Such various mischiefs with its viperous breath Blasting its peace and happinesse to death And yet this Idoll which our world adores Has made men prostitute their truth like Whores To its soul Lust which surely may as well And soon be satisfi'd as th' Grave or Hell This preys on Horses yet that will not do Unlesse it may devour the Riders too This takes up all the Riches of the Land Not by intreaty but unjust Command Borrowing extortively without any day But the Greek Calends then it means to pay This ' gainst the Law of Nations does surprise The Goods of Strangers Kings in its wise Discretion thinks though it s not worth their note They 're bound to take the Publique Faiths trim Vote For their security when this Publique Faith Has broke more Merchants then e're Riot hath And yet good men o' th City you are proud To have this Bankrupt Publique Faith allow'd More credit then your King to this you 'll lend More willingly then ever you did spend Money to buy your Wives and Children bread By such a strange Inchantment being misled To your undoings you who upon Bond Nay scarcely upon Mortgage of that Land Treble your Moneys value would not pâ—rt With your lov'd Coine vanquish'd by th' powerfull art Of this Magician Publique Faith justly install Him Master of your Bags the Devil and all That taught you get them by deceitfull wares And sucking in like Mornings draughts young Heirs Well certainly if this fine humour hold Your Aldermen will have no other Gold But what 's in Thumb-rings for their ponderous Chains They 'le be the Publique Faiths just lawfull gains And have the Honour afterwards to be Hang'd in them for its Publique Treachery What will become of
the Straw-hat to the Beaver From the Land-lord to the Dray-man Whether the Clergy or the Layman Hath lâ—st a War-Horse-Armes or Dragoones That were the Treasure of Buffoones Jewells Money Pearle or Plate Cups for Service or for State Come to the Cryer and you then Shall find them he knows where but God knows when The Cavaliers Prayer GOd blesse the King and Queen the Prince also And all his Loyal Subjects both high and low For Roundheads can pray for themselves we know Which no body can deny The Devil take Pym and all his Peers God blesse Prince Rupert and his Cavaliers For if they come hither Pym will stink with fears Which no body can deny God blesse Rupert and Maurice withall That gave the Roundheads a great downfall And knockt their Noddles ' gainst Worcester wall Which no body can deny Lawn sleeves and Surplices must go down For why King Pym doth sway the Crown But all are Bishops that wears a Black Gown Which no body can deny Let the Canons roar and the Bullets flye King Pym doth swear he 'll not come nigh He sayes it s a pittyfull thing to dye Which no body can deny The Horners they are brave Blades I do not know but it is said The stout Earl of Essex is free of that trade Which no body can deny The Baker over Burton cannot domineer For it is most firmly reported here He 's as free of the Pillory as ever they were Which no body can deny There is Isaack Pennington both wise and old I do not know but 't is for truth told That he is turned poor Sexton of Pauls Which no body can deny There is a Lord W both wise and round He will meet Prince Rupert upon any ground And if that his hands behind him be bound Which few people will deny To whom it concerns COme come ye Cock-brain'd Crew that can suppose No truth but that which travells through the Nose That looks on Gods Anointed with those Eyes You view your Prentices ye that can prize A Stable with a Church that can Impeach A Grave Devine and hear an Hostler preach Are ye all mad has your Fanatick zeal Stifl'd your stock of Sences at a Meal Have ye none left to look upon these Times With Grief which you and the unpunisht Crimes Have brought upon this miserable Land Are ye all Bruits not apt to understand The neighbouring stroke of Ruine till 't be past And you become the Sacrifice at last What would you have can Reformation border On Sacriledge or Truth upon Disorder Can Rifleing and Religion dwell together Can the way hence be said the next way thither Go ply your Trades Mechanicks and begin To deal uprightly and Reform within Correct your prick-ear'd Servants and perswade Your long lov'd Arm-fulls if you can thus trade In Pigges and Poultry let them cease to smooth Your Rumpled Follies and forbear to sooth Your pious Treasons thus to kick and fling Against the Lords Anointed and your King By the Author That neither loves for Fashion nor for Fear As far from Roundhead as from Cavalier To the City DRaw near you factious Citizens prepare To hear from me what hideous Fools you are What lumps of sordid Earth in which we find Not any least Resemblance of a Mind Unlesse to Baseness and Rebellion bent Against the King to ayde the Paliament That Parliament whose Insolence will undoe Your Cities Wealth your Lives and Safety too Are you so stupid dull you cannot see How your best Vertues now are Treachery Apparent Treason Murder and the like How with unhallowed hands your strive to strike Him whom you should your Loyalty afford Great Charles the blest Anointed of the Lord How you do daily contribute and pay Mony your Truths and Honours to betray Bigg with Phanatique thoughts and wilde desire 'T is you that blew up the increasing Fire Of foul Rebellion you that only bring Armies into the Field against your King For were 't not for supportment from your Baggs That Great and Highest Court that only braggs Of your vain folly long ere this had bin Punish'd for their bold Sacrilegious sin Of Actual Treason there had never come Upon this Kingdom such a Martyrdom Armes hang'd up as uselesse and the State Retain'd his freedom had you kept your Plate No