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+The Cavalier Songs and Ballads of England from 1642 to 1684
+Edited by Charles Mackay
+
+
+
+
+
+The Cavalier Songs and Ballads of England from 1642 to 1684
+
+
+
+
+Contents:
+
+When The King Enjoys His Own Again
+When The King Comes Home In Peace Again
+I Love My King And Country Well
+The Commoners
+The Royalist
+The New Courtier
+Upon The Cavaliers Departing Out Of London
+A Mad World, My Masters
+The Man O' The Moon
+The Tub-Preacher
+The New Litany
+The Old Protestant's Litany
+Vive Le Roy
+The Cavalier
+A Caveat To The Roundheads
+Hey, Then, Up Go We
+The Clean Contrary Way, Or, Colonel Venne's Encouragement To His
+Soldiers
+The Cameronian Cat
+The Royal Feast
+Upon His Majesty's Coming To Holmby
+I Thank You Twice
+The Cities Loyaltie To The King
+The Lawyers' Lamentation For The Loss Of Charing-Cross
+The Downfal Of Charing-Cross
+The Long Parliament
+The Puritan
+The Roundhead
+Prattle Your Pleasure Under The Rose
+The Dominion Of The Sword
+The State's New Coin
+The Anarchie, Or The Blest Reformation Since 1640
+A Coffin For King Charles, A Crown For Cromwell, And A Pit For The
+People
+A Short Litany For The Year 1649
+The Sale Of Rebellion's House-Hold Stuff
+The Cavalier's Farewell To His Mistress, Being Called To The Warrs
+The Last News From France
+Song To The Figure Two
+The Reformation
+Upon The General Pardon Passed By The Rump
+An Old Song On Oliver's Court
+The Parliament Routed, Or Here's A House To Be Let
+A Christmas Song When The Rump Was First Dissolved
+A Free Parliament Litany
+The Mock Song
+As Close As A Goose
+The Prisoners
+The Protecting Brewer
+The Arraignment Of The Devil For Stealing Away President Bradshaw
+A New Ballad To An Old Tune, - Tom Of Bedlam
+Saint George And The Dragon, Anglice Mercurius Poeticus
+The Second Part Of St George For England
+A New-Year's Gift For The Rump
+A Proper New Ballad On The Old Parliament; Or, The Second Part Of
+Knave Out Of Doors
+The Tale Of The Cobbler And The Vicar Of Bray
+The Geneva Ballad
+The Devil's Progress On Earth, Or Huggle Duggle
+A Bottle Definition Of That Fallen Angel, Called A Whig
+The Desponding Whig
+Phanatick Zeal, Or A Looking-glass For The Whigs
+A New Game At Cards:  Or, Win At First And Lose At Last
+The Cavaleers Litany
+The Cavalier's Complaint
+An Echo To The Cavalier's Complaint
+A Relation
+The Glory Of These Nations
+The Noble Progress
+On The King's Return
+The Brave Barbary
+A Catch
+The Turn-Coat
+The Claret Drinker's Song
+The Loyal Subjects' Hearty Wishes To King Charles II.
+King Charles The Second's Restoration, 29th May.
+The Jubilee, Or The Coronation Day
+The King Enjoys His Own Again
+A Country Song, Intituled The Restoration
+Here's A Health Unto His Majesty
+The Whigs Drowned In An Honest Tory Health
+The Cavalier
+The Lamentation Of A Bad Market, Or The Disbanded Souldier
+The Courtier's Health; Or, The Merry Boys Of The Times
+The Loyal Tories' Delight; Or A Pill For Fanaticks
+The Royal Admiral
+The Unfortunate Whigs
+The Downfall Of The Good Old Cause
+Old Jemmy
+The Cloak's Knavery
+The Time-Server, Or A Medley
+The Soldier's Delight
+The Loyal Soldier
+The Polititian
+A New Droll
+The Royalist
+The Royalist's Resolve
+Loyalty Turned Up Trump, Or The Danger Over
+The Loyalist's Encouragement
+The Trouper
+On The Times, Or The Good Subject's Wish
+The Jovialists' Coronation
+The Loyal Prisoner
+Canary's Coronation
+The Mournful Subjects
+"Memento Mori"
+Accession Of James II
+On The Most High And Mighty Monarch King James
+In A Summer's Day
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION.
+
+
+
+The Cavalier Ballads of England, like the Jacobite Ballads of
+England and Scotland at a later period, are mines of wealth for the
+student of the history and social manners of our ancestors.  The
+rude but often beautiful political lyrics of the early days of the
+Stuarts were far more interesting and important to the people who
+heard or repeated them, than any similar compositions can be in our
+time.  When the printing press was the mere vehicle of polemics for
+the educated minority, and when the daily journal was neither a
+luxury of the poor, a necessity of the rich, nor an appreciable
+power in the formation and guidance of public opinion, the song and
+the ballad appealed to the passion, if not to the intellect of the
+masses, and instructed them in all the leading events of the time.
+In our day the people need no information of the kind, for they
+procure it from the more readily available and more copious if not
+more reliable, source of the daily and weekly press.  The song and
+ballad have ceased to deal with public affairs.  No new ones of the
+kind are made except as miserable parodies and burlesques that may
+amuse sober costermongers and half-drunken men about town, who
+frequent music saloons at midnight, but which are offensive to
+every one else.  Such genuine old ballads as remain in the popular
+memory are either fast dying out, or relate exclusively to the
+never-to-be-superseded topics of love, war, and wine.  The people
+of our day have little heart or appreciation for song, except in
+Scotland and Ireland.  England and America are too prosaic and too
+busy, and the masses, notwithstanding all their supposed advantages
+in education, are much too vulgar to delight in either song or
+ballad that rises to the dignity of poetry.  They appreciate the
+buffooneries of the "Negro Minstrelsy," and the inanities and the
+vapidities of sentimental love songs, but the elegance of such
+writers as Thomas Moore, and the force of such vigorous thinkers
+and tender lyrists as Robert Burns, are above their sphere, and are
+left to scholars in their closets and ladies in their drawing-
+rooms.  The case was different among our ancestors in the memorable
+period of the struggle for liberty that commenced in the reign of
+Charles I.  The Puritans had the pulpit on their side, and found it
+a powerful instrument.  The Cavaliers had the song writers on
+theirs, and found them equally effective.  And the song and ballad
+writers of that day were not always illiterate versifiers.  Some of
+them were the choicest wits and most accomplished gentlemen of the
+nation.  As they could not reach the ears of their countrymen by
+the printed book, the pamphlet, or the newspaper, nor mount the
+pulpit and dispute with Puritanism on its own ground and in its own
+precincts, they found the song, the ballad, and the epigram more
+available among a musical and song-loving people such as the
+English then were, and trusted to these to keep up the spirit of
+loyalty in the evil days of the royal cause, to teach courage in
+adversity, and cheerfulness in all circumstances, and to ridicule
+the hypocrites whom they could not shame, and the tyrants whom they
+could not overthrow.  Though many thousands of these have been
+preserved in the King's Pamphlets in the British Museum, and in
+other collections which have been freely ransacked for the
+materials of the following pages, as many thousands more have
+undoubtedly perished.  Originally printed as broadsides, and sold
+for a halfpenny at country fairs, it used to be the fashion of the
+peasantry to paste them up in cupboards, or on the backs of doors,
+and farmers' wives, as well as servant girls and farm labourers,
+who were able to read, would often paste them on the lids of their
+trunks, as the best means of preserving them.  This is one reason
+why so many of them have been lost without recovery.  To Sir W. C.
+Trevelyan literature is indebted for the restoration of a few of
+these waifs and strays, which he found pasted in an old trunk of
+the days of Cromwell, and which he carefully detached and presented
+to the British Museum.  But a sufficient number of these flying
+leaves of satire, sentiment, and loyalty have reached our time, to
+throw a curious and instructive light upon the feelings of the men
+who resisted the progress of the English Revolution; and who made
+loyalty to the person of the monarch, even when the monarch was
+wrong, the first of the civic virtues.  In the superabundance of
+the materials at command, as will be seen from the appended list of
+books and MSS. which have been consulted and drawn upon to form
+this collection, the difficulty was to keep within bounds, and to
+select only such specimens as merited a place in a volume
+necessarily limited, by their celebrity, their wit, their beauty,
+their historical interest, or the light they might happen to throw
+on the obscure biography of the most remarkable actors in the
+scenes which they describe.  It would be too much to claim for
+these ballads the exalted title of poetry.  They are not poetical
+in the highest sense of the word, and possibly would not have been
+so effective for the purpose which they were intended to serve, if
+their writers had been more fanciful and imaginative, or less
+intent upon what they had to say than upon the manner of saying it.
+But if not extremely poetical, they are extremely national, and
+racy of the soil; and some of them are certain to live as long as
+the language which produced them.  For the convenience of reference
+and consultation they have been arranged chronologically; beginning
+with the discontents that inaugurated the reign of Charles I., and
+following regularly to the final, though short-lived, triumph of
+the Cavalier cause, in the accession of James II.  After his ill-
+omened advent to the throne, the Cavalier became the Jacobite.  In
+this collection no Jacobite songs, properly so called, are
+included, it being the intention of the publishers to issue a
+companion volume, of the Jacobite Ballads of England, from the
+accession of James II. to the battle of Culloden, should the public
+receive the present volume with sufficient favour to justify the
+venture.
+
+The Editor cannot, in justice to previous fellow-labourers, omit to
+record his obligation to the interesting volume, with its learned
+annotations, contributed by Mr Thomas Wright to the Percy Society;
+or to another and equally valuable collection, edited by Mr J. O.
+Halliwell.
+
+December, 1862.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  When The King Enjoys His Own Again
+
+
+
+This is perhaps the most popular of all the Cavalier songs - a
+favour which it partly owes to the excellent melody with which it
+is associated.  The song, says Mr Chappell, is ascertained to be by
+Martin Parker, by the following extract from the GOSSIPS' FEAST, or
+Moral Tales, 1647.  "By my faith, Martin Parker never got a fairer
+treat:  no, not when he indited that sweet ballad, When the King
+enjoys his own again."  In the poet's Blind Man's Bough (or Buff),
+1641, Martin Parker says,
+
+
+"Whatever yet was published by me
+Was known as Martin Parker, or M. P.;"
+
+
+but this song was printed without his name or initials, at a time
+when it would have been dangerous to give either his own name or
+that of his publisher.  Ritson calls it the most famous song of any
+time or country.  Invented to support the declining interest of
+Charles I., it served afterwards with more success to keep up the
+spirits of the Cavaliers, and promote the restoration of his son;
+an event which it was employed to celebrate all over the kingdom.
+At the Revolution of 1688, it of course became an adherent of the
+exiled King, whose cause it never deserted.  It did equal service
+in 1715 and 1745.  The tune appears to have been originally known
+as MARRY ME, MARRY ME, QUOTH THE BONNIE LASS.  Booker, Pond,
+Hammond, Rivers, Swallow, Dade, and "The Man in the Moon," were all
+astrologers and Almanac makers in the early days of the civil war.
+"The Man in the Moon" appears to have been a loyalist in his
+predictions.  Hammond's Almanac is called "bloody" because the
+compiler always took care to note the anniversary of the death,
+execution, or downfall of a Royalist.
+
+
+What BOOKER doth prognosticate
+Concerning kings' or kingdoms' fate?
+I think myself to be as wise
+As he that gazeth on the skies;
+My skill goes beyond the depth of a POND,
+Or RIVERS in the greatest rain,
+Thereby I can tell all things will be well
+When the King enjoys his own again.
+
+There's neither SWALLOW, DOVE, nor DADE,
+Can soar more high, or deeper wade,
+Nor show a reason from the stars
+What causeth peace or civil wars;
+The Man in the Moon may wear out his shoon
+By running after Charles his wain:
+But all's to no end, for the times will not mend
+Till the King enjoys his own again.
+
+Though for a time we see Whitehall
+With cobwebs hanging on the wall
+Instead of silk and silver brave,
+Which formerly it used to have,
+With rich perfume in every room, -
+Delightful to that princely train,
+Which again you shall see, when the time it shall be,
+That the King enjoys his own again.
+
+Full forty years the royal crown
+Hath been his father's and his own;
+And is there any one but he
+That in the same should sharer be?
+For who better may the sceptre sway
+Than he that hath such right to reign?
+Then let's hope for a peace, for the wars will not cease
+Till the King enjoys his own again.
+
+[Did WALKER no predictions lack
+In Hammond's bloody almanack?
+Foretelling things that would ensue,
+That all proves right, if lies be true;
+But why should not he the pillory foresee,
+Wherein poor Toby once was ta'en?
