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
glorious King And by this Rebellion this good they will doe him They 'l forfeit all their Estates unto him No Clergy must meddle in Spiritual affairs But Layton nere heard of it losing his ears For that he might be deaf to the Prisoners cries To a spiritual Goalers place he must rise The rest have good reason for what they shall do For they are both Clergy and Laity too Or else at the best when the Question is stated They are but Mechanicks newly translated They may be Committees to practice their bawling For stealing of Horse is Spiritual Calling The reason why People our Martyrs ador'd ' Cause their Ears being cut off their Fame sounds the more 'T was ordered the Goods of Malignants and Lands Shall be shar'd among them and took into their hands They have Spirits of more Malignants to come That every one in the House may have some Then down to Guild-Hall they return their thanks To the Fools whom the Lottery has cheated with Blanks Saturday This day there came news of the taking a Ship To see what strange wonders are wrought in the deep That a troop of their Horse ran into the Sea And pull'd out a Ship alive to the Key And after much prating and fighting they say The Ropes serv'd for Traces to draw her away Sure these were Sea-horses or else by their lying They 'le make them as famous for swimming as flying The rest of the day they spent to bemoan Their Brother the Roundhead that to Tyburn was gone And could not but think it a barbarous thing To hang him for killing a friend to the King He was newly baptized and held it was good To be washed yet not in water but blood They ordered for his honour to cut off his ears And make him a Martyr but a Zealot appears And affirms him a Martyr for although 't was his fate To be hang'd yet he dy'd for the good of the State Then all fell to plotting of mâ—tâ—ers so deep That the silent Speaker fell down fast asleep He recovers himself and rubâ— up his eyes Then motions his House that 't was time to rise So home they went all and their businesse refer'd To the Close Committee by them to be heard They took it upon them but what they did do Take notice that none but themselves must know Postscript Thus far we have gone in Rythme to disclose What never was utter'd by any in Prose If any be wanting 't was by a mishap Because we forgot to weigh't by the map For over the Kingdom their Orders were spread They have made the whole Body as bad as the Head And now made such work that they all do Is but to read Letters and answers them too We thought to make Finis the end of the story But that we shall have more business for you For as their proceedings do so shall our Pen Run roundly from Munday to Munday agen And since we have begun our Muse doth intend To have like their Votes no beginning nor end The holy Pedler FRom a Forraign shore I am come to store Your Shops with rare devices No drugs do I bring From the Indian King No Peacocks Apes nor Spices Such Wares I do show As in England do grow And are for the good of the Nation Let no body fear To deal in my Ware For Sacriledge now 's in fashion I the Pedlar am That came from Amsterdam With a pack of new Religions I did every one fit According to 's wit From the Tub to Mahomets pigeons Great Trading I found For my spiritual ground Wherein every man was a Medler I made People decline The learned Divine And then they bought Heaven of the Pedler First Surplices I took Next the Common-Prayer-book And made all those Papists that us'd 'um Then the Bishops and Deans I stript of their means And gave it to those that abus'd ' um The Clergy-men next I withdrew from their Text And set up the gifted Brother Thus Religion I made But a matter of trade And I car'd nor for one or t'other Then Tythes I fell upon And those I quickly won 'T was prophane in the Clergy to take ' um But they serv'd for the Lay Till I sold them away And so did Religious make 'um But now come away To the Pedler I pray I scorn to rob or cozen If Churches you lack Come away to my Pack Here 's thirteen to the dozen Church Militants they be For now we do see They have fought so long with each other The Rump's-Churches threw down Those that stood for the Crown And sold them to one another Then come you factious Crue Here 's a Bargain now for you With the spoyles of the Church you may revel Now pull down the Bells And then hang up your selves And so give his due to the Devil The Hue and Cry after Sir John Presbyter WIth hair in Characters and Lugs in text With a splay mouth and a nose circumflext With a set Ruffe of Musket-bore that wears Like Cartrages or linnen Bandileers Exhausted of their sulphurous contents In Pulpit fire-works which that Bomball vents The Negative and Covenanting Oath Like two Mustachoes issuing from his mouth