Keinton-Battails had with Mothers curse Made Childless there the Treason of your Purse The Publick Purse o' th City which must be Esteem'd the Cause of Publick Misery No Drums had frighted silken Peace from out The Neighbouring Countries nor need you about Your City with your guilded Musquets goe Trayning not for good Service but for Shew That the whole Town may see your Feathers spread Over your Hatts as th' Hornes doe o're your Head The Humble Parliament had never dar'd To have prescrib'd Laws to their King but spar'd Their Zeal in bringing Innovations and Distractions o're the beautious face o th Land They would not then have so Supreamly brought Their Votes to bring the Kingdomes Peace to nought Nor with so sleight a value lookt on Him King Charles and only doted on King Pym Nor for Authentick doctrine have allow'd As Law the Precepts of Ingenuous Stroud Hampden nor Martyn had not then lookt bigge Upon their King nor Arthur Haslerigge Nor yet K on whom we now confer The style of Trayterous Earle of M Secur'd by you the Patrons of the Cause Condemn'd his Loyalty and the Kingdoms Laws Nor mis-led Essex had not you been nere had acted on this Kingdoms Theater So many Tragedieâ— nor Warwick sought T' ingrosse the Naval Honours no nor thought On any Action so unjust unmeet As keeping from his Majesty his Fleet T is you have done all this y 'ave been the Head The very Spring from whence this River spread The streams of foul Rebellion which we know At last will drown'd you with its over-flow You the Arch-Traytors are you those that slew The Kingdoms happinesse and th' Allegiance due Unto his Sacred Majesty you you that have Betray'd this Nations Honour to the Grave of lasting Obloquy you that have destroy'd The smiling wealth of th' City and made void The good Opinion which the King before Had of your Loyalties and th' Faith you bore To th' Royal Stem which still has to your great Advantage made this City their Chief Seat Fond and seditious Fools d' ye think yee Are wiser than Times numerous Progeny That have Ador'd your City when did They Your harmlesse Ancestors strive to give away Their Wealth and Duty from their Sovereigne Lord To make themselves Traytors upon Record When did they their Plate and Coine bring in To be the Cause of their own Ruyning They never us'd to fright their King nor draw Tumults together to affront the Law No nor good Houses their Corslets slept and all The Armes they us'd hung up in each mans Hall They did not then enamel'd Musquets carry To Train in Moor-fields and in Finsbury But did in Comely
their King For the Brewer had the world in a sling Which no body can deny He scorneth all Laws and Martial stops But whips an Army as round as tops And cuts off his foes as thick as hops Which no body can deny He dives for Riches down to the bottom And cryes my Masters when he had got um Let every tub stand upon his own bottom Which no body can deny In War-like acts he scorns to stoop For when his Army begins to droop He draws them up us round as a hoop Which no body can deny The Jewish Scots that scorns to eat The flesh of Swine and Brewers beat 'T was the sight of this hogs-head made 'um retreat Which no body can deny Poor Jockie and his basket hilt Was beaten and much blood was spilt And their bodies like barrels did run a tilt Which no body can deny Though Jemy gave the first assault The Brewer at last made them to halt And left them what the Cat left in the Mault Which no body can deny They cry'd that Antichrist came to settle Religion in a Cooler and a Kettle For his Nose and Copper were both of one mettle Which no body can deny Some Christian King began to quake And said with the Brewer no quarrels we 'll make We 'll let him alone as he Brews let him Bake Which no body can deny He hath a strong and very stout heart And thought to be made an Emperor for 't But the Devil put a spoke in his Cart Which no body can deny If any intended to do him disgrace His fury would take off his head in the place He alway did carry his Furnesse in his face Which no body can deny But yet by the way you must understand He kept his foes so under command That Pride could never get the upper hand Which no body can deny He was a stout Brewer of whom we may brag But now he is hurried away with a hag He brew'd in a bottle and bak'd in a bag Which no body can deny And now may all stout Souldiers say Farewell the glory of the day For the Brewer himself is turn'd to clay Which no body can deny Thus fell the brave Brewer the bold son of slaughter We need not to fear what shall follow after For he dealt all his life time in fire and water Which no body can deny And if his Successor had had but his might We had not been in a pittifull plight But he was found many grains too light Which no body can deny Let 's leave off singing and drink off our Bub Wee 'll call for a Reckoning and every man Club For I think I have told you a Tale of a Tub. Which no body can deny In imitation of Come my Daphne a Dialogue between Pluto and Oliver Pluto COme Imp Royal come away Into black night we will turn bright day Oliver 'T is Pluto calls what would my Syre Pluto Come follow to the Stygian fire Where Ireton doth wait To welcome thee in state Oliver Were I in bed with Lamberts wife I 'de quit those joyes for such a life Pluto My Princely Nol make hast For thee we keep a Fast Oliver In these dismal shades will I Unto thee unfold my Villany Pluto In my bosome I 'll thee lay For thy sake wee 'l all keep holyday Chorus Wee 'l rage and roar and fry in flames And Charles himself shall see How damn'dly we agree Yet scorn to change our Chains For his eternal diety A Quarrel betwixt Tower-hill and Tyburn I 'LE tell you a Story that never was told A tale that hath both