+And also foreknow to the gallows he must go
+When the King enjoys his own again?] (1)
+
+Till then upon Ararat's hill
+My hope shall cast her anchor still,
+Until I see some peaceful dove
+Bring home the branch I dearly love;
+Then will I wait till the waters abate
+Which now disturb my troubled brain,
+Else never rejoice till I hear the voice
+That the King enjoys his own again.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  When The King Comes Home In Peace Again
+
+
+
+From a broadside in the Roxburghe Collection of Ballads.  It
+appears to have been written shortly after Martin Parker's original
+ballad obtained popularity among the Royalists, and to be by
+another hand.  It bears neither date nor printer's name; and has
+"God save the King, Amen," in large letters at the end.
+
+
+Oxford and Cambridge shall agree,
+With honour crown'd, and dignity;
+For learned men shall then take place,
+And bad be silenced with disgrace:
+They'll know it to be but a casualty
+That hath so long disturb'd their brain;
+For I can surely tell that all things will go well
+When the King comes home in peace again.
+
+Church government shall settled be,
+And then I hope we shall agree
+Without their help, whose high-brain'd zeal
+Hath long disturb'd the common weal;
+Greed out of date, and cobblers that do prate
+Of wars that still disturb their brain;
+The which you will see, when the time it shall be
+That the King comes home in peace again.
+
+Though many now are much in debt,
+And many shops are to be let,
+A golden time is drawing near,
+Men shops shall take to hold their ware;
+And then all our trade shall flourishing be made,
+To which ere long we shall attain;
+For still I can tell all things will be well
+When the King comes home in peace again.
+
+Maidens shall enjoy their mates,
+And honest men their lost estates;
+Women shall have what they do lack,
+Their husbands, who are coming back.
+When the wars have an end, then I and my friend
+All subjects' freedom shall obtain;
+By which I can tell all things will be well
+When we enjoy sweet peace again.
+
+Though people now walk in great fear
+Along the country everywhere,
+Thieves shall then tremble at the law,
+And justice shall keep them in awe:
+The Frenchies shall flee with their treacherie,
+And the foes of the King ashamed remain:
+The which you shall see when the time it shall be
+That the King comes home in peace again.
+
+The Parliament must willing be
+That all the world may plainly see
+How they do labour still for peace,
+That now these bloody wars may cease;
+For they will gladly spend their lives to defend
+The King in all his right to reign:
+So then I can tell all things will be well
+When we enjoy sweet peace again.
+
+When all these things to pass shall come
+Then farewell Musket, Pick, and Drum,
+The Lamb shall with the Lion feed,
+Which were a happy time indeed.
+O let us pray we may all see the day
+That peace may govern in his name,
+For then I can tell all things will be well
+When the King comes home in peace again.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  I Love My King And Country Well
+
+
+
+From Songs and other Poems by Alex. Brome, Gent.  Published London
+1664; written 1645.
+
+
+I love my King and country well,
+Religion and the laws;
+Which I'm mad at the heart that e'er we did sell
+To buy the good old cause.
+These unnatural wars
+And brotherly jars
+Are no delight or joy to me;
+But it is my desire
+That the wars should expire,
+And the King and his realms agree.
+
+I never yet did take up arms,
+And yet I dare to dye;
+But I'll not be seduced by phanatical charms
+Till I know a reason why.
+Why the King and the state
+Should fall to debate
+I ne'er could yet a reason see,
+But I find many one
+Why the wars should be done,
+And the King and his realms agree.
+
+I love the King and the Parliament,
+But I love them both together:
+And when they by division asunder are rent,
+I know 'tis good for neither.
+Whichsoe'er of those
+Be victorious,
+I'm sure for us no good 'twill be,
+For our plagues will increase
+Unless we have peace,
+And the King and his realms agree.
+
+The King without them can't long stand,
+Nor they without the King;
+'Tis they must advise, and 'tis he must command,
+For their power from his must spring.
+'Tis a comfortless sway
+When none will obey;
+If the King han't his right, which way shall we?
+They may vote and make laws,
+But no good they will cause
+Till the King and his realm agree.
+
+A pure religion I would have,
+Not mixt with human wit;
+And I cannot endure that each ignorant knave
+Should dare to meddle with it.
+The tricks of the law
+I would fain withdraw,
+That it may be alike to each degree:
+And I fain would have such
+As do meddle so much,
+With the King and the church agree.
+
+We have pray'd and pray'd that the wars might cease,
+And we be free men made;
+I would fight, if my fighting would bring any peace,
+But war is become a trade.
+Our servants did ride
+With swords by their side,
+And made their masters footmen be;
+But we'll be no more slaves
+To the beggars and knaves
+Now the King and the realms do agree.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Commoners
+
+
+
+Written in 1645 to the Club-men, by Alex. Brome.
+
+
+Come your ways,
+Bonny boys
+Of the town,
+For now is your time or never:
+Shall your fears
+Or your cares
+Cast you down?
+Hang your wealth
+And your health,
+Get renown.
+We are all 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.
+
+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;
+'Tis too late
+To tread these usurpers 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 be confounded.
+
+Shall we still
+Suffer ill
+And be dumb,
+And let every varlet undo us?
+Shall we doubt
+Of each lout
+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 those locusts do eat,
+Now every man's a beggar.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Royalist
+
+
+
+By Alex. Brome.  Written 1646.
+
+
+Come pass about the bowl to me,
+A health to our distressed King;
+Though we're in hold let cups go free,
+Birds in a cage may freely sing.
+The ground does tipple healths afar
+When storms do fall, and shall not we?
+A sorrow dares not show its face
+When we are ships, and sack's the sea.
+
+Pox on this grief, hang wealth, let's sing;
+Shall's kill ourselves for fear of death?
+We'll live by th' air which songs do bring,
+Our sighing does but waste our breath.
+Then let us not be discontent,
+Nor drink a glass the less of wine;
+In vain they'll think their plagues are spent
+When once they see we don't repine.
+
+We do not suffer here alone,
+Though we are beggar'd, so's the King;
+'Tis sin t' have wealth when he has none,
+Tush! poverty's a royal thing!
+When we are larded well with drink,
+Our head shall turn as round as theirs,
+Our feet shall rise, our bodies sink
+Clean down the wind like Cavaliers.
+
+Fill this unnatural quart with sack,
+Nature all vacuums doth decline;
+Ourselves will be a zodiac,
+And every mouth shall be a sign.
+Methinks the travels of the glass
+Are circular, like Plato's year;
+Where everything is as it was
+Let's tipple round:  and so 'tis here.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The New Courtier
+
+
+
+By Alex. Brome. 1648.
+
+
+Since it must be so
+Then so let it go,
+Let the giddy-brain'd times turn round;
+Since we have no king let the goblet be crown'd,
+Our monarchy thus will recover:
+While the pottles are weeping
+We'll drench our sad souls
+In big-bellied bowls;
+Our sorrows in sack shall lie steeping,
+And we'll drink till our eyes do run over;
+And prove it by reason
+That it can be no treason
+To drink and to sing
+A mournival of healths to our new-crown'd King.
+
+Let us all stand bare; -
+In the presence we are,
+Let our noses like bonfires shine;
+Instead of the conduits, let the pottles run wine,
+To perfect this new coronation;
+And we that are loyal
+In drink shall be peers,
+While that face that wears
+Pure claret, looks like the blood-royal,
+And outstares the bones of the nation:
+In sign of obedience,
+Our oath of allegiance
+Beer-glasses shall be,
+And he that tipples ten is of the nobility.
+
+But if in this reign
+The halberted train
+Or the constable should rebel,
+And should make their turbill'd militia to swell,
+And against the King's party raise arms;
+Then the drawers, like yeomen
+Of the guards, with quart pots
+Shall fuddle the sots,
+While we make 'em both cuckolds and freemen;
+And on their wives beat up alarums.
+Thus as each health passes
+We'll triple the glasses,
+And hold it no sin
+To be loyal and drink in defence of our King.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Upon The Cavaliers Departing Out Of London
+
+
+
+By Alex. Brome.
+
+
+Now fare thee well, London,
+Thou next must be undone,
+'Cause thou hast undone us before;
+This cause and this tyrant
+Had never play'd this high rant
+Were't not for thy ARGENT D'OR.
+
+Now we must desert thee,
+With the lines that begirt thee,
+And the red-coated saints domineer;
+Who with liberty fool thee,
+While a monster doth rule thee,
+And thou feel'st what before thou didst fear.
+
+Now justice and freedom,
+With the laws that did breed 'em,
+Are sent to Jamaica for gold,
+And those that upheld 'em
+Have power but seldom,
+For justice is barter'd and sold.
+
+Now the Christian religion
+Must seek a new region,
+And the old saints give way to the new;
+And we that are loyal
+Vail to those that destroy all,
+When the Christian gives place to the Jew.
+
+But this is our glory,
+In this wretched story
+Calamities fall on the best;
+And those that destroy us
+Do better employ us,
+To sing till they are supprest.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A Mad World, My Masters
+
+
+
+From the King's pamphlets, British Museum.
+
+
+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're voted down.
+
+We had religion, but of late
+That's beaten down with clubs;
+Whilst that profaneness authorized
+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 proved knaves.
+
+And now to such a grievous height
+Are our misfortunes grown,
+That our estates are took away
+By tricks before ne'er known.
+
+For there are agents sent abroad
+Most humbly for to crave
+Our alms; but if they are denied,
+And of us nothing have,
+
+Then by a vote EX TEMPORE
+We are to prison sent,
+Mark'd with the name of enemy,
+To King and Parliament:
+
+And during our imprisonment,
+Their lawless bulls do plunder
+A license to their soldiers,
+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 declared to be,
+And that his lands, as well as goods,
+Sequester'd ought to be.
+
+As if our prisons were too good,
+He is to Yarmouth sent,
+By virtue of a warrant from
+The King and Parliament.
+
+Thus in our royal sovereign's name,
+And eke his power infused,
+And by the virtue of the same,
+He and all his abused.
+
+For by this means his castles now
+Are in the power of those
+Who treach'rously, with might and main,
+Do strive him to depose.
+
+Arise, therefore, brave British men,
+Fight for your King and State,
+Against those trait'rous men that strive
+This realm to ruinate.
+
+'Tis Pym, 'tis Pym and his colleagues,
+That did our woe engender;
+Nought but their lives can end our woes,
+And us in safety render.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Man O' The Moon
+
+
+
+Hogg, in his second series of Jacobite Relics, states that he "got
+this song among some old papers belonging to Mr Orr of Alloa," and
+that he never met with it elsewhere.  In his first series he
+printed a Scottish song beginning, -
+
+"Then was a man came fron the moon
+And landed in our town, sir,
+And he has sworn a solemn oath
+That all but knaves must down, sir."
+
+In Martin Parker's foregoing ballad, "When the King enjoys his own
+again," there is also an allusion to the man in the moon:-
+
+"The Man in the Moon
+May wear out his shoon
+By running after Charles his wain;"
+
+as it would appear that the "Man in the Moon," was the title
+assumed by an almanack-maker of the time of the Commonwealth, who,
+like other astronomers and astrologers, predicted the King's
+restoration.  In this song the "Man o' the Moon" clearly signifies
+King Charles.
+
+
+The man o' the moon for ever!
+The man o' the moon for ever!
+We'll drink to him still
+In a merry cup of ale, -
+Here's the man o' the moon for ever!
+
+The man o' the moon, here's to him!
+How few there be that know him!
+But we'll drink to him still
+In a merry cup of ale, -
+The man o' the moon, here's to him!
+
+Brave man o' the moon, we hail thee,
+The true heart ne'er shall fail thee;
+For the day that's gone
+And the day that's our own -
+Brave man o' the moon, we hail thee.
+
+We have seen the bear bestride thee,
+And the clouds of winter hide thee,
+But the moon is changed
+And here we are ranged, -
+Brave man o' the moon, we bide thee.
+
+The man o' the moon for ever!
+The man o' the moon for ever!
+We'll drink to him still
+In a merry cup of ale, -
+Here's the man o' the moon for ever!
+
+We have grieved the land should shun thee,
+And have never ceased to mourn thee,
+But for all our grief
+There was no relief, -
+Now, man o' the moon, return thee.
+
+There's Orion with his golden belt,
+And Mars, that burning mover,
+But of all the lights
+That rule the nights,
+The man o' the moon for ever!
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Tub-Preacher
+
+
+
+By Samuel Butler (Author of Hudibras).  To the tune of "The Old
+Courtier of the Queen's."