The bush upon his chin like a carv'd story In a box-knot cut by the Directory Madams Confession hanging at his ear Wire-drawn through all the questions How and Where Each circumstance so in the hearing felt That when his ears are cropt he 'll count them gelt The weeping Cassock scar'd into a Jump A sign the Presbyter's worn to the stump The Presbyter though charm'd against mischance With the Divine Right of an Ordinance If you meet any that do thus attire 'em Stop them they are the tribe of Adoniram What zealous frenzie did the Senate seize To tare the Rochet to such rags as these Episcopacy minc'd reforming Tweed Hath sent us Runts even of her Churches breed Lay-interlining Clergy a device That 's nick-name to the stuff call'd Lops and Lice The Beast at wrong-end branded you may trace The Devils foot-steps in his cloven face A face of severall parishes and sorts Like to a Sergeant shav'd at Innes of Courts What mean these Elders else those Kirk Dragoons Made up of Ears and Ruffs like Ducatoons That Hierarchy of Handicrafts begun Those new Exchange-men of Religion Sure they 'r the Antick â—eads which plac'd without The Church do gape and disembogue a sprout Like them above the Commons house have been So long without now both are gotten in Then what imperious in the Bishop sounds The same the Scotch Executor rebounds This stating Prelacy the Classick rout That spake it often e're it spake it out So by an Abbies Sceleton of late I heard an Eccho supererogate Through imperfection and the voice restore As if she had the hiccop o're and o're Since they our mixt Diocesans combine Thus to ride double in their Discipline That Pauls shall to the Consistory call A Dean and Chapter out of Weavers-Hall Each at the
all a row Alas poor Lambert is undone And now he may go Preach Since 't is the English Al-a-mode For every Rogue to Teach He 'le nose it bravely in a Tub And let his Brethren know That they are Damn'd unlesse they dip Cuckolds all a row But where 's your mighty Fleetwood now His honor'â— worn to th' stump He 'le serve Ambassador to hell To make room for the Rump And thus King-killers one by one Shall to the Devil goe Upon the City Asses pack Cuckolds all a row And now Cow-hearts look to your shops The Red-coats will you fright And plunder you because they know Your hornes hang in your light Not matter for you have been the cause Of all the Kingdoms woe And do deserve still to be call'd Cuckolds all a row But if that you would honest grow And do a glorious thing Which is to rouse and take your Armes And fight for Charles our King Which Act your Credits will regain And all the World shall know That you shall then no more be call'd Cuckolds all a row The RUMP Carbonado'd or A New BALLAD To the Tune of the Black-smith LEnd me your ears not cropt and I 'le sing Of an hideous Monster or Parliament thing That City and Country doth wofully wring VVhich no body can deny Take care that no Sectary be in this place For if you offend the least Babe of Grace The Rump will be ready to fly in your face VVhich c. They fram'd a Remonstrance to set all on fire Which took with the People as they did desire And forc'd them to Covenant that they would conspire VVhich c. No sooner exalted was Essex his horn But God's law and man 's too the Cuckold did scorn To ruine our Country this Rebel was born Which c. Take Warwick along if company you lack No Admiral like an old Puritan Jack A verier Knave you cann't find in the Pack Which c. These arm'd with Commissions by Sea and by Land Did send forth their forces the King to withstand Till of all that was good they had soon made an hand Which c. In glory and wealth we once so abounded And were in Religion so thoroughly grounded That none could have shatter'd us thus but the Roundhead Which c. Which pluck'd down the King the Church and the Laws To set up an Idol then Nick-nam'd the Cause Like Bell and Dragon to gorge their own Maws Which c. They banisht all Royallists out of the Line And scarce would endure to hear any Divine That would not for company cogge lye and whine Which c. So frantickly zealous they were at that season That the five rotten Members impeacht of High Treason They guarded against all Right Law and Reason Which c. Will fool was counted the worst of the twain Till Tom fool Lord F the Cause to maintain His Honor and Conscience did fearfully stain Which c. Sir William at Run-away-downs had a bout Which him and his Lobsters did totally rout And his Lady the Conqueror could not help him out Which c. Though General B do now fawn and beseech The Cavaliers found him a blood-sucking Leech He would seem a Convert but he stinks of the Breech Which c. All will confesse that Saint Oliver Cromwell Had learn'd in his Reign the three Nations to cumwell Although it be true that he did love a Bum-well