head and heel And though by no Recorder inroll'd I know you will find it as true as steel When General Monck was come to the Town A little time after the Rump had the rout When Loyalty rose and Rebellion fell down They say that Tower-hill and Tyburne fell out Qâ—oth terrible Tyburne to lofty Tower-hill Thy longed-for daies are come at last And now thou wilt dayly thy belly fulfill With King-killers bloud whilst I must fast The High Court of Justice will come to the Bar There to be cooked and dressed for thee Whilst I that live out of Town so far Must only be fed by Fellony If Treason be counted the foulest fact And dying be a Traytor 's due Then why should you all the glory exact You know they are sitter for me than you To speak the plain truth I have groan'd for them long For when they had routed the Royal Root And done the Kingdom so much wrong I knew at the last they would come to 't When Titchburne sate upon the Benâ—h Twirling his Chain in high degree With a Beardless Chin like a withered Wench Thought I the Bar is fitter for thee But then with stately composed face Tower-hill to Tyburne made reply Do not complain in such a Case Thou shalt have thy share as well as I. There are a sort of Mongrils which My Lordly Scaffold will disgrace I know Hugh Peters his fingers itch To make a Pulpit of the place But tâ—ke him Tyburn he is thine own Divide his quarterâ— with thy â—â—ife Who did pollute with fâ—â—sh and â—e The quarters of the Butchers wife The next among these Petticoat-Peers Is Harry Martin take him thither But he hath been addle so many years That I fear he will hardly hang together There 's Hacker zealous Tom Harrison too That boldly defends the bloudy deed He practizeth what the Jesuites do To murder his King as a part of his Creed There 's single-eyed Hewson the Cobler of Fate Translated into Buff and Feather But bootless are all his seams of State When the soul is unript from the upper-leather Is this prophane mechanical Brood For me that have been dignfy'd With loyal Land and Straffords blood And holy Hewet who lately dy'd Do thou contrive with deadly Dun To send them to the River of Stix 'T is pitty since those Saints are gone That Martyrs and Murtherers bloud should mix Then do not fear me that I will Deprive thee of that fatal Day 'T is fit those that their King did kill Sould hang up in the Kings high-way My Priviledge though I know it is large Into thy hand I 'le freely give it For there is Cook that read the Kings Charge Is only fit for the Devils tribute Then taunting Tyburn in great scorn Did make Tower-hill this rude reply So much rank bloud my stomack will turn And thou shalt be sick as well as I. These Traytors made those Martyrs bleed Upon the Block that thou dost bear And there it is fit they should dye for the deed But Tower-hill cryed they shall not come there With that grim Tyburn began to fret And Tower-hill did look very grim And sure as a Club they both would have met But that the City did step between The Bloody Bed-roll or Treason displayed in its Colours Triumphing News for Cavaliers The Rump smells strong cast out by th' Peers OLd OLIVER's
The Right was then in Old Olivers Nose But when the Devil of that did dispose It descended from thence to the Rump in the cloze Which no body can deny Nor is it likely there to stay long The Retentive Faculties being gone The Juggle is stale and Mony there 's none Which no body can deny The Secluded Members made a Tryal To Enter but them the Rump did defie all By the Ordinance of Self-denyal Which no body can deny Our Politique Doctors do us Teach That a Blood-sucking Red-coat's as good as a Leech To Relieve the Head if applyed to the Breech Which no body can deny But never was such a Worm as Vane When the State scour'd last it voided him then Yet now he 's crept into the Rump again Which no body can deny Ludlow's Fart was a Prophetique Trump There was never any thing so Jump T was the very Type of a Vote of this Rump Which no body can deny They say 't is good Luck when a Body rises With the Rump upward but he that advises To Live in that Posture is none of the wisest Which no body can deny The Reason is worse though the rime be untoward When things proceed with the wrong end forward But they talk of sad news to the Rump from the Norward VVhich no body can deny 'T was a wonderfull thing the strength of that Part At a Blast it will take you a Team from a Cart And Blow a Man's Head away with a Fart VVhich no body can deny When our Brains are Sunck below the Middle And our Consciences steer'd by the hey down-diddle Then things will go round without a Fiddle VVhich no body can deny You may order the City with a Hand-Granado Or the General with a Bastonado But no way for a Rump like a Carbonado VVhich no body can deny To make us as famous in Counsel as VVars Here 's Lenthal a Speaker for mine And Fleetwood is a Man of Mars VVhich no body can deny 'T is pitty that Nedhams Fall'n into Disgrace For he orders a Bum with a marvailous Grace And ought to attend the Rump by his Place VVhich no body can deny Yet this in despight of all Disasters Although he hath Broken the Heads of his Masters 'T is still his Profession to give 'em all Plasters VVhich no body can deny Let 'em cry down the Pope till their Throats are sore Their Design was to bring him in at the back door For the Rump has a mind to the Scarlet-whore VVhich no body can deny And this is a truth at all hands confest However unskillfull in any of the rest The Rump speaks the Language of the Beast VVhich no body can deny They talk that Lambert is like to be try'd For Treason and Buggery beside Because that he did the Rump bestride VVhich no body can deny The Rump's an old Story if well understood 'T is a thing dress'd