+
+
+With face and fashion to be known,
+With eyes all white, and many a groan,
+With neck awry and snivelling tone,
+And handkerchief from nose new-blown,
+And loving cant to sister Joan;
+'Tis a new teacher about the town,
+Oh! the town's new teacher!
+
+With cozening laugh, and hollow cheek,
+To get new gatherings every week,
+With paltry sense as man can speak,
+With some small Hebrew, and no Greek,
+With hums and haws when stuff's to seek;
+'Tis a new teacher, etc.
+
+With hair cut shorter than the brow,
+With little band, as you know how,
+With cloak like Paul, no coat I trow,
+With surplice none, nor girdle now,
+With hands to thump, nor knees to bow;
+'Tis a new teacher, etc.
+
+With shop-board breeding and intrusion,
+By some outlandish institution,
+With Calvin's method and conclusion,
+To bring all things into confusion,
+And far-stretched sighs for mere illusion;
+'Tis a new teacher, etc.
+
+With threats of absolute damnation,
+But certainty of some salvation
+To his new sect, not every nation,
+With election and reprobation,
+And with some use of consolation;
+'Tis a new teacher, etc.
+
+With troops expecting him at door
+To hear a sermon and no more,
+And women follow him good store,
+And with great Bibles to turn o'er,
+Whilst Tom writes notes, as bar-boys score,
+'Tis a new teacher, etc.
+
+With double cap to put his head in,
+That looks like a black pot tipp'd with tin;
+While with antic gestures he doth gape and grin;
+The sisters admire, and he wheedles them in,
+Who to cheat their husbands think no sin;
+'Tis a new teacher, etc.
+
+With great pretended spiritual motions,
+And many fine whimsical notions,
+With blind zeal and large devotions,
+With broaching rebellion and raising commotions,
+And poisoning the people with Geneva potions;
+'Tis a new teacher, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The New Litany
+
+
+
+From the King's pamphlets, British Museum.  Satires in the form of
+a litany were common from 1646 to 1746, and even later.
+
+
+From an extempore prayer and a godly ditty,
+From the churlish government of a city,
+From the power of a country committee,
+Libera nos, Domine.
+
+From the Turk, the Pope, and the Scottish nation,
+From being govern'd by proclamation,
+And from an old Protestant, quite out of fashion,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From meddling with those that are out of our reaches,
+From a fighting priest, and a soldier that preaches,
+From an ignoramus that writes, and a woman that teaches,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From the doctrine of deposing of a king,
+From the DIRECTORY, (2) or any such thing,
+From a fine new marriage without a ring,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From a city that yields at the first summons,
+From plundering goods, either man or woman's,
+Or having to do with the House of Commons,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From a stumbling horse that tumbles o'er and o'er,
+From ushering a lady, or walking before,
+From an English-Irish rebel, newly come o'er, (3)
+Libera, etc.
+
+From compounding, or hanging in a silken altar,
+From oaths and covenants, and being pounded in a mortar,
+From contributions, or free-quarter,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From mouldy bread, and musty beer,
+From a holiday's fast, and a Friday's cheer,
+From a brother-hood, and a she-cavalier,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From Nick Neuter, for you, and for you,
+From Thomas Turn-coat, that will never prove true,
+From a reverend Rabbi that's worse than a Jew,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From a country justice that still looks big,
+From swallowing up the Italian fig,
+Or learning of the Scottish jig,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From being taken in a disguise,
+From believing of the printed lies,
+From the Devil and from the Excise, (4)
+Libera, etc.
+
+From a broken pate with a pint pot,
+For fighting for I know not what,
+And from a friend as false as a Scot,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From one that speaks no sense, yet talks all that he can,
+From an old woman and a Parliament man,
+From an Anabaptist and a Presbyter man,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From Irish rebels and Welsh hubbub-men,
+From Independents and their tub-men,
+From sheriffs' bailiffs, and their club-men,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From one that cares not what he saith,
+From trusting one that never payeth,
+From a private preacher and a public faith,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From a vapouring horse and a Roundhead in buff,
+From roaring Jack Cavee, with money little enough,
+From beads and such idolatrous stuff,
+Libera, etc.
+
+From holydays, and all that's holy,
+From May-poles and fiddlers, and all that's jolly
+From Latin or learning, since that is folly,
+Libera, etc.
+
+And now to make an end of all,
+I wish the Roundheads had a fall,
+Or else were hanged in Goldsmith's Hall.
+Amen.
+
+Benedicat Dominus.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Old Protestant's Litany
+
+
+
+Against all sectaries
+And their defendants,
+Both Presbyterians
+And Independents.
+
+Mr Walter Wilkins, in his Political Ballads of the Seventeenth and
+Eighteenth Centuries, says, the imprint of this broadside intimates
+that it was published in "the year of Hope, 1647," and Thomson, the
+collector, added the precise date, the 7th of September.
+
+
+That thou wilt be pleased to grant our requests,
+And quite destroy all the vipers' nests,
+That England and her true religion molests,
+Te rogamus audi nos.
+
+That thou wilt be pleased to censure with pity
+The present estate of our once famous city;
+Let her still be govern'd by men just and witty,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That thou wilt be pleased to consider the Tower,
+And all other prisons in the Parliament's power,
+Where King Charles his friends find their welcome but sour,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That thou wilt be pleased to look on the grief
+Of the King's old servants, and send them relief,
+Restore to the yeomen o' th' Guard chines of beef,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That thou wilt be pleased very quickly to bring
+Unto his just rights our so much-wrong'd King,
+That he may be happy in everything,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That Whitehall may shine in its pristine lustre,
+That the Parliament may make a general muster,
+That knaves may be punish'd by men who are juster,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That now the dog-days are fully expired,
+That those cursed curs, which our patience have tired,
+May suffer what is by true justice required,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That thou wilt be pleased to incline conquering Thomas
+(Who now hath both city and Tower gotten from us),
+That he may be just in performing his promise,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That our hopeful Prince and our gracious Queen
+(Whom we here in England long time have not seen)
+May soon be restored to what they have been,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That the rest of the royal issue may be
+From their Parliamentary guardians set free,
+And be kept according to their high degree,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That our ancient Liturgy may be restored,
+That the organs (by sectaries so much abhorr'd)
+May sound divine praises, according to the word,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That the ring in marriage, the cross at the font,
+Which the devil and the Roundheads so much affront,
+May be used again, as before they were wont,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That Episcopacy, used in its right kind,
+In England once more entertainment may find,
+That Scots and lewd factions may go down the wind,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That thou wilt be pleased again to restore
+All things in due order, as they were before,
+That the Church and the State may be vex'd no more,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That all the King's friends may enjoy their estates,
+And not be kept, as they have been, at low rates,
+That the poor may find comfort again at their gates,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That thou wilt all our oppressions remove,
+And grant us firm faith and hope, join'd with true love,
+Convert or confound all which virtue reprove,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That all peevish sects that would live uncontroll'd,
+And will not be govern'd, as all subjects should,
+To New England may pack, or live quiet i' th' Old,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That gracious King Charles, with his children and wife,
+Who long time have suffer'd through this civil strife,
+May end with high honour their natural life,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That they who have seized on honest men's treasure,
+Only for their loyalty to God and to Caesar,
+May in time convenient find measure for measure,
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+That thou all these blessings upon us wilt send,
+We are no INDEPENDENTS, on Thee we depend,
+And as we believe, from all harm us defend;
+Te rogamus, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Vive Le Roy
+
+
+
+From a collection of songs, 1640 to 1660.  It is also to be found
+in the additional MSS., No. 11, 608, p. 54, in the collection in
+the British Museum.  It was sung to the air of Love lies bleeding,
+- and was, says Mr Chappell, "the God save the King" of Charles I.,
+Charles II., and James II.
+
+
+What though the zealots pull down the prelates,
+Push at the pulpit, and kick at the crown,
+Shall we not never once more endeavour,
+Strive to purchase our royall renown?
+Shall not the Roundhead first be confounded?
+Sa, sa, sa, say, boys, ha, ha, ha, ha, boys,
+Then we'll return with triumph and joy.
+Then we'll be merry, drink white wine and sherry,
+Then we will sing, boys, God bless the King, boys,
+Cast up our caps, and cry, VIVE LE ROY.
+
+What though the wise make Alderman Isaac
+Put us in prison and steal our estates,
+Though we be forced to be unhorsed,
+And walk on foot as it pleaseth the fates;
+In the King's army no man shall harm ye.
+Then come along, boys, valiant and strong, boys,
+Fight for your goods, which the Roundheads enjoy;
+And when you venture London to enter,
+And when you come, boys, with fife and drum, boys,
+Isaac himself shall cry, VIVE LE ROY.
+
+If you will choose them, do not refuse them,
+Since honest Parliament never made thieves,
+Charles will not further have rogues dipt in murder,
+Neither by leases, long lives, nor reprieves.
+'Tis the conditions and propositions
+Will not be granted, then be not daunted,
+We will our honest old customs enjoy;
+Paul's not rejected, will be respected,
+And in the quier voices rise higher,
+Thanks to the heavens, and (cry), VIVE LE ROY.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Cavalier
+
+
+
+By Samuel Butler.  From his Posthumous Works.  A somewhat different
+version appears in Chappell's Popular Music of the Olden Time.
+
+
+He that is a clear
+Cavalier
+Will not repine,
+Although
+His pocket grow
+So very low
+He cannot get wine.
+
+Fortune is a lass
+Will embrace,
+But soon destroy;
+Born free,
+In liberty
+We'll always be,
+Singing VIVE LE ROY.
+
+Virtue is its own reward,
+And Fortune is a whore;
+There's none but knaves and fools regard her,
+Or her power implore.
+But he that is a trusty ROGER,
+And will serve the King;
+Altho' he be a tatter'd soldier,
+Yet may skip and sing:
+Whilst we that fight for love,
+May in the way of honour prove
+That they who make sport of us
+May come short of us;
+Fate will flatter them,
+And will scatter them;
+Whilst our loyalty
+Looks upon royalty,
+We that live peacefully,
+May be successfully
+Crown'd with a crown at last.
+
+Tho' a real honest man
+May be quite undone,
+He'll show his allegiance,
+Love, and obedience;
+Those will raise him up,
+Honour stays him up,
+Virtue keeps him up,
+And we praise him up.
+Whilst the vain courtiers dine,
+With their bottles full of wine,
+Honour will make him fast.
+Freely then
+Let's be honest men
+And kick at fate,
+For we may live to see
+Our loyalty
+Valued at a higher rate.
+He that bears a sword
+Or a word against the throne,
+And does profanely prate
+To abuse the state,
+Hath no kindness for his own.
+
+What tho' painted plumes and prayers
+Are the prosp'rous men,
+Yet we'll attend our own affairs
+'Till they come to 't agen;
+Treachery may be faced with light,
+And letchery lined with furr;
+A cuckold may be made a knight,
+Sing FORTUNE DE LA GUERRE.
+But what's that to us, brave boys,
+That are right honest men?
+We'll conquer and come again,
+Beat up the drum again;
+Hey for CAVALIERS,
+Hoe for CAVALIERS,
+Drink for CAVALIERS,
+Fight for CAVALIERS,
+Dub-a-dub, dub-a-dub,
+Have at Old BEELZEBUB,
+OLIVER stinks for fear.
+
+FIFTH MONARCHY-MEN must down, boys,
+With bulleys of every sect in town, boys;
+We'll rally and to 't again,
+Give 'em the rout again;
+Fly like light about,
+Face to the right-about,
+Charge them home again
+When they come on again;
+SING TANTARA RARA, BOYS,
+TANTARA RARA, BOYS,
+This is the life of an Old Cavalier.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A Caveat To The Roundheads
+
+
+
+From the Posthumous Works of Samuel Butler.
+
+
+I come to charge ye
+That fight the clergy,
+And pull the mitre from the prelate's head,
+That you will be wary
+Lest you miscarry
+In all those factious humours you have bred;
+But as for BROWNISTS we'll have none,
+But take them all and hang them one by one.
+
+Your wicked actions
+Join'd in factions
+Are all but aims to rob the King of his due;
+Then give this reason
+For your treason,
+That you'll be ruled, if he'll be ruled by you.
+Then leave these factions, zealous brother,
+Lest you be hanged one against another.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Hey, Then, Up Go We
+
+
+
+This song, says Mr Chappell, in his Popular Music of the Olden
+Time, which describes with some humour the taste of the Puritans,
+might pass for a Puritan song, if it were not contained in the
+"Shepherds' Oracles," by Francis Quarles, 1646.  He was cup-bearer
+to Elizabeth, Queen of Bohemia, daughter of James I., and
+afterwards chronologer to the city of London.  He died in 1644, and
+his Shepherds' Oracles were a posthumous publication.  It was often
+reprinted during the Restoration, and reproduced and slightly
+altered by Thomas Durfey, in his "Pills to Purge Melancholy," where
+the burthen is, "Hey, boys, up go we."