Which c. But young Dick and Harry not his Heirs but his Brats As if they had lesse wit and grace than Gib-Cats Slunk from their Commands like a pair of drown'd Rats Which c. The sound of a Rump nere heard of before In their addle pates did so whistle and roar That streight they betook themselves to the back door Which c. When Haslerig of the Rump brought up the rear The Army was in such a bodily fear That no one commander durst ever appear Which c. Down goes the Publick when Knaves usurp Power The Rump by one Ordinance can more men devour Than all the great Guns shot from the Tower Which c. Pennington long since was broken to fitters Yet fits with the Rump of Sects to Pig-litters And such as come near him he all to besquitters Which c. If Alderman Atkins you keep not in minde Hee 'l take it so ill that hee 'l fly out behinde And make you remember with every winde Which c. Titchborn could preach pray and prate by the Spirit And Ireton little better who rang'd like a Ferretâ— And Tyburn thinks long to give them their merit Which c. Lord Gourney was right whom the City betraid Now the City would be right were the Maior not a Jade Till such as he be made examples nere look for better Trade Which c. Ne're did any Nation so court their own good As we have all offers of mercy withstood God's judgement on our rapine and shedding of blood Which c. All wise men and good say it is a mischievous fate A Kingdome to turn to a Popular State Yet wee 'l take no warning untill it be too late Which c. A desperate crew of self-seeking Elves Do wilfully force us on quicklands and shelves This we see yet we seek not to safeguard our selves Which c. For when the poor Cits are plunder'd by force Their grievances find as little remorse I' th' man-beast the Maior as in his great horse Which c. The Rump yet fits brooding upon their close stool In labour to bring forth a Knave or a Fool Begotten by a new Legislative Tool Which c. Sir Henry Vane Prince of the last modell'd rout Was known as a Traytor both cunning and stout Yet for being too rampant the Rump shit him out Which c. James Harrington Knight or Knave choose you whether For in the Rump still Knight and Knave go together The times cannot mend till hee 's tyed to his tether Which c. Harry Martin and Scot with some thirty eight more Are resolved on the question to keep us all poor Whilest they have the power to Plunder and Whore Which c. Who can gain-say that it was a strong fart Which blew the Lord Disborough back to his Cart And taught silly Fleetwood of crying the Art Which c. 'T is pity that Hewson the Lord should have died For piercing his Brother the Cobler's Hide Since the word of Command came from his blind side Which c. Luke Robinson wants both his Bristles and Aule To stitch up his lame Legge and help him to craule Who down-right hath halted betwixt God and Baal Which c. The Prentices once put the Troupers to flight And the Red-coats for fear then were ready to shite When Lambert the Atheist marcht Northward to fight Which c. The Greeks that sack Troy from the Belly did come Of Epriis his Horse but with Musket and Drum The War among us is carried on by the Bum VVhich c. Jack
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
his zeal abounded Close underneath a shady willow Her Bible serv'd her for her pillow And there they got a Roundhead A Curtain Lecture The Tune Cannot keep her Lips together WILL you please to hear a Song Though it want both rime and reason It was pend to do no wrong But for description at this season Of he or she what ere they be That wish Church-orders quite confounded Yet makes a shew where e're they go Of Fervent zeal I mean a Roundhead First hee 'l have a smoothing tongue Next hee 'l learn for to dissemble And when he hears of willfull wrong He 'll sigh and look as he would tremble The next of all then let him fall To praise mens hearts in secret bravery A speaking still against all ill That is the Cloak to hide their Knavery Let Charity be used much In words at length and not in action It is the Common use of such Not to do but give direction They 'l be loath to swear an Oath By yea and nay you may believe them But for their gains they will take paines To cheat and ly and never grieve them The Common-Prayer they like it not For they are wise and can make better And such a Teacher they have got Confutes it all in word and letter For he can rayle mens hearts to quaile With deep damnation for their sinnning But to amend they ne're intend And to transgress they 're now beginning But here is a very worthy man That undertakes more than he is able That in a Tub sometimes will stand In Hey-barn Sheep-house or a Stable That all the Rout that comes about To hear his Doctrines Saints he calls them They vow and swear they nere did hear Such worthy things as