up in a Parliaments Hood And lik't but the Taile stands where the Head should VVhich no body can deny 'T would make a man scratch where it does not itch To see forty Fools heads in one Politick breech And that hugging the Nation as the Devil did the VVitch VVhich no body can deny From rotten Members preserve our VVives From the mercy of a Rump our Estates and our Lives For they must needs go whom the Devil drives Which no body can deny A New Ballad To an Old Tune Tom of Bedlam Make room for an honest Red-coat And that you 'l say's a wonder The Gun and the Blade Are his Tools and his Trade Is for Pay to Kill and Plunder Then away with the Laws And the Good Old Cause Ne'r talk o' the Rump or the Charter 'T is the Cash does the feat All the rest 's but a Cheat VVithout That there 's no Faith nor Quarter 'T is the Mark of our Coin GOD WITH US And the Grace of the Lord go along with 't When the Georges are flown Then the Cause goes down For the Lord is departed from it Then away c. For Rome or for Geneva For the Table or the Altar This spawn of a Vote He cares not a Groat For the Pence hee 's your dog in a Halter Then away c. Tho' the Name of King or Bishop To Nostrils pure may be Loathsom Yet many there are That agree with the Maior That their Lands are wondrous toothsom Then away c. When our Masters are Poor we Leave 'em 'T is the Golden Calf we bow too VVe kill and we slay Not for Conscience but Pay Give us That wee 'l fight for you too Then away c. 'T was That first turned the King out The Lords next then the Commons 'T was that kept up Nol Till the Devil fetch'd his Soul And then it set the Bum on 's Then away c. Drunken Dick was a Lame Protector And Fleetwood a Backslider These we served as the rest But the City 's the Beast That will never cast her Rider Then away c When the Maior holds the Stirrop And the Shreeves cry God speed your Honours Then 't is but a Jump And up goes the Rump That will spur to the Devil upon us Then away c. And now for a fling at your Thimbles Your Bodkins Rings and VVhistles In truck for your Toyes We 'll fit you with Boyes 'T is the doctrine of Hugh's Epistles Then away c. When your Plate is gone and your Jewells You must next be entreated To part with your Bags And strip you to Rags And yet not think y' are cheated Then away c. The truth is the Town deserves it 'T is a Brainless Heartless Monster At a Clubb they may Bawl Or Declare at their Hall And yet at a push not one stir Then away c. Sir Arthur vows he 'll treat 'em Far worse than the Men of Chester He 's Bold now they 're Cow'd But was nothing so Lowd When he lay in the ditch at Lester Then away c. The Lord hath left John Lambert And the Spirit Feaks Anointed But why oh Lord Hast thou sheathed thy Sword Lo thy Saints are disappointed Then away c. Tho' Sir Henry be departed Sir John makes good the place now And to help on the work Of the Glorious Kirk Our Brethren march apace too Then away c. While Divines and States-men wrangle Let the Rump-ridden Nation bite on 't There are none but we That are sure to go free For the Souldier's still in the right on 't Then away c. If our Masters won't supply us With Mony Food and Clothing Let the State look to 't We 'll ha' one that will do 't Let him live we 'll not damn for nothing Then away with the Laws And the Good Old Cause Ne'r talk o' the Rump or the Charter 'T is the Cash does the Feat All the rest 's but a Cheat Without That there 's no Faith nor Quarter The Breech wash'd by a Friend to the RUMP To the
His Rump's plac'd wrong but 't is his face That is right Fundamental 28. What Knaves are more to be vext Sirs You 'l hear when I sing next Sirs For now my Muse is tir'd with this Abominable text Sirs Ridentem dicere verum Quid vetat Rump Rampant or the Sweet Old Cause in Sippets To the Tune of Last Parliament sat as snug as a Cat. IN the name of the fiend What the Rump up agin The Delk and the Good Old Cause If they settle agin Which to think were a sin Good night to Religion and Laws First Tithes must go down Like a sprig of the Crown Although J. Presbyter grumble Already they tell 's Our Lead and our Bells They 'll sell next our Churches must tumble This poor English Nation By this Generation Hath been grieved 11. years and more But in that season And not without reason They ha' thrice been turn'd out of door Which they please to call force Yet themselves can do worse For this Parcel of a House Dare keep out of door Thrice as many more And value the Law not a Louse First by Owl-light they met And by that light they set The reason of it mark Their Acts and the light Do differ quite Their deeds do best with the dark Esquire Lenthall had swore He 'd fit there no more Unless in with Oxen they drew him That he once might speak true They pick'd him out two Sent Pembrook and Salisbury to him When these Gamesters were pack'd The first gracious act Was for pence for their friends of the Army Who for any side fight Except't be the right Sixscore thousand a month won't harm ye Yet many there be Say the House is not free When I am sure of that T' one another they 're so free That the Nation do see They 're too free for us to be fat Religion they wav'd Now they had us enslav'd And got us sure in their Claw They pull'd off their mask And set us our task Which is next to make Brick without straw The next Act they made Was for helping of Trade So they setled again the Excise Which the City must pay For ever and aye Yet might have chose had they been wise To pull down their King Their plate they could bring And other precious things So that Sedgwick and Peters Were no small getters By their Bodkins thimbles and rings But when for the good Of the Nation 't was stood Half ruined and forlorn Though 't lay in their