+
+
+Know this, my brethren, heaven is clear,
+And all the clouds are gone;
+The righteous man shall flourish now,
+Good days are coming on.
+Then come, my brethren, and be glad,
+And eke rejoyce with me;
+Lawn sleeves and rochets shall go down,
+And hey, then, up go we.
+
+We'll break the windows which the whore
+Of Babylon hath painted,
+And when the popish saints are down
+Then Barrow shall be sainted;
+There's neither cross nor crucifix
+Shall stand for men to see,
+Rome's trash and trumpery shall go down,
+And hey, then, up go we.
+
+Whate'er the Popish hands have built
+Our hammers shall undo;
+We'll break their pipes and burn their copes,
+And pull down churches too;
+We'll exercise within the groves,
+And teach beneath a tree;
+We'll make a pulpit of a cask,
+And hey, then, up go we.
+
+We'll put down Universities,
+Where learning is profest,
+Because they practise and maintain
+The language of the Beast;
+We'll drive the doctors out of doors,
+And all that learned be;
+We'll cry all arts and learning down,
+And hey, then, up go we.
+
+We'll down with deans and prebends, too,
+And I rejoyce to tell ye
+We then shall get our fill of pig,
+And capons for the belly.
+We'll burn the Fathers' weighty tomes,
+And make the School-men flee;
+We'll down with all that smells of wit,
+And hey, then, up go we.
+
+If once the Antichristian crew
+Be crush'd and overthrown,
+We'll teach the nobles how to stoop,
+And keep the gentry down:
+Good manners have an ill report,
+And turn to pride, we see,
+We'll therefore put 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,
+We'll make these 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 sunshine weather:
+For if that reason should take place,
+And they should once agree,
+Who would be in a Roundhead's case,
+For 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
+We'll 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.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Clean Contrary Way, Or, Colonel Venne's Encouragement
+To His Soldiers
+
+
+
+To the air of "Hey, then, up go we."  From a Collection of Loyal
+Songs written against the Rump Parliament.
+
+
+Fight on, brave soldiers, for the cause,
+Fear not the Cavaliers;
+Their threat'nings are as senseless as
+Our jealousies and fears.
+Tis you must perfect this great work,
+And all malignants slay;
+You must bring back the King again
+The clean contrary way.
+
+'Tis for religion that you fight,
+And for the kingdom's good;
+By robbing churches, plundering them,
+And shedding guiltless 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 bankrupt,
+Of power and crown bereft him,
+And all his loyal subjects slain,
+And none but rebels left him;
+When we have beggar'd all the land,
+And sent our trunks away,
+We'll make him then a glorious prince
+The clean contrary way.
+
+'Tis 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 ne'er seen before:
+How often we Prince RUPERT kill'd,
+And bravely won the day,
+The wicked Cavaliers did run
+The clean contrary way.
+
+The true religion we maintain,
+The kingdom's peace and plenty;
+The privilege of Parliament
+Not known to one and twenty;
+The ancient fundamental laws,
+And teach men to obey
+Their lawful sovereign, and all these
+The clean contrary way.
+
+We subjects' liberties preserve
+By imprisonment and plunder,
+And do enrich ourselves and state
+By keeping th' wicked under.
+We must preserve mechanicks now
+To lectorize and pray;
+By them the gospel is advanced
+The clean contrary way.
+
+And though the King be much misled
+By that malignant crew,
+He'll find us honest at the last,
+Give all of us our due.
+For we do wisely plot, and plot
+Rebellion to alloy,
+He sees we stand for peace and truth
+The clean contrary way.
+
+The publick faith shall save our souls
+And our good works together;
+And ships shall save our lives, that stay
+Only for wind and weather:
+But when our faith and works fall down
+And all our hopes decay,
+Our acts will bear us up to heaven
+The clean contrary way.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Cameronian Cat
+
+
+
+A well-known song from Hogg's Jacobite Relics; and popular among
+the Cavaliers both of England and Scotland in the days of the
+Commonwealth.  It was usually sung to a psalm tune; the singers
+imitating the style and manner of a precentor at a Presbyterian
+church.
+
+
+There was a Cameronian cat
+Was hunting for a prey,
+And in the house she catch'd a mouse
+Upon the Sabbath-day.
+
+The Whig, being offended
+At such an act profane,
+Laid by his book, the cat he took,
+And bound her in a chain.
+
+Thou damn'd, thou cursed creature,
+This deed so dark with thee,
+Think'st thou to bring to hell below
+My holy wife and me?
+
+Assure thyself that for the deed
+Thou blood for blood shalt pay,
+For killing of the Lord's own mouse
+Upon the Sabbath-day.
+
+The presbyter laid by the book,
+And earnestly he pray'd
+That the great sin the cat had done
+Might not on him be laid.
+
+And straight to execution
+Poor pussy she was drawn,
+And high hang'd up upon a tree -
+The preacher sung a psalm.
+
+And when the work was ended,
+They thought the cat near dead,
+She gave a paw, and then a mew,
+And stretched out her head.
+
+Thy name, said he, shall certainly
+A beacon still remain,
+A terror unto evil ones
+For evermore, Amen.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Royal Feast
+
+
+
+A Loyall Song of the Royall Feast kept by the Prisoners in the
+Towre, August last, with the Names, Titles, and Characters of every
+Prisoner.  By Sir F. W., Knight and Baronet, Prisoner.  (Sept.
+16th, 1647.)
+
+"In the negotiations between the King and the Parliament during the
+summer and autumn of this year," says Mr Thomas Wright in his
+Political Ballads of the Commonwealth, published for the Percy
+Society, "the case of the royalist prisoners in the Tower was
+frequently brought into question.  The latter seized the occasion
+of complaining against the rigours (complaints apparently
+exaggerated) which were exerted against them, and on the 16th June,
+1647, was published 'A True Relation of the cruell and unparallel'd
+Oppression which hath been illegally imposed upon the Gentlemen
+Prisoners in the Tower of London.'  The several petitions contained
+in this tract have the signatures of Francis Howard, Henry
+Bedingfield, Walter Blount, Giles Strangwaies, Francis Butler,
+Henry Vaughan, Thomas Lunsford, Richard Gibson, Tho. Violet, John
+Morley, Francis Wortley, Edw. Bishop, John Hewet, Wingfield
+Bodenham, Henry Warren, W. Morton, John Slaughter, Gilbert
+Swinhow."
+
+On the 19th of August (according to the MODERATE INTELLIGENCER of
+that date) the King sent to the royal prisoners in the Tower two
+fat bucks for a feast.  This circumstance was the origin of the
+present ballad.  It was written by Sir Francis Wortley, one of the
+prisoners.  This ballad, as we learn by the concluding lines, was
+to be sung to the popular tune of "Chevy Chace."
+
+
+God save the best of kings, King Charles!
+The best of queens, Queen Mary!
+The ladies all, Gloster and Yorke,
+Prince Charles, so like old harry! (5)
+
+God send the King his own again,
+His towre and all his coyners!
+And blesse all kings who are to reigne,
+From traytors and purloyners!
+The King sent us poor traytors here
+(But you may guesse the reason)
+Two brace of bucks to mend the cheere,
+Is't not to eat them treason?
+
+Let Selden search Cotton's records,
+And Rowley in the Towre,
+They cannot match the president,
+It is not in their power.
+Old Collet would have joy'd to 've seen
+This president recorded;
+For all the papers he ere saw
+Scarce such an one afforded.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+But that you may these traytors know,
+I'll be so bold to name them;
+That if they ever traytors prove
+Then this record may shame them:
+But these are well-try'd loyal blades
+(If England ere had any),
+Search both the Houses through and through
+You'ld scarcely finde so many.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+The first and chiefe a marquesse (6) is,
+Long with the State did wrestle;
+Had Ogle (7) done as much as he,
+Th'ad spoyl'd Will Waller's castle.
+Ogle had wealth and title got,
+So layd down his commissions;
+The noble marquesse would not yield,
+But scorn'd all base conditions.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+The next a worthy bishop (8) is,
+Of schismaticks was hated;
+But I the cause could never know,
+Nor see the reason stated.
+The cryes were loud, God knowes the cause,
+They had a strange committee,
+Which was a-foot well neere a yeare,
+Who would have had small pitty.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+The next to him is a Welsh Judge, (9)
+Durst tell them what was treason;
+Old honest David durst be good
+When it was out of season;
+He durst discover all the tricks
+The lawyers use, and knavery,
+And show the subtile plots they use
+To enthrall us into slavery.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Frank Wortley (10) hath a jovial soule,
+Yet never was good club-man;
+He's for the bishops and the church,
+But can endure no tub-man.
+He told Sir Thomas in the Towre,
+Though he by him was undone,
+It pleased him that he lost more men
+In taking him then London.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Sir Edward Hayles (11) was wond'rous rich,
+No flower in Kent yields honey
+In more abundance to the bee
+Then they from him suck money;
+Yet hee's as chearfull as the best -
+Judge Jenkins sees no reason
+That honest men for wealth should be
+Accused of high treason.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Old Sir George Strangways (12) he came in,
+Though he himself submitted,
+Yet as a traytor he must be
+Excepted and committed:
+Yet they th' exception now take off,
+But not the sequestrations,
+Hee must forsooth to Goldsmith's-hall,
+The place of desolation.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Honest Sir Berr's a reall man,
+As ere was lapt in leather;
+But he (God blesse us) loves the King,
+And therefore was sent hither.
+He durst be sheriff, and durst make
+The Parliament acquainted
+What he intended for to doe,
+And for this was attainted.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Sir Benefield, (13) Sir Walter Blunt,
+Are Romishly affected,
+So's honest Frank of Howard's race,
+And slaughter is suspected. (14)
+But how the devill comes this about,
+That Papists are so loyall,
+And those that call themselves God's saints
+Like devils do destroy all?
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Jack Hewet (15) will have wholesome meat,
+And drink good wine, if any;
+His entertainment's free and neat,
+His choyce of friends not many;
+Jack is a loyall-hearted man,
+Well parted and a scholar;
+He'll grumble if things please him not,
+But never grows to choller.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Gallant Sir Thomas, (16) bold and stout
+(Brave Lunsford), children eateth;
+But he takes care, where he eats one,
+There he a hundred getteth;
+When Harlow's wife brings her long bills,
+He wishes she were blinded;
+When shee speaks loud, as loud he swears
+The woman's earthly-minded.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Sir Lewis (17) hath an able pen,
+Can cudgell a committee;
+He makes them doe him reason, though
+They others do not pitty.
+Brave Cleaveland had a willing minde,
+Frank Wortley was not able,
+But Lewis got foure pound per weeke
+For's children and his table.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Giles Strangwayes (18) has a gallant soul,
+A brain infatigable;
+What study he ere undertakes
+To master it hee's able:
+He studies on his theoremes,
+And logarithmes for number;
+He loves to speake of Lewis Dives, (19)
+And they are ne'er asunder.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Sir John Marlow's (20) a loyall man
+(If England ere bred any),
+He bang'd the pedlar back and side,
+Of Scots he killed many.
+Had General King (21) done what he should,
+And given the blew-caps battail,
+Wee'd make them all run into Tweed
+By droves, like sommer cattell.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Will Morton's (22) of that Cardinal's race,
+Who made that blessed maryage;
+He is most loyall to his King,
+In action, word, and carryage;
+His sword and pen defends the cause,
+If King Charles thinke not on him,
+Will is amongst the rest undone, -
+The Lord have mercy on him!
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Tom Conisby (23) is stout and stern,
+Yet of a sweet condition;
+To them he loves his crime was great,
+He read the King's commission,
+And required Cranborn to assist;
+He charged, but should have pray'd him;
+Tom was so bold he did require
+All for the King should aid him.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+But I Win. Bodnam (24) had forgot,
+Had suffer'd so much hardship;
+There's no man in the Towre had left
+The King so young a wardship;
+He's firme both to the church and crowne,
+The crown law and the canon;
+The Houses put him to his shifts,
+And his wife's father Mammon.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Sir Henry Vaughan (25) looks as grave
+As any beard can make him;
+Those come poore prisoners for to see
+Doe for our patriarke take him.