he hath told them They will not hear of Wedding Rings For to be used in their Mariage But say they are Superstitious things And doth Religion much dispâ—rage They are but vain and things prophane Wherefore now no Wit be-speaks them So to be ty'd unto the Bride But do it as the Spirit moves them No Pater-Noster nor no Creed In their Petitions never mention And hold there 's nothing good indeed But what is done by their pretention Prayers that are old in vain they hold And can with God no favour merit Therefore they will nothing say But as they are moved by the Spirit The wisest Schools they count but Fools Which do no more than they have taught them For Brownists they can preach and pray With Wits their Fathers never bought them Then I perceive that wit they have They gather it by Inspiration No Books they need to learn to read If all be true of their relation Only the Horn-book I would have Them practice at their beginning That you the better may perceive The Fruits that comes by fleshly sinning Neverthelesse I would express All other Books that now are used Least that the Ghost that leaâ—s you most By too mâ—ch Art to be abufed Their Hair close to their Heads they crop And yet not only for the fashion But that the Eare it should not stop From hearing of some rare Relation Therefore his Eares he will prepare To hearken to an Holy Brother That in regard he may be heard From one side of the Barne to th' other They count their Fathers were but Fools Which formerly became such Debters To spend their Means upon the Schools To teach their Sons a few fond Letters The Christ Crosse-row's enough to know For 't is the Horn that must exalt 'em Their Gen'ral Vows his Antler'd Brows Shall gore the Proudest dare assault 'em At the last when they must part Male and Female go together Joynd in hand and joyn'd in heart And joyn'd a little for their pleasure First for a Kisse they will agree And what comes next you may conjecture So that the Wicked do not see And so break up the Roundheads Lecture A Mad World My Masters WE have a King and yet no King For he hath lost his Power For ' gainst his Will his Subjects are Imprison'd in the Tower We had some Laws but now no Laws By which he held his Crown And we had Estates and Liberties But now they they 're voted down We had Religion but of late That 's beaten down with Clubs Whilst that Prophanesse Authoriz'd Is belched forth in Tubs We were free Subjects born but now We are by force made Slaves By some whom we did count our Friends But in the end prov'd Knaves And now to such a grievous height Are our Misfortunes grown That our Estates are took away By tricks before ne're known For there are Agents sent abroad Most humbly for to crave Our Almes but if they are deny'd And of us nothing have Then by a Vote ex tempore We are to Prison sent Mark'd with the Name of Enemy Of King and Parliament And during our Imprisonment Their lawless Bulls do thunder A Licence to their Souldiers Our Houses for to plunder And if their Hounds do chance to smell A man whose Fortunes are Of some Account whose Purse is full Which now is somewhat rare A Monster now Delinquent term'd He is declar'd to be And that his Lands as well as Goods Sequestred ought to be And as if our Prisons were too good He is to Yarmouth sent By vertue of a Warrant from The King and Parliament Thus is our Royal Soveraigns name And eke his Power infus'd And by the vertue of the same He and all His abus'd For by this Means his Castles now Are in the power of those Who treacherously with Might and Maine Do strive him to depose Arise therefore brave British men Fight for your King and State Against those Trayterous men that strive This Realm to Ruinate 'T is Pym 't is Pym and his Colleagues That did our woe engender Nought but their Lives can end our Woes And us in safety render The Riddle S-Hall's have a Game at Put to pass away the time X-pect no foul-play though I do play the Knave I have a King at hand yea that I have C Cards be ye true then the Game is mine R-ejoyce my Heart to see thee then repine A that 's lost that 's Cuckolds luck T-rey comes like Quater to pull down the Buck. An Answer to a Love-Elegy written from I. P. one of the Five Members to his Delightfull Friend in Latin WHat Latin Sir why there is no man That e're thought you an English-Roman Your Father Horse could teach you none Nor was it e're your Mother tongue Your Education too assures Me that your Poem is not yours Besides I thought you did detest The Language of the Latin Beast But now your Impudence I see Did hereby shew its Modesty Each syllable would blush you thought If it had bin plain English taught And that your foul debauched stuff Might do its Errand fast enough Forsooth your Wisedom thought it meet That Words might run to give 'em feet Pardon me Sir I 'me none of those That love