power To redeem 't in an hour Not a Citizen put out his horn They had manacled their hands With King and Bishops Lands And ruined the whole Nation So that no body cares Though they and their Heirs Be cornute to the third Generation May their wives on them frown But laugh and lie down To any one else turn up Trump To mend the breed As I think there is need Be rid like their men by the Rump And may these wise Sophees Pay again for their Trophees For I hope the Parliament means Now they ha' been at the costs To set up the posts To make them pay well for the Chains Fortunate Rising or The Rump Upward GOod people and you that have been undone By Guns and Drums and the Trumpets tone And new hard words since Forty and One. Which no body can deny Here is a word that will plague you more Then any that ever went before 'T is the Rump of Harry Martins Whore VVhich c. The Cause was at first a pretty conceit To create a durty Rebel great But now that has left th' imperial Seat Which c. A General was a glorious Name Till Essex his Member spoilt his fame For a Souldier ought to be good at the Game Which c. The Communication Line was a Jigg And as good as the Bath to make women big Who never were so till they learnt to digg Which c. Artillery was a thundring word Where many appear'd with Musket and Sword To fright poor Atkins out of a turd Which c. Cavalier was a name of as great a Force As Centaure that is both Man and Horse And for Ravishing suffered many a curse Which c. Yet every Woman that had this fear Although in her heart a Roundhead she were In her belly she wisht a Cavalier Which c. Sequestration scar'd Men out of their Plate Excise drew potent Ale out of date And the Corps de Gard broke many of pate Which c. The Plunderers made men hide their money And women their jewels if they had any And one there was hid Gold in her Cunny Which c. A Commonwealth is a Citizens trust And by his wife ador'd it must As a Topique to prove adultery just Which c. The Protector storm'd with all mankind Made Kings and Princes walk behind Till the Divel out-ranted him in a wind Which c. The Committee of Safety threw the Dye But some body spit in his face from on high And made the valiant Fleetwood cry Which c. But the Rump is a word of such a power Pronounc'd your beer like thunder 't will sowr And after make you squitter an howr Which c. The squirting at Epsom's not worth a louse Rump out-does all that comes there to carouse For it shit from Portsmouth to Wallingford house Which c. If Booth were no Knave a Fool let him be To keep such a stir for Liberty When the Rump sets all it's Tenants Free Which c. He that could imitate sounds in a fart And speak from behind with a wondrous Art Were he living now should take Lenthals part Which c. And then a Fart for the Cities forces For Monk that 's coming with all his Horses And a T for Fairfax too that worse is Which c. A Parson once in a frolick Divine Exhausted Glasses twenty and nine For Turkey's Rump in Canary wine Which c. And sure he received a Revelation When to preach he left his first Vocation That a Rump in time should rule the Nation Which c. Montelions Diall's a drolling Mock With a stick in the Countrey Fellows dock And fitter now than the Pallace clock VVhich c. Morlay a joynt of the Rump grew bigg And swelling but politick Haslerigg Ha's sent him for Physick to Doctor Trigg Which c. Mad Vane was Anointed King and said He received a Crown that burden'd his Head For which the Rump sent him home to Bed Which c. The Abjuring Oath made the Speaker Sick Which Haslerigg taking in the Nick For his fain'd one show'd him a real Trick VVhich c. Thus what for aliment is unfit The Tail by a vertue guiding it Excludes and leaves it self beshit VVhich c. Let no man pretend any Cause Against the Rump to open his Jawes For it rules by the Fundamental Laws VVhich no body can deny A proper New Ballad on the Old Parliaament or the Second Part of Knave out of Doors To the Tune
But now wheels about and is true He may win all our hearts Would he use his best parts With our foes as he did with the Jew 18. The rest of the Court Are a mixt colourd sort Rank Presbyter rank Independent They do still so prevail For the Westminster tayle 'T is feard we shall ne're have an end on 't 19. But our Counsel of Commons Are valiant old Romans And stand for our peace and freedom If that Dog that sells Leather And the Salesman together Would either be honest or be dumb 20. But yet we cann't see Any reason why we Should all be so much at their becks If we chains must forbear Pray why should they wear A Militia about their necks 21 Our Town Clerk we took Has a serious look And his silence did shew him a wit But we discern him no more Than the Court heretofore Did that sullen Mask which he writ 22. The late Petticoat Squire From his shop mounted higher To the Sword and from that he did start By his mony and grace To a Remembrances place Now reports when the Rump let a fart 23. Their Chaplain that praid Now recants what he said And walks by a perfecter light The cause why he straid Was he wincked when he praid Now his eyes are open he 's right 24. What ere the Cause be We clearly may see No good thing propos'd for the City's But mens policy bends It to their private ends That 't is spoyl'd by the close Committee 25. And it needs must be so For we all do well know 'T is for wealth men are put into office And he that has store Domineers or'e the poor Whether Fool Knave Elder or Novice 26. We our Members have sent But the quick Parliament Had first sent their Members we find Yet no body knows With which side Monk will close Or will stand for before or behind 27. Hee 's a Souldier no doubt Both skilfull and stout But had need be more than a Stalian If