+Old Harry is a right true-blue,
+As valiant as Pendraggon;
+And would be loyall to his King,
+Had King Charles ne'er a rag on.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+John Lilburne (26) is a stirring blade,
+And understands the matter;
+He neither will king, bishops, lords,
+Nor th' House of Commons flatter:
+John loves no power prerogative,
+But that derived from Sion;
+As for the mitre and the crown,
+Those two he looks awry on.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Tom Violet (27) swears his injuries
+Are scarcely to be numbred;
+He was close prisoner to the State
+These score dayes and nine hundred;
+For Tom does set down all the dayes,
+And hopes he has good debters;
+'Twould be no treason (Jenkin sayes)
+To bring them peaceful letters.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+Poore Hudson (28) of all was the last,
+For it was his disaster,
+He met a turncoat swore that he
+Was once King Charles his master;
+So he to London soon was brought,
+But came in such a season,
+Their martial court was then cry'd down,
+They could not try his treason.
+The king sent us, etc.
+
+Else Hudson had gone to the pot,
+Who is he can abide him?
+For he was master to the King,
+And (which is more) did guide him.
+Had Hudson done (as Judas did),
+Most loyally betray'd him,
+The Houses are so noble, they
+As bravely would have paid him.
+The King sent us, etc.
+
+We'll then conclude with hearty healths
+To King Charles and Queen Mary;
+To the black lad in buff (the Prince),
+So like his grandsire Harry;
+To York, to Glo'ster; may we not
+Send Turk and Pope defiance,
+Since we such gallant seconds have
+To strengthen our alliance?
+Wee'l drink them o're and o're again,
+Else we're unthankfull creatures;
+Since Charles, the wise, the valiant King,
+Takes us for loyall traytors.
+
+This if you will rhyme dogrell call,
+(That you please you may name it,)
+One of the loyal traytors here
+Did for a ballad frame it:
+Old Chevy Chace was in his minde;
+If any suit it better,
+All those concerned in the song
+Will kindly thank the setter.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Upon His Majesty's Coming To Holmby
+
+
+
+Charles I., after his surrender to the English Commissioners by the
+Scotch, was conveyed to Holmby House, Northamptonshire, 16th
+February, 1647.
+
+
+Hold out, brave Charles, and thou shaft win the field;
+Thou canst not lose thyself, unless thou yield
+On such conditions as will force thy hand
+To give away thy sceptre, crown, and land.
+And what is worse, to hazard by thy fall,
+To lose a greater crown, more worth than all.
+
+Thy poor distressed Cavaliers rejoyced
+To hear thy royal resolution voiced,
+And are content far more poor to be
+Than yet they are, so it reflects from thee.
+Thou art our sovereign still, in spite of hate;
+Our zeal is to thy PERSON, not thy STATE.
+
+We are not so ambitious to desire
+Our drooping fortunes to be mounted higher,
+And thou so great a monarch, to our grief,
+Must sue unto thy subjects for relief:
+And when they sit and long debate about it,
+Must either stay their time, or go without it.
+
+No, sacred prince, thy friends esteem thee more
+In thy distresses than ere they did before;
+And though their wings be clipt, their wishes fly
+To heaven by millions, for a fresh supply.
+That as thy cause was so betray'd by MEN,
+It may by ANGELS be restored agen.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  I Thank You Twice
+
+
+
+Or
+
+The city courting their own ruin,
+Thank the Parliament twice for their treble undoing.
+A street ballad.  From a broadside, 1647.
+
+
+The hierarchy is out of date,
+Our monarchy was sick of late,
+But now 'tis grown an excellent state:
+Oh, God a-mercy, Parliament!
+
+The teachers knew not what to say,
+The 'prentices have leave to play,
+The people have all forgotten to pray;
+Still, God a-mercy, Parliament!
+
+The Roundhead and the Cavalier
+Have fought it out almost seven year,
+And yet, methinks, they are never the near:
+Oh, God, etc.
+
+The gentry are sequester'd all;
+Our wives you find at Goldsmith Hall,
+For there they meet with the devil and all;
+Still, God, etc.
+
+The Parliament are grown to that height
+They care not a pin what his Majesty saith;
+And they pay all their debts with the public faith.
+Oh, God, etc.
+
+Though all we have here is brought to nought,
+In Ireland we have whole lordships bought,
+There we shall one day be rich, 'tis thought:
+Still, God, etc.
+
+We must forsake our father and mother,
+And for the State undo our own brother
+And never leave murthering one another:
+Oh, God, etc.
+
+Now the King is caught and the devil is dead;
+Fairfax must be disbanded,
+Or else he may chance be Hotham-ed.
+Still, God, etc.
+
+They have made King Charles a glorious king,
+He was told, long ago, of such a thing;
+Now he and his subjects have reason to sing,
+Oh, God, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Cities Loyaltie To The King
+
+
+
+(Aug. 13th, 1647.)
+
+The city of London made several demonstrations this year to support
+the Presbyterian party in the Parliament against the Independents
+and the army.  In the latter end of September, after the army had
+marched to London, and the Parliament acted under its influence,
+the lord mayor and a large part of the aldermen were committed to
+the Tower on the charge of high treason; and a new mayor for the
+rest of the year was appointed by the Parliament.
+
+To the tune of "London is a fine town and a gallant city."
+
+
+Why kept your train-bands such a stirre?
+Why sent you them by clusters?
+Then went into Saint James's Parke?
+Why took you then their musters?
+Why rode my Lord up Fleet-street
+With coaches at least twenty,
+And fill'd they say with aldermen,
+As good they had been empty?
+London is a brave towne,
+Yet I their cases pitty;
+Their mayor and some few aldermen
+Have cleane undone the city.
+
+The 'prentices are gallant blades,
+And to the king are clifty;
+But the lord mayor and aldermen
+Are scarce so wise as thrifty.
+I'le pay for the apprentices,
+They to the King were hearty;
+For they have done all that they can
+To advance their soveraignes party.
+London, etc.
+
+What's now become of your brave Poyntz?
+And of your Generall Massey? (29)
+If you petition for a peace,
+These gallants they will slash yee.
+Where now are your reformadoes?
+To Scotland gone together:
+'Twere better they were fairly trusst
+Then they should bring them thither.
+London, etc.
+
+But if your aldermen were false,
+Or Glyn, that's your recorder! (30)
+Let them never betray you more,
+But hang them up in order.
+All these men may be coach't as well
+As any other sinner
+Up Holborne, and ride forwarde still,
+To Tyburne to their dinner.
+London, &c.
+
+God send the valiant General may
+Restore the King to glory! (31)
+Then that name I have honour'd so
+Will famous be in story;
+While if he doe not, I much feare
+The ruine of the nation,
+And (that I should be loth to see)
+His house's desolation.
+London, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Lawyers' Lamentation For The Loss Of Charing-Cross
+
+
+
+From a Collection of Loyal Songs, 1610 to 1660.
+
+
+Undone! undone! the lawyers cry,
+They ramble up and down;
+We know not the way to WESTMINSTER
+Now CHARING-CROSS is down.
+Now fare thee well, old Charing-Cross,
+Then fare thee well, old stump;
+It was a thing set up by a King,
+And so pull'd down by the RUMP.
+
+And when they came to the bottom of the Strand
+They were all at a loss:
+This is not the way to WESTMINSTER,
+We must go by CHARING-CROSS.
+Then fare thee well, etc.
+
+The Parliament did vote it down
+As a thing they thought most fitting,
+For fear it should fall, and so kill 'em all
+In the House as they were sitting.
+Then fare thee well, etc.
+
+Some letters about this CROSS were found,
+Or else it might been freed;
+But I dare say, and safely swear,
+It could neither write nor read.
+Then fare thee well, etc.
+
+The WHIGs they do affirm and say
+To POPERY it was bent;
+For what I know it might be so,
+For to church it never went,
+Then fare thee well, etc.
+
+This cursed RUMP-REBELLIOUS CREW,
+They were so damn'd hard-hearted;
+They pass'd a vote that CHARING-CROSS
+Should be taken down and carted:
+Then fare thee well, etc.
+
+Now, WHIGS, I would advise you all,
+'Tis what I'd have you do;
+For fear the King should come again,
+Pray pull down TYBURN too.
+Then fare thee well, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Downfal Of Charing-Cross
+
+
+
+Charing-Cross, as it stood before the civil wars, was one of those
+beautiful Gothic obelisks, erected to conjugal affection by Edward
+I., who built such a one wherever the hearse of his beloved Eleanor
+rested in its way from Lincolnshire to Westminster.  But neither
+its ornamental situation, the beauty of its structure, nor the
+noble design of its erection (which did honour to humanity), could
+preserve it from the merciless zeal of the times; for in 1647 it
+was demolished by order of the House of Commons, as Popish and
+superstitious.  This occasioned the following not unhumorous
+sarcasm, which has been often printed among the popular sonnets of
+those times.
+
+The plot referred to in ver. 3 was that entered into by Mr Waller
+the poet, and others, with a view to reduce the city and Tower to
+the service of the King; for which two of them, Nath. Tomkins and
+Richard Chaloner, suffered death, July 5, 1643.  Vid. Ath. Ox. 11.
+24. - PERCY'S RELIQUES OF ANCIENT ENGLISH POETRY.
+
+
+Undone! undone! the lawyers are,
+They wander about the towne,
+Nor can find the way to Westminster
+Now Charing-Cross is downe:
+At the end of the Strand they make a stand,
+Swearing they are at a loss,
+And chaffing say, that's not the way,
+They must go by Charing-Cross.
+
+The Parliament to vote it down
+Conceived it very fitting,
+For fear it should fall, and kill them all
+In the House as they were sitting.
+They were told god-wot, it had a plot,
+Which made them so hard-hearted,
+To give command it should not stand,
+But be taken down and carted.
+
+Men talk of plots, this might have been worse,
+For anything I know,
+Than that TOMKINS and CHALONER
+Were hang'd for long agoe.
+Our Parliament did that prevent,
+And wisely them defended,
+For plots they will discover still
+Before they were intended.
+
+But neither man, woman, nor child
+Will say, I'm confident,
+They ever heard it speak one word
+Against the Parliament.
+An informer swore it letters bore,
+Or else it had been freed;
+In troth I'll take my Bible oath
+It could neither write nor read.
+
+The Committee said that verify
+To Popery it was bent:
+For ought I know, it might be so,
+For to church it never went.
+What with excise, and such device,
+The kingdom doth begin
+To think you'll leave them ne'er a cross
+Without doors nor within.
+
+Methinks the Common-council should
+Of it have taken pity,
+'Cause, good old cross, it always stood
+So firmly to the city.
+Since crosses you so much disdain,
+Faith, if I were as you,
+For fear the King should rule again
+I'd pull down Tiburn too.
+
+
+Whitlocke says, "May 3rd, 1643, Cheapside Cross and other crosses
+were voted down," &c.  When this vote was put in execution does not
+appear; probably not till many mouths after Tomkins and Chaloner
+had suffered.
+
+We had a very curious account of the pulling down of Cheapside
+Cross lately published in one of the Numbers of the GENTLEMEN'S
+MAGAZINE, 1766. - PERCY'S RELIQUES.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Long Parliament
+
+
+
+By John Cleveland.
+
+
+Most gracious and omnipotent,
+And everlasting Parliament,
+Whose power and majesty
+Are greater than all kings by odds;
+And to account you less than gods
+Must needs be blasphemy.
+
+Mosses and Aaron ne'er did do
+More wonder than is wrought by you
+For England's Israel;
+But though the Red Sea we have past,
+If you to Canaan bring's at last,
+Is't not a miracle - ?
+
+In six years' space you have done more
+Than all the parliaments before;
+You have quite done the work.
+The King, the Cavalier, and Pope,
+You have o'erthrown, and next we hope
+You will confound the Turk.
+
+By you we have deliverance
+From the design of Spain and France,
+Ormond, Montrose, the Danes;
+You, aided by our brethren Scots,
+Defeated have malignant plots,
+And brought your sword to Cain's.
+
+What wholesome laws you have ordain'd,
+Whereby our property's maintain'd,
+'Gainst those would us undo;
+So that our fortunes and our lives,
+Nay, what is dearer, our own wives,
+Are wholly kept by you.
+
+Oh! what a flourishing Church and State
+Have we enjoy'd e'er since you sate,
+With a glorious King (God save him!):
+Have you not made his Majesty,
+Had he the grace but to comply,
+And do as you would have him!
+
+Your DIRECTORY how to pray
+By the spirit shows the perfect way;
+In real you have abolisht
+The Dagon of the COMMON PRAYER,
+And next we see you will take care
+That churches be demolisht.