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
'e be merry drink Sack and Sherry And we will sing Boys God blesse the King Boys Cast up our Caps and cry Vive le Roy. What though the wise make Alderman Isaack Put us into Prison and steal our Estates Though we are forced to be un-horsed And walk on foot as it pleaseth the Fates In the Kings Army no man will harm ye Then come along Boyes valiant and strong Boys Fight for your Goods which the Roundheads enjoyes And when you venter London to enter And when you come Boys with Phife and Drum Boyes Isaack himself shall cry Vive le Roy. If not then chuse him 't will not excuse him Since honest Parliaments never made them Theeves Charles ne're did furder Theeves dipt in Murder Never by Pardon long Lease or Reprieves For such Conditions and Propositions Will not be granted then be not daunted We will our honest old Customes enjoy Pauls now rejected shall be respected And in the Quire Voyces sing hire Thanks to Jehovah then Vive le Roy. On two Parliaments dissolved TWo Parliaments dissolv'd then let my heart As they in Faction it in fraction part And like the Levite sad with rage ascribe My piece-meal Portion to each broken Tribe And say that Bethlehem Judahs love hath been Wrong'd by the Fag-end crue of Benjamin O Let such High presumption be accurst When the last Tribe shall wrong the best and first While like the Levite our best Charles may say The Ravenous Wolf hath seiz'd the Lions prey Thus oft Inferiour Subjects are not shye A love to mock at Sacred Majesty What Faculty should not be injured If that the Feet had Power to spurn the Head And Kings Prerogative may soon fall down When Subjects make a Footstool of a Crown The Starrs the Heavens Inferiour Courtiers might Command the Darknesse but not rule the Light Nor him that made it should they all combine With Luna at the fuâ—l our Sun should shine Brighter than they nor can he be subdu'd Though he but one and they a Multitude Say Subjects ye were Starrs and 't were allow'd You justly of the Number might be proud Yet to your Sun be humble and know this Your Light is borrowed not your own but His. When the unfettered Subjects of the Seas The Fountains felt their feet and ease No sooner summon'd but they nimbly went To meet the Ocean at a Parliament Did then these petty Fountains say their King The Ocean was no Ocean but a Spring Let me alone if fresh excess of store Can make me poorer than I was before And shall we then the power of Kings dispute And count it lesse when more is added to 't No let the Common body iâ— it can Be not a River but an Ocean And swell into a Deluge till it hide The top of Mountains in its teeming pride Kings like Noahs Ark are nearer to the Skies The more the Billows underneath them rise You then who if your hearts were first in love Might sit in Counsell with the Gods Above You that do question your Kings Power Below If you come there will you use Heavens King so Do not aspire you must take up you rest More safe Below than in the Eagles nest Hath Clemency offended will you harm And pluck the Sun from Heaven that makes you warm No King nor Bishops please what have we got An Outside English and an Inside Scot If Faction thus our Countries Peace distracts You may have want of Parliaments not Acts. Ill-ended Sessions and yet well begun Too much being spoke hath made too little done So Faction thrives Puritanism bears sway None must do any thing but only Say Stoop stoop you baren-headed Hills confess You might be fruitfuller if ye were lesse Tremble ye thred-bare Commons are you vext That Lambs feed on ye Lions will come next Collonel Vennes Encouragement to his Souldiers A SONG Fight on brave Souldiers for the Cause Fear not the Cavaliers Their threatnings are as sencelesse as Our jealousies and fears 'T is you must perfect this great Work And all Malignants slay You must bring back the King again The clean contrary way 'T is for Religion that you fight And for the Kingdoms good By robbing Churches plundering them And shedding Guiltlesse blood Down with the Orthodoxal train All Loyal Subjects slay When these are gone we shall be blest The clean contrary way When Charles we have made Banckrupt Of Power and Crown bereft him And all his Loyal Subjects slain And none but Rebells left him When we have beggar'd all the Land And sent our Trunks away Wee 'le make him then a Glorious Prince The clean contrary way 'T is to preserve his Majesty That we against him fight Nor ever are we beaten back Because our Cause is right If any make a scruple at Our Declarations say Who fight for us fight for the King The clean contrary way At Keinton Brainsford Plymouth York And divers Places more What Victories we Saints obtain The like nere seen before How often we Prince Rupert kill'd And bravely