his love should extend To the hindermost end And use us like Italian 28. A thousand a year If he could but tell where They thought would have made him to mind 'em But they promise still As Diego made his will Great things but none knows where to find ' em 29. In this prodigal trick They have out-done old Nick For what he did give he did show Their title 's the same And so is their aime For ought any man doth know 30. Let it go as it will We are Citizens still And free to this side or that We may prate and may Vote But when it comes to 't We 'l be true to no body knows what 31. But this we see plain 'T was for honour and gain That we at the first did fall out And were not publick lands Got in private mens hands The times would soon turn about 33. And now we do find These Saints in their kind Those are mad that to aid them in flocks come And he that will fight To keep us all from our right Shall be chronicled for a Coxcomb The RUMP Dockt TIll it be understood What is under Monck's Hood The City dare not shew his horns Till ten dayes be out The Speaker's sick of the Gout And the Rump doth sit upon thorns If Monck be turn'd Scot The Rump goes to pot And the Good Old Cause will miscarry Like coals out of embers Revive the Old Members Off goes the Rump like Dick and Harry Then In come the Lords Who drew Parliament Swords With Robes lined through with Ermin But Peers without Kings Are very useless things And their Lordships counted but Vermin Now Morley and Fagg May be put in a bagg And that doughty Man Sir Arthur In despair of his Foil With Alderman Hoyle Will become a Knight of the Garter That Knave in Grain Sir Harry Vane His Case then most mens is sadder There is little hope He can scape the rope For the Rump turned him o're the Ladder That precious Saint Scot Shall not be forgot According to his own desires Instead of Neck-verse Shall have it writ on his Herse Here hangs one of the Kings Tryers Those nine sons of Mars That whipt the Rumps Arse I mean the Commanders War-lick If the Rump smell strong With hanging too long Shall serve to stuff it with Garlick That parcel of man In length but a span Whose wifes Eggs alwaies are addle Must quit the Life-guard As he did when scar'd By Lambert out of the saddle Lambert may now turn Florist Being come off the poorest That ever did Man of the Sword The Rump let a Fart Which took away his heart And made him a Equire of a Lord. His Cheshire glory Is a pitifull story There the Saints triumpht without battle But now Monck and his Friers Have driven him into the Briers As he did Booth and his Cattle For the rest of the Rump Together in a Lump 'T is too late to cry Peccavi Ye have sinn'd all or most Against the Holy Ghost And therefore the Devil must have ye But now valiant City Whether must thy Ditty Be sung in Verse or in Prose For till the Rump stunk For fear of Monck Thy Militia durst not shew its Nose Base Cowards and Knaves That first made us Slaves Very Rascals from the beginning Onely unto Moncks Sword The Nation must afford The honour of bringing the King in Arsy Versy or The Second Martyrdom of the RUMP To the Tune of The Blind Beggar of Bednall-green 1. MY Muse to prevent lest an after-clap come If the winde should once more turn about for the Bum As a preface of honour and not as a frump First with a Sirreverence ushers the Rump 2. I shall not dispute whether Long-tails of Kent Or Papist this name of disgrace did invent Whose Legend of lies do defame us the more Hath entail'd on us Rumps ne're heard on before 3. But now on its Pedigree longer to think For the more it is stir'd the more it will stink 'T is agreed the Rumps first report in the Town Did arise from the wooden invention of Brown 4. Old Oliver's nose had taken in snuff When it sate long ago some unsavoury puff Then up went the Rump and was ferkt to the quick But it setled in spight of the teeth of poor Dick. 5. Then the Knight of the Pestle King Lambert and Vane With a Scepter of Iron did over it reign But the Rump soon re-setled and to their disgrace Like Excrements voided them out of the place 6. It did now like a Truant's well-disciplin'd Bum With the rod of affliction harder become Or else like the Image in Daniel it was Whose Head was of Gold but whose Tayl was of brass 7. It endured the first heat and proved no starter But sung in the midst of the flames like a Martyr And whisk'd the Tayl like a terrible Farter And sounded most chearfully Vive Sir Arthur 8. But the next fire Ordeal put into a dump Sir Orlando
the furious chief joynt of the Rump That he looked like the picture of Richard the Third Or like an ejected and frost-bitten T 9 'T is said that his Durindana he drew And a Wight on the Road most manfully slew But pardon'd by Charles made good what they tell us How ill 't is to save a thief from the Gallows 10. Being now to be burn'd he soon did expire For he was but a flash and would quickly take fire So that their fewel upon him to spend What was it but Coals to Newcastle to send 11. To bring 'em to th' stake as in order they lye Harry Martyn the next place must occupy 'T was expected in vain he should blaze for he swore That he had been burnt to the stumps before 12. Tom Scot for the Bum most stifly did stand Though once by a Bum he was fouly trapand But time and his office of Secretary Had learnt him his Business more private to carry 13. Some thought he arriv'd at his dignity first By being so well in iniquity verst The mystery of which he hath practis'd of late In his Function which was to be Baud to the State 14. Hob Morley in silence did suffer the losse Of his Rump and with patience took up the Crosse That to see him so sing'd and so scorcht you would swear No Camel more meekly his burden could bear 15. The