+
+A multitude in every trade
+Of painful preachers you have made,
+Learned by revelation;
+Cambridge and Oxford made poor preachers,
+Each shop affordeth better teachers, -
+O blessed reformation!
+
+Your godly wisdom hath found out
+The true religion, without doubt;
+For sure among so many
+We have five hundred at the least;
+Is not the gospel much increast?
+All must be pure, if any.
+
+Could you have done more piously
+Than sell church lands the King to buy,
+And stop the city's plaints?
+Paying the Scots church-militant,
+That the new gospel helpt to plant;
+God knows they are poor saints!
+
+Because th' Apostles' Creed is lame,
+Th' Assembly doth a better frame,
+Which saves us all with ease;
+Provided still we have the grace
+To believe th' House in the first place,
+Our works be what they please.
+
+'Tis strange your power and holiness
+Can't the Irish devils dispossess,
+His end is very stout:
+But tho' you do so often pray,
+And ev'ry month keep fasting-day,
+You cannot cast them out.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Puritan
+
+
+
+By John Cleveland.  To the tune of "An old Courtier of the
+Queen's."
+
+
+With face and fashion to be known,
+For one of sure election;
+With eyes all white, and many a groan,
+With neck aside to draw in tone,
+With harp in's nose, or he is none:
+See a new teacher of the town,
+Oh the town, oh the town's new teacher!
+
+With pate cut shorter than the brow,
+With little ruff starch'd, you know how,
+With cloak like Paul, no cape I trow,
+With surplice none; but lately now
+With hands to thump, no knees to bow:
+See a new teacher, etc.
+
+With coz'ning cough, and hollow cheek,
+To get new gatherings every week,
+With paltry change of AND to EKE,
+With some small Hebrew, and no Greek,
+To find out words, when stuff's to seek:
+See a new teacher, etc.
+
+With shop-board breeding and intrusion,
+With some outlandish institution,
+With Ursine's catechism to muse on,
+With system's method for confusion,
+With grounds strong laid of mere illusion:
+See a new teacher, etc.
+
+With rites indifferent all damned,
+And made unlawful, if commanded;
+Good works of Popery down banded,
+And moral laws from him estranged,
+Except the sabbath still unchanged:
+See a new teacher, etc.
+
+With speech unthought, quick revelation,
+With boldness in predestination,
+With threats of absolute damnation
+Yet YEA and NAY hath some salvation
+For his own tribe, not every nation:
+See a new teacher, etc.
+
+With after license cast a crown,
+When Bishop new had put him down;
+With tricks call'd repetition,
+And doctrine newly brought to town
+Of teaching men to hang and drown:
+See a new teacher, etc.
+
+With flesh-provision to keep Lent,
+With shelves of sweetmeats often spent,
+Which new maid bought, old lady sent,
+Though, to be saved, a poor present,
+Yet legacies assure to event:
+See a new teacher, etc.
+
+With troops expecting him at th' door,
+That would hear sermons, and no more;
+With noting tools, and sighs great store,
+With Bibles great to turn them o'er,
+While he wrests places by the score:
+See a new teacher, etc.
+
+With running text, the named forsaken,
+With FOR and BUT, both by sense shaken,
+Cheap doctrines forced, wild uses taken,
+Both sometimes one by mark mistaken;
+With anything to any shapen:
+See a new teacher, etc.
+
+With new-wrought caps, against the canon,
+For taking cold, tho' sure he have none;
+A sermon's end, where he began one,
+A new hour long, when's glass had run one,
+New use, new points, new notes to stand on:
+See a new teacher, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Roundhead
+
+
+
+From Samuel Butler's Posthumous Works.
+
+
+What creature's that, with his short hairs,
+His little band, and huge long ears,
+That this new faith hath founded?
+The saints themselves were never such,
+The prelates ne'er ruled half so much;
+Oh! such a rogue's a Roundhead.
+
+What's he that doth the bishops hate,
+And counts their calling reprobate,
+'Cause by the Pope propounded;
+And thinks a zealous cobbler better
+Than learned Usher in ev'ry letter?
+Oh! such a rogue's a Roundhead.
+
+What's he that doth HIGH TREASON say,
+As often as his YEA and NAY,
+And wish the King confounded;
+And dares maintain that Mr Pim
+Is fitter for a crown than him?
+Oh! such a rogue's a Roundhead.
+
+What's he that if he chance to hear
+A little piece of COMMON PRAYER,
+Doth think his conscience wounded;
+Will go five miles to preach and pray,
+And meet a sister by the way?
+Oh! such a rogue's a Roundhead.
+
+What's he that met a holy sister
+And in a haycock gently kiss'd her?
+Oh! then his zeal abounded:
+'Twas underneath a shady willow,
+Her Bible served her for a pillow,
+And there he got a Roundhead.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Prattle Your Pleasure Under The Rose
+
+
+
+From the King's Pamphlets, British Museum.
+
+
+There is an old proverb which all the world knows,
+Anything may be spoke, if 't be under the rose:
+Then now let us speak, whilst we are in the hint,
+Of the state of the land, and th' enormities in't.
+
+Under the rose be it spoke, there is a number of knaves,
+More than ever were known in a State before;
+But I hope that their mischiefs have digg'd their own graves,
+And we'll never trust knaves for their sakes any more.
+
+Under the rose be it spoken, the city's an ass
+So long to the public to let their gold run,
+To keep the King out; but 'tis now come to pass,
+I am sure they will lose, whosoever has won.
+
+Under the rose be it spoken, there's a company of men,
+Trainbands they are called - a plague confound 'em:-
+And when they are waiting at Westminster Hall,
+May their wives be beguiled and begat with child all!
+
+Under the rose be it spoken, there's a damn'd committee
+Sits in hell (Goldsmiths' Hall), in the midst of the city,
+Only to sequester the poor Cavaliers -
+The devil take their souls, and the hangman their ears.
+
+Under the rose be it spoken, if you do not repent
+Of that horrible sin, your pure Parliament,
+Pray stay till Sir Thomas doth bring in the King,
+Then Derrick (32) may chance have 'em all in a string.
+
+Under the rose be it spoken, let the synod now leave
+To wrest the whole Scripture, how souls to deceive;
+For all they have spoken or taught will ne'er save 'em,
+Unless they will leave that fault, hell's sure to have 'em!
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Dominion Of The Sword
+
+
+
+A song made in the Rebellion.
+
+From the Loyal Garland, 1686.  To the tune of "Love lies a
+bleeding."
+
+
+Lay by your pleading,
+Law lies a bleeding;
+Burn all your studies down, and
+Throw away your reading.
+
+Small pow'r the word has,
+And can afford us
+Not half so much privilege as
+The sword does.
+
+It fosters your masters,
+It plaisters disasters,
+It makes the servants quickly greater
+Than their masters.
+
+It venters, it enters,
+It seeks and it centers,
+It makes a'prentice free in spite
+Of his indentures.
+
+It talks of small things,
+But it sets up all things;
+This masters money, though money
+Masters all things.
+
+It is not season
+To talk of reason,
+Nor call it loyalty, when the sword
+Will have it treason.
+
+It conquers the crown, too,
+The grave and the gown, too,
+First it sets up a presbyter, and
+Then it pulls him down too.
+
+This subtle disaster
+Turns bonnet to beaver;
+Down goes a bishop, sirs, and up
+Starts a weaver.
+
+This makes a layman
+To preach and to pray, man;
+And makes a lord of him that
+Was but a drayman.
+
+Far from the gulpit
+Of Saxby's pulpit,
+This brought an Hebrew ironmonger
+To the pulpit.
+
+Such pitiful things be
+More happy than kings be;
+They get the upper hand of Thimblebee
+And Slingsbee.
+
+No gospel can guide it,
+No law can decide it,
+In Church or State, till the sword
+Has sanctified it.
+
+Down goes your law-tricks,
+Far from the matricks,
+Sprung up holy Hewson's power,
+And pull'd down St Patrick's.
+
+This sword it prevails, too,
+So highly in Wales, too,
+Shenkin ap Powel swears
+"Cots-splutterer nails, too."
+
+In Scotland this faster
+Did make such disaster,
+That they sent their money back
+For which they sold their master.
+
+It batter'd their Gunkirk,
+And so it did their Spainkirk,
+That he is fled, and swears the devil
+Is in Dunkirk.
+
+He that can tower,
+Or he that is lower,
+Would be judged a fool to put
+Away his power.
+
+Take books and rent 'em,
+Who can invent 'em,
+When that the sword replies,
+NEGATUR ARGUMENTUM.
+
+Your brave college-butlers
+Must stoop to the sutlers;
+There's ne'er a library
+Like to the cutlers'.
+
+The blood that was spilt, sir,
+Hath gain'd all the gilt, sir;
+Thus have you seen me run my
+Sword up to the hilt, sir.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The State's New Coin
+
+
+
+The coinage issued during the Protectorate of Cromwell, consisted
+of pieces having on the obverse side a shield with St George's
+cross, encircled by a laurel and palm branch, and the words, "The
+Commonwealth of England."  On the reverse side was the legend, "God
+with us," and two shields, bearing the arms of England and Ireland.
+
+
+Saw you the State's money new come from the Mint?
+Some people do say it is wonderous fine;
+And that you may read a great mystery in't,
+Of mighty King Nol, the lord of the coin.
+
+They have quite omitted his politic head,
+His worshipful face, and his excellent nose;
+But the better to show the life he had led,
+They have fix'd upon it the print of his hose.
+
+For, if they had set up his picture there,
+They needs must ha' crown'd him in Charles's stead;
+But 'twas cunningly done, that they did forbear,
+And rather would set up aught else than his head.
+
+'Tis monstrous strange, and yet it is true,
+In this reformation we should have such luck;
+That crosses were always disdain'd by you,
+Who before pull'd them down, should now set them up.
+
+On this side they have circumscribed "God with us,"
+And in this stamp and coin they confide;
+COMMON-WEALTH on the other, by which we may guess
+That God and the States were not both of a side.
+
+On this side they have cross and harp,
+And only a cross on the other set forth;
+By which we may learn, it falls to our part
+Two crosses to have for one fit of mirth!
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Anarchie, Or The Blest Reformation Since 1640
+
+
+
+Being a new song, wherein the people expresse their thankes and
+pray for the reformers.
+
+To be said or sung of all the well-affected of the kingdome of
+England, and dominion of Wales, before the breaking up of this
+unhappy Parliament.
+
+[From the King's Pamphlets, British Museum.  It is printed but
+incorrectly in the "Rump Songs," ed. 1665, under the title of "The
+Rebellion."]
+
+To a rare new Tune.  (Oct. 24, 1648.)
+
+
+Now that, thankes to the powers below!
+We have e'ne done out our doe,
+The mitre is downe, and so is the crowne,
+And with them the coronet too;
+Come clownes, and come boyes, come hober-de-hoyes,
+Come females of each degree;
+Stretch your throats, bring in your votes,
+And make good the anarchy.
+And "thus it shall goe," sayes Alice;
+"Nay, thus it shall goe," sayes Amy;
+"Nay, thus it shall goe," sayes Taffie, "I trow;"
+"Nay, thus it shall goe," sayes Jamy.
+
+Ah! but the truth, good people all,
+The truth is such a thing;
+For it wou'd undoe both Church and State too,
+And cut the throat of our King.
+Yet not the spirit, nor the new light,
+Can make this point so cleare,
+But thou must bring out, thou deified rout,
+What thing this truth is, and where.
+Speak Abraham, speak Kester, speak Judith, speak Hester,
+Speak tag and rag, short coat and long;
+Truth's the spell made us rebell,
+And murther and plunder, ding-dong.
+"Sure I have the truth," sayes Numph;
+"Nay, I ha' the truth," sayes Clemme;
+"Nay, I ha' the truth," sayes Reverend Ruth;
+"Nay, I ha' the truth," sayes Nem.
+
+Well, let the truth be where it will,
+We're sure all else is ours;
+Yet these divisions in our religions
+May chance abate our powers.
+Then let's agree on some one way,
+It skills not much how true;
+Take Pryn and his clubs; or Say and his tubs, (33)
+Or any sect old or new;
+The devil's i' th' pack, if choyce you can lack,
+We're fourscore religions strong;
+Take your choyce, the major voyce
+Shall carry it, right or wrong.
+"Then wee'le be of this," sayes Megg;
+"Nay, wee'le be of that," sayes Tibb;
+"Nay, wee'le be of all," sayes pitifull Paul;
+"Nay, wee'le be of none," sayes Gibb.
+
+Neighbours and friends, pray one word more,
+There's something yet behinde;
+And wise though you be, you doe not well see
+In which doore sits the winde.