wonne the day The wicked Cavaliers did run The clean contrary way The true Religion we maintain The Kingdoms Peace and Plenty The Priviledge of Parliament Not known to One of twenty The antient Fundamental Laws And teach men to obey Their lawfull Soveraign and all these The clean contrary way Wee Subjects Liberties preserve By Imprisonment and Plunder And do enrich our selves and State By keeping th' Wicked under Wee must preserve Mechanicks now To Lectorize and pray By them the Gospel is advanc't The clean contrary way And though the King be much misled By that Malignant Crew Hee 'le find us honest at the last Give all of us our due For we do wisely plot and plot Rebellion to allay He sees wee stand for Peace and Truth The clean contrary way The Publique-Faith shall save our Souls And our good Works together And Ships shall save our Lives that stay Only for Winde and Weather But when our Faith and Workes fall down And all our Hopes decay Our Acts will bear us up to Heaven The clean contrary way A Second Western Wonder YOu heard of that wonder of the Lightening and Thunder Which made the lye so much the louder Now liâ—t to another that Miracles Brother Which was done with a Firkin of Powder Oh what a damp struck through the Camp But as for Honest Sir Ralph It blew him to the Vies without beard or eyes But at least three heads and a half When out came the book which the New-monger took From the preaching Ladies Letter Where in the first place stood the Conquerors face VVhich made it shew so much the better But now without lying you may paint him flying At Bristoll they say you may finde Great William the Con so fast he did run That he left half his name behind And now came the Post saves all that was lost But alas we are past deceiving By a trick so stale or else such a tayl Might mount for
She should ha 't for a Token when as he came home 8. Then since that this is the Parliament coyn Now Lilly by thy mysterious charms Or Heralds pray tell us if these ha' not been Carmen or Fidlers before by their Arms. The Rebellion NOw thanks to the Powers below We have even done our do The Myter is down and so is the Crown And with them the Corronet too All is now the Peoples and then What is theirs is ours we know There is no such thing as a Bishop or K Or Peer but in name or show Come Clowns and come Boys come Hoberdehoys Come Females of each degree Stretch out your throats bring in your Votes And make good the Anarchy Then thus it shall be sayes Alse Nay thus it shall be sayes Amie Nay thus it shall go sayes Taffie trow Nay thus it shall go sayes Jemmy Oh but the truth good People all the truth is is such a thing For it will undo both Church and State too And pull out the throat of our King No nor the Spirit nor the new Light Can make the Point so clear But we must bring out the defil'd Coat What thing the truth is and where Speak Abraham speak Hester Speak Judith speak Kâ—ster Speak tag and rag short coat and long Truth is the spell that made us rebell And murder and plunder ding dong Sure I have the truth sayes Numphs Nay I have the truth sayes Clem Nay I have the truth sayes reverend Ruth Nay I have the truth sayes Nem. Well let the truth be whose it will There is something else in ours Yet this devotion in our Religions May chance to abate our Powers Then let 's agree on some new way It skills not much how true Take P and his club or Smec and his tub Or any Sect old or new The Devil is in the pack if choyce you can lack We are fourscore Religions strong Then take your choice the Major voice Shall carry 't right or wrong Then let 's have King Charles sayes George Nay wee 'l have his Son sayes Hugh Nay then let 's have none sayes gabbering Jone Nay wee 'l be all Kings sayes Prue Nay but neighbours and friends one word more There 's something else behind And wise though you be you do not well see In which door fits the winde And for Religion to speak truth And in both Houses sence The matter is all one if any or none If it were not for the pretence Now here doth lurk the key of the work And how to dispose of the Crown Dexteriously and as it may be For your behalf and our own Then wee 'l be of this sayes Meg Nay wee 'l be of this sayes Tib Come we 'll be of all sayes pittifull Paul Nay wee 'l be of none sayes Gib Oh we shall have if we go on In Plunder Excise and Blood But few folks and poor to domineer o're And that will not be good Then let 's agree on some new way Some new and happy course The Country is grown sad the City is Horn mad And both the Houses are worse The Synod hath writ the General hath shit And both to like purpose for Religion Laws the Truth and the Cause We talk on but nothing we do Come then let 's have peace sayes Nel No no but we won't sayes Meg But I say we will sayes fiery-face Phil We will and we won't