Speaker was thought to the Rump to be true Because like a Fart at first he burnt blew But streight he was cunningly seen to retire For â—ear to endanger the Rolls in the fire 16. St. John a mortal of flesh and of blood Swore by St. Peter the example was good So facing about and shifting his station He turn'd o're a new leaf in St. Johns Revelations 17. Harry Nevil that looks like a Mahomets pigeon Accused to be of a State-mans Religion Is left to his choyce what processe hee 'll have To be burnt for an Atheist or hang'd for a Knave 18. Now stop thy Nose reader for Atkins doth come That shame to the Breeches as well as the Bum. To wish he was burnt were an idle desire For he comes provided to shit out the fire 19. But least he without a Companion should be Here 's Lisle that comes next stinks worser then he So fouly corrupt you may plac't in your Creed Such a Rump could alone such a Fistula breed 20. Poor Ludlow was bogg'd in Ireland of late And to purge himself came to the Rump of the State But gravely they told him he had acted amiss When he sought to betray the Rump with a kiss 21. Ned Harby was sure an herb John in the pot Yet could he not scape the disasterous lot Scarce Church'd of the Gout was the trusty old Squire But he hopt from the Fâ—ying-pan into the fire 22 Robin Andrews was laid on last as they tell us For a log to keep down the rest of his fellows Though he spent on the City like one of the Roysters Each morning his two pence in Sack and in Oysters 23 Next Praise-God although of the Rump he was none Was for his Petition burnt to the Bare-bone So Praise-God Rump like true Josephs together Did suffer but Praise-God lost the more leather 24 There 's Lawson another dag-lock of the tayle That the water to avoid to the water did sayle And in Godly simplicity means as they say To manage the Stern though the Rump's out of play 25. But Overton most with wonder doth seize us By securing of Hull for no lesse than Christ Jesus Hoping as it by the story appears To be there his Lieutenant for one thousand years 26. Lord Mounson Oh Venus what do you here I little thought you were a Rumper I swear But an impotent Lord will thus far avail He will serve for a Cloak to cover the tail 27. To burnish his Star Mr. Salisburie's come With the Atmos of gold that fall from the Bum Sure 't was but a Meteor for I must tell ye It smelt as 't were turning to th' Aldermans jelly 28. Brother Pembroke comes last and does not disdain Tho' despis'd by the world to bear up the train But after New-lights so long he did run That they brought him to Bethlehem before they had done 29. Thus the Foxes of Sampson that carried a brand In their tails to destroy and to burn up the land In the flames they had kindled themselves to expire And the Dee'l give them Brimstone unto their fire A Christmass Song when the RUMP was first dissolved To the Tune of I tell the Dick. THis Christmass time 't is fit that we Should Feast and Sing and merry be It is a time of mirth For never since the world began More joyfull news was brought to man Then at our Saviours birth But such have been these times of late That Holy dayes are out of date And holynesse to boot For they that do despise and scorn To keep the day that Christ was born Want holynesse no doubt That Parliament that took away The observation of that day We know it was not free For if it had such Acts as those Had ne're been seen in verse or prose You may conclude with me 'T was that Assembly did maintain 'T was Law to kill their Soveraign Who by that Law must dye Though Gods anointed ones are such Which Subjects should not dare to touch Much lesse to Crucifie 'T was that which turn'd our Bishops out Of house and home both branch and root And gave no reason why And all our Clergy did expell That would not do like that Rebell This no man can deny It was that Parliament that took Out of our Churches our Service Book A Book without compare And made Gods house to all our griefs That house of Prayer a Deu of Thiefs Both here and every where They had no head for many years Nor heart I mean the House of Peers And yet it did not dyes Of these long since it was bereft And nothing but the Tayle was left You know 't as well as I. And in this Tayle there was a tongue Lenthall I mean whose fame hath wrung In Country and in City Not for his worth or eloquence â—t for a Rebell to his Prince And neither wise nor witty This Speakers words must needs be winde Since they proceeded from behind Besides you may remember From thence no Act could be discreet Nor could the sense o' th' House be sweet Where Atkins was a Member This tale's now done the Speakers dumb Thanks to the Trumpet and the Drum And now I hope to see A Parliament that will restore All things that were undone before That we may Christians be Bum-Fodder or Waste-Paper proper to wipe the Nations RUMP with or your Own FRee Quarter in the North is grown so scarce That Lambert with all his men of Mars Have submitted to kiss the Parliaments Arse Which no body can deny If this should prove true as we do suppose