+As for religion to speake right,
+And in the Houses sence,
+The matter's all one to have any or none,
+If 'twere not for the pretence.
+But herein doth lurke the key of the worke,
+Even to dispose of the crowne,
+Dexteriously, and as may be,
+For your behoofe and your owne.
+"Then let's ha' King Charles," sayes George;
+"Nay, let's have his son," sayes Hugh;
+"Nay, let's have none," sayes Jabbering Jone;
+"Nay, let's be all kings," sayes Prue.
+
+Oh we shall have (if we go on
+In plunder, excise, and blood)
+But few folke and poore to domineere ore,
+And that will not be so good;
+Then let's resolve on some new way,
+Some new and happy course,
+The country's growne sad, the city horne-mad,
+And both the Houses are worse.
+The synod hath writ, the generall hath spit,
+And both to like purposes too;
+Religion, lawes, the truth, the cause,
+Are talk't of, but nothing we doe.
+"Come, come, shal's ha' peace?" sayes Nell;
+"No, no, but we won't," sayes Madge;
+"But I say we will," sayes firy-faced Phill;
+"We will and we won't," sayes Hodge.
+
+Thus from the rout who can expect
+Ought but division?
+Since unity doth with monarchy
+Begin and end in one.
+If then when all is thought their owne,
+And lyes at their behest,
+These popular pates reap nought but debates,
+From that many round-headed beast;
+Come, Royalists, then, doe you play the men,
+And Cavaliers give the word;
+Now let us see at what you would 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 owne!" sayes Nan.
+
+Now for these prudent things that sit
+Without end and to none,
+And their committees, that townes and cities
+Fill with confusion;
+For the bold troopes 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'le pray, and in such a way,
+As if it might granted be,
+Jack and Gill, Mat and Will,
+And all the world would agree.
+"A plague take them all!" sayes Besse;
+"And a pestilence too!" sayes Margery,
+"The devill!" sayes Dick; "And his dam, (34) too!" sayes Nick;
+"Amen! and Amen!" say I.
+
+
+It is desired that the knights and burgesses would take especial
+care to send down full numbers hereof to their respective counties
+and burroughs, for which they have served apprenticeship, that all
+the people may rejoyce as one man for their freedom.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A Coffin For King Charles, A Crown For Cromwell, And A Pit
+For The People
+
+
+
+From a broadside in the King's Pamphlets, vol. viii. in the British
+Museum, with the direction, "You may sing this to the tune of
+'Faine I would.'"  The tune sometimes called "Parthenia," and "The
+King's Complaint," is to be found in Mr Chappell's Popular Music of
+the Olden Time.  The King was beheaded in January, 1649.  This
+Ballad is dated the 23rd of April in the same year.
+
+
+CROMWELL ON THE THRONE.
+
+So, so, the deed is done,
+The royal head is sever'd,
+As I meant when I first begun,
+And strongly have endeavour'd.
+Now Charles the First is tumbled down,
+The Second I do not fear;
+I grasp the sceptre, wear the crown,
+Nor for Jehovah care.
+
+KING CHARLES IN HIS COFFIN.
+
+Think'st thou, base slave, though in my grave
+Like other men I lie,
+My sparkling fame and royal name
+Can (as thou wishest) die?
+Know, caitif, in my son I live
+(The Black Prince call'd by some),
+And he shall ample vengeance give
+To those that did my doom.
+
+THE PEOPLE IN THE PIT.
+
+Supprest, deprest, involved in woes,
+Great Charles, thy people be
+Basely deceived with specious shows
+By those that murther'd thee.
+We are enslaved to tyrants' hests,
+Who have our freedom won:
+Our fainting hope now only rests
+On thy succeeding son.
+
+CROMWELL ON THE THRONE.
+
+Base vulgar! know, the more you stir,
+The more your woes increase,
+Your rashness will your hopes deter,
+'Tis we must give you peace.
+Black Charles a traitor is proclaim'd
+Unto our dignity;
+He dies (if e'er by us he's gain'd)
+Without all remedy.
+
+KING CHARLES IN HIS COFFIN.
+
+Thrice perjured villain! didst not thou
+And thy degenerate train,
+By mankind's Saviour's body vow
+To me thy sovereign,
+To make me the most glorious king
+That e'er o'er England reign'd;
+That me and mine in everything
+By you should be maintain'd?
+
+THE PEOPLE IN THE PIT.
+
+Sweet prince!  O let us pardon crave
+Of thy beloved shade;
+'Tis we that brought thee to the grave,
+Thou wert by us betray'd.
+We did believe 'twas reformation
+These monsters did desire;
+Not knowing that thy degradation
+And death should be our hire.
+
+CROMWELL ON THE THRONE.
+
+Ye sick-brain'd fools! whose wit does lie
+In your small guts; could you
+Imagine our conspiracy
+Did claim no other due,
+But for to spend our dearest bloods
+To make rascallions flee?
+No, we sought for your lives and goods,
+And for a monarchy.
+
+KING CHARLES IN HIS COFFIN.
+
+But there's a Thunderer above,
+Who, though he winks awhile,
+Is not with your black deeds in love,
+He hates your damned guile.
+And though a time you perch upon
+The top of Fortune's wheel,
+You shortly unto Acharon
+(Drunk with your crimes) shall reel.
+
+THE PEOPLE IN THE PIT.
+
+Meanwhile (thou glory of the earth)
+We languishing do die:
+EXCISE doth give free-quarters birth,
+While soldiers multiply.
+Our lives we forfeit every day,
+Our money cuts our throats;
+The laws are taken clean away,
+Or shrunk to traitor's votes.
+
+CROMWELL ON THE THRONE.
+
+Like patient mules resolve to bear
+Whate'er we shall impose;
+Your lives and goods you need not fear,
+We'll prove your friends, not foes.
+We (the ELECTED ones) must guide
+A thousand years this land;
+You must be props unto our pride,
+And slaves to our command.
+
+KING CHARLES IN HIS COFFIN.
+
+But you may fail of your fair hopes,
+If fates propitious be;
+And yield your loathed lives in ropes
+To vengeance and to me.
+When as the Swedes and Irish join,
+The Cumbrian and the Scot
+Do with the Danes and French combine,
+Then look unto your lot.
+
+THE PEOPLE IN THE PIT.
+
+Our wrongs have arm'd us with such strength,
+So sad is our condition,
+That could we hope that now at length
+We might find intermission,
+And had but half we had before,
+Ere these mechanics sway'd;
+To our revenge, knee-deep in gore,
+We would not fear to wade.
+
+CROMWELL ON THE THRONE.
+
+In vain (fond people) do you grutch
+And tacitly repine.
+For why? my skill and strength are such
+Both poles of heaven are mine.
+Your hands and purses both cohered
+To raise us to this height:
+You must protect those you have rear'd,
+Or sink beneath their weight.
+
+KING CHARLES IN HIS COFFIN.
+
+Singing with angels near the throne
+Of the Almighty Three
+I sit, and know perdition
+(Base Cromwell) waits on thee,
+And on thy vile associates:
+Twelve months (35) shall full conclude
+Your power - thus speak the powerful fates,
+Then VADES your interlude.
+
+THE PEOPLE IN THE PIT.
+
+Yea, powerful fates, haste, haste the time,
+The most auspicious day,
+On which these monsters of our time
+To hell must post away.
+Meanwhile, so pare their sharpen'd claws,
+And so impair their stings,
+We may no more fight for the Cause
+Or other NOVEL things!
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A Short Litany For The Year 1649
+
+
+
+By Samuel Butler.  (From his Posthumous Works.)
+
+
+From all the mischiefs that I mention here,
+Preserve us, Heaven, in this approaching year:
+From civil wars and those uncivil things
+That hate the race of all our queens and kings;
+From those who for self-ends would all betray,
+From saints that curse and flatter when they pray;
+From those that hold it merit to rebel,
+In treason, murthers, and in theft excel;
+From those new teachers have destroy'd the old,
+And those that turn the gospel into gold;
+From a High-Court, and that rebellious crew
+That did their hands in royal blood imbrue, -
+Defend us, Heaven, and to the throne restore
+The rightful heir, and we will ask no more.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Sale Of Rebellion's House-Hold Stuff
+
+
+
+Printed in "Percy's Reliques," from an old black-letter copy in Mr
+Pepys' collection, corrected by two others, one of which is
+preserved in a Choice Collection of 120 Loyal Songs - 1684
+
+To the tune of "Old Sir Simon the King."
+
+
+Rebellion hath broken up house,
+And hath left me old lumber to sell;
+Come hither and take your choice,
+I'll promise to use you well.
+Will you buy the old Speaker's chair?
+Which was warm and easy to sit in,
+And oft has been clean'd, I declare,
+Whereas it was fouler than fitting.
+Says old Simon the King,
+Says old Simon the King,
+With his ale-dropt hose, and his Malmsey nose,
+Sing, hey ding, ding-a-ding, ding.
+
+Will you buy any bacon flitches,
+The fattest that ever were spent?
+They're the sides of the old committees
+Fed up in the Long Parliament.
+Here's a pair of bellows and tongs,
+And for a small matter I'll sell ye 'um,
+They are made of the presbyter's lungs,
+To blow up the coals of rebellion.
+Says old Simon, etc.
+
+I had thought to have given them once
+To some blacksmith for his forge;
+But now I have consider'd on't,
+They are consecrate to the Church:
+So I'll give them unto some quire,
+They will make the big organs roar,
+And the little pipes to squeak higher
+Than ever they could before.
+Says old Simon, etc.
+
+Here's a couple of stools for sale,
+One's square, and t'other is round;
+Betwixt them both, the tail
+Of the Rump fell down to the ground.
+Will you buy the State's council-table,
+Which was made of the good wain-Scot?
+The frame was a tottering Babel,
+To uphold th' Independent plot.
+Says old Simon, etc.
+
+Here's the besom of Reformation,
+Which should have made clean the floor;
+But it swept the wealth out of the nation,
+And left us dirt good store.
+Will you buy the state's spinning-wheel,
+Which spun for the roper's trade?
+But better it had stood still,
+For now it has spun a fair thread.
+Says old Simon, etc.
+
+Here's a glyster-pipe well tried,
+Which was made of a butcher's stump,
+And has been safely applied
+To cure the colds of the Rump.
+Here's a lump of pilgrim's-salve,
+Which once was a justice of peace,
+Who Noll and the devil did serve,
+But now it is come to this,
+Says old Simon, etc.
+
+Here's a roll of the State's tobacco,
+If any good fellow will take it;
+No Virginia had e'er such a Smack-o,
+And I'll tell you how they did make it:
+'Tis th' Engagement and Covenant cook't
+Up with the abjuration oath,
+And many of them that have took't
+Complain it was foul in the mouth.
+Says old Simon, etc.
+
+Yet the ashes may happily serve
+To cure the scab of the nation,
+Whene'er't has an itch to swerve
+To rebellion by innovation.
+A lanthorn here is to be bought,
+The like was scarce ever gotten,
+For many plots it has found out
+Before they ever were thought on.
+Says old Simon, etc.
+
+Will you buy the Rump's great saddle,
+With which it jockey'd the nation?
+And here is the bit and the bridle,
+And curb of dissimulation;
+And here's the trunk-hose of the Rump,
+And their fair dissembling cloak;
+And a Presbyterian jump,
+With an Independent smock.
+Says old Simon, etc.
+
+Will you buy a conscience oft turn'd,
+Which served the High-Court of justice,
+And stretch'd until England it mourn'd,
+But hell will buy that if the worst is.
+Here's Joan Cromwell's kitchen-stuff tub,
+Wherein is the fat of the Rumpers,
+With which old Noll's horns she did rub,
+When he was got drunk with false bumbers.
+Says old Simon, etc.
+
+Here's the purse of the public faith;
+Here's the model of the Sequestration,
+When the old wives upon their good troth
+Lent thimbles to ruin the nation.
+Here's Dick Cromwell's Protectorship,
+And here are Lambert's commissions,
+And here is Hugh Peters his scrip,
+Cramm'd with tumultuous petitions.
+Says old Simon, etc.
+
+And here are old Noll's brewing vessels,
+And here are his dray and his flings;
+Here are Hewson's (36) awl and his bristles,
+With diverse other odd things:
+And what is the price doth belong
+To all these matters before ye?
+I'll sell them all for an old song,
+And so I do end my story.
+Says old Simon, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Cavalier's Farewell To His Mistress, Being Called To
+The Warrs
+
+
+
+The following song was extracted from the MS. Diary of the Rev.
+John Adamson (afterwards Rector of Burton Coggles, Lincolnshire),
+commencing in 1658; by a correspondent of Notes and Queries, First
+Series, Jan. 18, 1851.