sayes Hodge Thus from the Rout who can expect Ought but confusion Since the Unity with good Monarchy Begin and end in one If then when all is thought their own And lyes at their belief These popular pates reap nought but debates From these many round-headed beast Come Royalists then do you play the men And Cavaliers give the word And now let 's see what you will be And whether you can accord A health to King Charles sayes Tom Up with it sayes Ralph like a man God blesse him sayes Doll and raise him sayes Moll And send him his own sayes Nan. But now for these prudent Wights That sit without end and to none And their Committees in Towns and Cities Fill with confusion For the bold Troops of Sectaries The Scots and their Partakers Our new British States Col. Burges and his Mates The Covenant and its Makers For all these wee 'l pray and in such a way That if it might granted be Both Jack and Gill and Moll and Will And all the world will agree Elâ—e Pox take them all sayes Bess And a Plague too sayes Mary The Devil sayes Dick and his Dam too sayes Nick Amen and amen say we On Britannicus his leap three Story high and his escape from London PAul from Damascus in a basket slides Cran'd by the faithfull Brethren down the sides Oâ— their embattel'd walls Britannicus As loath to trust the Brethrens God with us Slides too but yet more desp'rate and yet thrives In his descent needs must the Devil drives Their Cause was both the same and herein meet Only their fall was not with equal feet Which makes the Case Iambick thus we see How much News falls short of Divinity Truth was their crying crime One takes the night Th' other th' advantage of the New-sprung Light To mantle his escape how different be The Pristin and the Modern Policy Have Ages their Antipodes Yet still Close in the Propagation of ill Hence flowes this use and doctrine from the thump I last sustain'd beloved Good wits may Jump An Epigram on the People of England SWeating and chafing hot Ardelio cryes A Boat a Boat else farewell all the prize But having once set foot upon the deep Hot-spur Ardelio fell fast asleep So we on fire with zealous discontent Call'd out a Parliament a Parliament Which being obtain'd at last what did they do Even squeez the Wool-packs and lye snorting too Another BRitain a lovely Orchard seem'd to be Furnish'd with natures choise variety Temptations golden fruit of every sort Th' Hesperian Garden fann'd from fein'd report Great boyes and small together in we brake No matter what disdain'd Priapus spake Up up we lift the great boyes in the trees Hoping a common share to sympathize But they no sooner there neglected streight The shoulders that so rais'd them to this height And fell to stuffing of their own bags first And as their treasure grew so did their thirst Whiles we in lean expectance gaping stand For one shake from their charitable hand But all in vain the dropsie of desire So scortch'd them three Realms could not quench the fire Be wise then in your Ale bold youths for fear The Gardner catch us as Mosse caught his Mare Upon report there should be no more Terms kept at Westminster IS 't possible will no Terms then prevail And must the Gown and Bag jog on to sale The Bills and Answers in our Courts become Converted to the taring use of Drum And shall no more Confederacies pass 'Twixt Midsomer and dying Michaelmas Though they deprive us of Old
jesting Of all the year it was Ash-wednesday This pious Reformer set apart for his Feasting When all good Christians should Fast and Pray With a ran tan the Devil is dead The Souldiers in clusters throng'd for place To see this Monster of their own making And said it was a Protectors grace But that it wanted not much of A King With a ran tan the Devil is dead The Bucks of the City in herds were met And were paled in with a very good fence But what their Does did I cannot tell yet Of that ye may hear three quarters hence With a ran tan the Devil is dead With that the Recorder marcht up to the Hall With a dish of Divinity drest for his pallate And laid before him a shoulder of Saul With a savory simily by for a salate With a ran tan the Devil is dead His Highnesse commanded to lay it by 'T was fit for his people he 'd make it known And they should have it good reason why For they wanted more shoulders than their own With a ran tan the Devil is dead A dish of Delinquents heads in a Charger Was sent as a present from Goldsmiths Hall He wisht his stomack ten times larger Yet made a long neck and poach'd them all With a ran tan the Divil is dead A Prelate was next and to him he buckles With a Bishoprick truss'd before and behinde His Highness was in with him up to the knuckles And to his own kitchin the skuers assign'd With a ran tan the Divel is dead His Highness then calld ' for a boule of Canary And