grieve And Children that ne're shall be born complain I mean such as dy'd before they did live Like Harrington's Rota or th' Engin of Vane 5. This Parliament like a wilde skitish Tit Unman'd and unback'd and unapt to obey Would let neither Prince Peer nor Prelate sit Yet stammel'd nos'd OLIVER smelt out a way 6. With Pistol and Musquet he brought the Beast under And aw'd it so much and so far did prevail That tamely he dockt it and to all mens wonder He cast off the Colt and sadled the Tayl 7 Which shortly began to kick at 's Command And restive it grew and left its true pacing Which made him resolve on his own Leggs to stand And turn the RUMP out of the stable a grasing 8. The Red-coats with breath like my Lady's Bumblast This Parliament-snuff blew twice out and in But North and West-winds will so out it at last That nought but Hell fire shall light it agen 9. Though now they tempt Monk with a 1000. per annum In hopes that to worship his face hee 'l fall flat on Yet he 's wise enough to resist and disdain 'em And cry Get behind me thou Bob-tail of Satan 10. Right pat with St. George's this Story will jump Poor England's the Damsel appointed for slaughter And Monk the St. George to kill Dragon RVMP And safely restore to the King his fair Daughter 11. The Rump thus in grosse no more shall be plaid on But now I will whet my Pen if it please ye To joynt it shew what foul parts it is made on God grant that our Stomachs prove not over-queasie 12. Here 's Lenthal once Mouth to the Parliaments mind Though he at length acted the Fundament's part Whose Speech was not breaking of Silence but Winde And 's giving the Thanks of the House but a Fart 13. But many I find this Opinion are firm in That he has no real distemper at all But feigns it and like a Prophetical Vermin Runs from an old House that is ready to fall 14. If Ludlow the state of Grace he had been in And kept himself safe fro' th' Committee of Safety For 's Fathers sake Deputy Fart he had been Instead of the Frost they call Say the crafty 15. Next comes the Rump's Gad-fly the Jehu-like driver King-abjuring ARTHVR Sir you if I ken you O' th' Bishop's Vriah-like fall were Contriver To get the fair Bersheba of their Revenue 16. But 't was a more carnal concupiscence That at Bristol-Vicaridge set you a neighing Which you enjoy'd and occupy'd in the sence Which puts pretty Maids to pishing and fying 17. Nay you like the Trojan-Adulterer swore To those that once saved you from the King's Fury That rather than Helen of Duresm restore Their Troynovant in its own ashes you 'd bury 18. But I dare no farther his passion provoke For fear of a prejudice which it may do me For with his own Choller should he chance to choke The Hang-man in Action of Trespasse might sue me 19. Then have at Sir Harry the Int'rest Refiner Who 's not of the Church but Society of JESUS And can make Divinity 's Self-Diviner And model new Heavens and new Earths to please us 20. 'T was he that injected the sublimd matter To late Lady Lambert and she to th' Squire Which made him Protector and Parliament-hater And to be Fift Monarch devoutly aspire 21. Like Grub from Sheeps tails since the Rump doth him throw He 'll creep to some placket of Sanctification And come forth a Flesh-flye next Summer and blow New Maggots in 's Church of more whimsical fashion 22. Meâ—hinks in his eyes the waters do gather As if the Lord Straffords Death troubled his sight Perhaps he repents and means like his Father Ev'n in his own Garter to do his Ghost right 23. There goes the twice treacherous Banquerout Salloway From Westminster Wolves to Tow'r Lions bound Cause he from one Treason to another did fall away And will fall again but not quite to the ground 24. The next is a Politick Pen-man that got-land By 's Knavery more then his Birth and 't is his-hope That Lambeth shall ever and ever be Scot-land And seat of an Arch-one but not of a Bishop 25. Here 's Nevil who to be made in Scot's stead A State-Secretary did practise a New art To th' Office by Letters unto the House read He courted himself in the name of Charles Stuart 26. Now see with a POX where Martin comes on The seed of corrupt and sinfull Loyns Who a worthy had been if as near Solomon In Wisdome as number of Concubines 27. If in utter darknesse there should be a failing Of Horror the Rump may furnish it with Squire Fleetwood to help out the weeping and wailing And Sir William Brereton for gnashing of teeth 28. Now Mildmay and Whitlock and Lisle I might call in And Master Lord Salisbury from Noble house Who seems not descended so much as down faln And others which well may serve a fresh Muse 29. And now the Rump's set in the Salt and Monck Hath offer'd full fairly his own for to make it But finding himself by the Devil out-drunk He honestly cryes Nay then let him take it 30. But for 'em when hence they go such were their follies Above nor beneath there no quiet place is King Charles in Heaven in Hell Tyrant NOL is Who as God us'd Fleetwood will spit in their faces 31. Now mark what sweet Morsells Hell swallowed of late There 's Cromwell and Prideaux and Bradshaw and there 's He that made Old Nick when he enter'd his Gate Cry Oh my Bon Pride are you there with your Bears 32. And now I no longer will rake in this sink But shortly the RVMP is for Tyburn and then I 'le tell you more of it but you as I think Do now stop your Noses and I 'le stop my Pen. The She-Citizens Delight To the Tune of Cuckolds all a Row YOu Cow-hearted Citizens What is your damn'd pretence To keep your selves within your beds And not fight for your Prince Whose Majesty should you behold Your shame will breed your woe And then like fools you will cry out Cuckolds all a row There 's some of you whose Bishops Lands Do so much clog their heels That now they cannot stir whereas Else would they run on wheels But yet I hope a time will come When you shall be made know And told unto their faces that You 'r Cuckolds all a row But yet for one most reverent Act You are to be commended That through your Rams-Head zeal you have Your Brother Rump Befriended To seat them in the Parliament House Their wisdomes forth to show But they and you are all alike Cuckolds all a row But I advise you set this RUMP In salt for fear of stinking 'T will fall unto the Devils share Because 't is his by drinking In spight of all their Acts and Laws Hee 'l car ' them down below Then Hell and City all alike Cuckolds