drank so deep that it made him reel He toss'd it to Lambert and Lambert to Harry And Harry to the Mayor and the Mayor to Steel With a ran tan the Devil is dead When Dinner was ended away to the banquet Where snatching of Sugar-plums one from another Hâ—l fill'd up his pockets and said God be thanked And carried them home to his Lady Mother With a ran tan the Devil is dead Then his Highness commanded the Mayor to kneel The Beast of the City was soon on his knees He made him a Knight with iron and steel And bid him rise up and pay him his fees With a ran tan the Devil is dead Up rose my Lords worship and made him a leg With that the Knight-maker did give him the Sword His Highnesse did spice him without a nutmeg When he made a bad Knight of a pittifull Lord. With a ran tan the Devil is dead When he left the City he broke a jest His words were pithy and I 'le repeat them Farewell quoth his Highness thou spur-gall'd Beast Fools make the Feasts and wise men eat them With a ran tan the Devil is dead FINIS RUMP SONGS The Second Part. The Re-resurrection of the RUMP Or Rebellion and Tyranny revived To the Tune of the Blacksmith IF none be offended with the scent Though I foul my mouth I 'le be content To sing of the Rump of a Parliament Which no body can deny I have sometimes fed on a Rump in Sowse And a man may imagine the Rump of a Lowse But till now was ne're heard of the Rump of a House Which no body can deny There 's a Rump of Beef and the Rump of a Goose And a Rump whose neck was hang'd in a Noose But ours is a Rump can play fast and loose Which no body can deny A Rump had Jane Shore and a Rump Messaleen And a Rump had Antonies resolute Queen But such a Rump as ours is never was seen Which no body can deny Two short years together we English have scarce Been rid of thy Rampant Nose Old Mars But now thou hast got a prodigious Arse Which no body can deny When the parts of the Body did all fall out Some Votes it is like did pass for the Snout But that the Rump should be King was never a doubt Which no body can deny A Cat has a Rump and a Cat has nine Lives Yet when her Head 's off her Rump never strives But our Rump from the Grave hath made two Retrives Which no body can deny That the Rump may all their Enemies quail They 'll borrow the Devills Coat of Mayl And all to defend their Estate in Tayl. Which no body can deny But though their scale now seems to be th'upper There 's no need of the charge of a Thanksgiving supper For if they be the Rump the Armi's their Crupper Which no body can deny There 's a Saying belongs to the Rump Which is good although it be worn to the stump That on the Buttocks I 'le give thee a Thump Which no body can deny There 's a Proverb in which the Rump claims a part Which hath in it more of Sence than of Art That for all you can do I care not a Fart Which no body can deny There 's another Proverb gives the Rump for his Crest But Alderman Atkins made it a Jest That of all kind of Lucks shitten Luck is the best Which no body can deny There 's another Proverb that never will fail That the good the Rump will do when they prevail Is to give us a Flop with a Fox-tail Which no body can deny There is a Saying which is made by no Fools I never can hear on 't but my heart it cools That the Rump will spend all we have in Close-stools Which no body can deny There 's an Observation wise and deep Which without an Onion will make me to weep That Flyes will blow Maggots in the Rump of a Sheep Which no body can deny And some that can see the wood from the trees Say this sanctified Rump in time we may leese For the Cooks do challenge the Rumps for their Fees Which no body can deny When the Rump do sit wee 'l make it our Moan That a Reason be enacted if there be not one Why a Fart hath a tongue and a Fyest hath none Which no body can deny And whilst within the Walls they lurk To satisfie us will be a good work Who hath most Religion the Rump or the Turk Which no body can deny A Rump's a Fag-end like the baulk of a Furrow And is to the whole like the Jail to the Burrough 'T is the Bran that is left when the Meal is run thorough Which no body can deny Consider the VVorld the Heav'n is the Head on 't The Earth is the middle and we men are fed on 't But Hell is the Rump and no more can be sed on 't Which no body can deny Flectere si nequeunt Superos Acharonta movebunt A New-Years-Gift for the RUMP YOu may have heard of the Politick Snout Or a tale of a Tub with the bottom out But scarce of a Parliament in a shitten Clout Whih no body can deny 'T was Atkins first serv'd this Rump in with Mustard The sawce was a compound of Courage and Custard Sir Vane bless'd the Creature Nol snufled blusterd Which no body can deny
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
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