+
+
+Fair Fidelia, tempt no more,
+I may no more thy deity adore
+Nor offer to thy shrine,
+I serve one more divine
+And farr more great than you:
+I must goe,
+Lest the foe
+Gaine the cause and win the day.
+Let's march bravely on,
+Charge ym in the van,
+Our cause God's is,
+Though their odds is
+Ten to one.
+
+Tempt no more, I may not yeeld
+Altho' thine eyes
+A kingdome may surprize:
+Leave off thy wanton toiles,
+The high-borne Prince of Wales
+Is mounted in the field,
+Where the royall gentry flocke.
+Though alone
+Nobly borne
+Of a ne're decaying stocke.
+Cavaliers, be bold,
+Bravely keep your hold,
+He that loyters
+Is by traytors
+Bought and sold.
+
+One kisse more, and then farewell;
+Oh no, no more,
+I prithee give me o'er, -
+Why cloudest thou thy beames?
+I see by these extreames
+A woman's heaven or hell.
+Pray the King may have his owne,
+And the Queen
+May be seen
+With her babes on England's throne.
+Rally up your men,
+One shall vanquish ten,
+Victory, we
+Come to try thee
+Once agen.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Last News From France
+
+
+
+[From vol. iii. of the Roxburgh Ballads, in the British Museum.]
+
+The last news from France, being a true relation of the escape of
+the King of Scots from Worcester to London and from London to
+France, - who was conveyed away by a young gentleman in woman's
+apparel; the King of Scots attending on this supposed gentlewoman
+in manner of a serving-man.
+
+Tune, "When the King enjoys his own again."
+
+
+All you that do desire to know
+What is become of the King o' Scots,
+I unto you will truly show
+After the fight of Northern Rats.
+'Twas I did convey
+His Highness away,
+And from all dangers set him free; -
+In woman attire,
+As reason did require,
+And the King himself did wait on me.
+
+He of me a service did crave,
+And oftentimes to me stood bare;
+In woman's apparel he was most brave,
+And on his chin he had no hare;
+Wherever I came
+My speeches did frame
+So well my waiting-man to free,
+The like was never known
+I think by any I one,
+For the King himself did wait on me.
+
+My waiting-man a jewel had,
+Which I for want of money sold;
+Because my fortune was so bad
+We turn'd our jewel into gold.
+A good shift indeed,
+In time of our need,
+Then glad was I and glad was he;
+Our cause it did advance
+Until we came to France,
+And the King himself did wait on me.
+
+We walked through Westminster Hall,
+Where law and justice doth take place
+Our grief was great, our comfort small,
+We lookt grim death all in the face.
+I lookt round about,
+And made no other doubt
+But I and my man should taken be;
+The people little knew,
+As I may tell to you,
+The King himself did wait on me.
+
+From thence we went to the fatal place
+Where his father lost his life;
+And then my man did weep apace,
+And sorrow with him then was rife.
+I bid him peace,
+Let sorrow cease,
+For fear that we should taken be.
+The gallants in Whitehall
+Did little know at all
+That the King himself did wait on me.
+
+The King he was my serving-man,
+And thus the plot we did contrive:
+I went by the name of Mistress Anne
+When we took water at Queenhythe.
+A boat there we took,
+And London forsook,
+And now in France arrived are we.
+We got away by stealth,
+And the King is in good health,
+And he shall no longer wait on me.
+
+The King of Denmark's dead, they say,
+Then Charles is like to rule the land;
+In France he will no longer stay,
+As I do rightly understand.
+That land is his due,
+If they be but true,
+And he with them do well agree:
+I heard a bird sing
+If he once be their king,
+My man will then my master be.
+
+Now Heaven grant them better success
+With their young king than England had;
+Free from war and from distress,
+Their fortune may not be so bad;
+Since the case thus stands,
+Let neighbouring lands
+Lay down their arms and at quiet be;
+But as for my part,
+I am glad with all my heart
+That my King must now my master be.
+
+And thus I have declared to you
+By what means we escaped away;
+Now we bid our cares adieu,
+Though the King did lose the day.
+To him I was true,
+And that he well knew;
+'Tis God that must his comfort be,
+Else all our policy
+Had been but foolery,
+For the King no longer waits on me.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Song To The Figure Two
+
+
+
+From vol. ii. of the Roxburgh Ballads, in the British Museum.
+
+A merry new song wherein you may view
+The drinking healths of a joviall crew,
+To t' happie return of the figure of TWO.
+
+The figure of TWO is a palpable allusion to Charles II.  Tune,
+"Ragged, and torn, and true."
+
+
+I have been a traveller long,
+And seen the conditions of all;
+I see how each other they wrong,
+And the weakest still goes to the wall.
+And here I'll begin to relate
+The crosse condition of those
+That hinder our happy fate,
+And now are turned our foes.
+Here's a health to the figure of TWO,
+To the rest of the issue renown'd;
+We'll bid all our sorrows adieu,
+When the figure of TWO shall be crown'd.
+
+I crossed the ocean of late,
+And there I did meet with a crosse,
+But having a pretty estate,
+I never lamented my losse:
+I never lamented my harmes,
+And yet I was wondrous sad;
+I found all the land up in arms,
+And I thought all the folke had bin mad.
+Here's a health, etc.
+
+Kind countrymen, how fell ye out?
+I left you all quiet and still;
+But things are now brought so about,
+You nothing but plunder and kill;
+Some doe seem seemingly holy,
+And would be reformers of men,
+But wisdom doth laugh at their folly,
+And sayes they'll be children agen,
+Here's a health, etc.
+
+But woe to the figure of One!
+King Solomon telleth us so;
+But he shall be wronged by none
+That hath two strings to his bow.
+How I love this figure of TWO
+Among all the figures that be,
+I'll make it appear unto you
+If that you will listen to me.
+Here's a health, etc.
+
+Observe when the weather is cold
+I wear a cap on my head,
+But wish, if I may be so bold,
+The figure of TWO in my bed.
+TWO in my bed I do crave,
+And that is myself and my mate;
+But pray do not think I would have
+TWO large great hornes on my pate.
+Here's a health, etc.
+
+Since Nature hath given two hands,
+But when they are foul I might scorn them;
+Yet people thus much understands,
+TWO fine white gloves will adorn them.
+TWO feet for to bear up my body,
+No more had the knight of the sun;
+But people would think me a noddy
+If two shoes I would not put on.
+Here's a health, etc.
+
+The figure of TWO is a thing
+That we cannot well live without,
+No more than without a good king,
+Though we be never so stout;
+And thus we may well understand,
+If ever our troubles should cease,
+Two needful things in a land
+Is a king and a justice of peace.
+Here's a health, etc.
+
+And now for to draw to an end,
+I wish a good happy conclusion,
+The State would so much stand our friend,
+To end this unhappy confusion;
+The which might be done in a trice,
+In giving of Caesar his due;
+If we were so honest and wise
+As to think of the figure of TWO.
+Here's a health, etc.
+
+If any desire to know,
+This riddle I now will unfold,
+It is a man wrapped in woe,
+Whose father is wrapped in mould:
+So now to conclude my song,
+I mention him so much the rather
+Because he hath suffer'd some wrong,
+And bears up the name of his father.
+Here's a health, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Reformation
+
+
+
+Written in the year 1652, by Samuel Butler.  From his Posthumous
+Works.
+
+
+Tell me not of Lords and laws,
+Rules or reformation;
+All that's done not worth two straws
+To the welfare of the nation;
+If men in power do rant it still,
+And give no reason but their will
+For all their domination;
+Or if they do an act that's just,
+'Tis not because they would, but must,
+To gratify some party's lust.
+
+All our expense of blood and purse
+Has yet produced no profit;
+Men are still as bad or worse,
+And will whate'er comes of it.
+We've shuffled out and shuffled in
+The person, but retain the sin,
+To make our game the surer;
+Yet spight of all our pains and skill,
+The knaves all in the pack are still,
+And ever were, and ever will,
+Though something now demurer.
+
+And it can never be so,
+Since knaves are still in fashion;
+Men of souls so base and low,
+Meer bigots of the nation;
+Whose designs are power and wealth,
+At which by rapine, power, and stealth,
+Audaciously they vent're ye;
+They lay their consciences aside,
+And turn with every wind and tide,
+Puff'd on by ignorance and pride,
+And all to look like gentry.
+
+Crimes are not punish'd 'cause they're crimes,
+But cause they're low and little:
+Mean men for mean faults in these times
+Make satisfaction to tittle;
+While those in office and in power
+Boldly the underlings devour,
+Our cobweb laws can't hold 'em;
+They sell for many a thousand crown
+Things which were never yet their own,
+And this is law and custom grown,
+'Cause those do judge who sold 'em.
+
+Brothers still with brothers brawl,
+And for trifles sue 'em;
+For two pronouns that spoil all
+Contentious MEUM and TUUM.
+The wary lawyer buys and builds
+While the client sells his fields
+To sacrifice his fury;
+And when he thinks t' obtain his right,
+He's baffled off or beaten quite
+By the judge's will, or lawyer's slight,
+Or ignorance of the jury.
+
+See the tradesman how he thrives
+With perpetual trouble:
+How he cheats and how he strives,
+His estate t' enlarge and double;
+Extort,  oppress, grind and encroach,
+To be a squire and keep a coach,
+And to be one o' th' quorum;
+Who may with's brother-worships sit,
+And judge without law, fear, or wit,
+Poor petty thieves, that nothing get,
+And yet are brought before 'em.
+
+And his way to get all this
+Is mere dissimulation;
+No factious lecture does he miss,
+And 'scape no schism that's in fashion:
+But with short hair and shining shoes,
+He with two pens and note-book goes,
+And winks and writes at random;
+Thence with short meal and tedious grace,
+In a loud tone and public place,
+Sings wisdom's hymns, that trot and pace
+As if Goliah scann'd 'em.
+
+But when Death begins his threats,
+And his conscience struggles
+To call to mind his former cheats,
+Then at Heaven he turns and juggles:
+And out of all's ill-gotten store
+He gives a dribbling to the poor;
+An hospital or school-house;
+And the suborn'd priest for his hire
+Quite frees him from th' infernal fire,
+And places him in th' angel's quire:
+Thus these Jack-puddings fool us!
+
+All he gets by's pains i' th' close,
+Is, that he dy'd worth so much;
+Which he on's doubtful seed bestows,
+That neither care nor know much:
+Then fortune's favourite, his heir,
+Bred base and ignorant and bare,
+Is blown up like a bubble:
+Who wondering at's own sudden rise,
+By pride, simplicity, and vice,
+Falls to his sports, drink, drabs, and dice,
+And make all fly like stubble.
+
+And the Church, the other twin,
+Whose mad zeal enraged us,
+Is not purified a pin
+By all those broils in which th' engaged us:
+We our wives turn'd out of doors,
+And took in concubines and whores,
+To make an alteration;
+Our pulpitors are proud and bold,
+They their own wills and factions hold,
+And sell salvation still for gold,
+And here's our REFORMATION!
+
+'Tis a madness then to make
+Thriving our employment,
+And lucre love for lucre's sake,
+Since we've possession, not enjoyment:
+Let the times run on their course,
+For oppression makes them worse,
+We ne'er shall better find 'em;
+Let grandees wealth and power engross,
+And honour, too, while we sit close,
+And laugh and take our plenteous dose
+Of sack, and never mind 'em.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Upon The General Pardon Passed By The Rump
+
+
+
+From a broadside in the King's Pamphlets, British Museum.  After
+Cromwell's victory at Worcester, he prevailed on the Parliament to
+pass a general, or quasi-general, amnesty for all political
+offences committed prior to that time.
+
+
+Rejoice, rejoice, ye Cavaliers,
+For here comes that dispels your fears;
+A general pardon is now past,
+What was long look'd for, comes at last.
+
+It pardons all that are undone;
+The Pope ne'er granted such a one:
+So long, so large, so full, so free,
+Oh what a glorious State have we!
+
+Yet do not joy too much, my friends,
+First see how well this pardon ends;
+For though it hath a glorious face,
+I fear there's in't but little grace.
+
+'Tis said the mountains once brought forth, -
+And what brought they? a mouse, in troth;
+Our States have done the like, I doubt,
+In this their pardon now set out.
+
+We'll look it o'er, then, if you please,
+And see wherein it brings us ease:
+And first, it pardons words, I find,
+Against our State - words are but wind.
+
+Hath any pray'd for th' King of late,
+And wish'd confusion to our State?
+And call'd them rebels?  He may come in
+And plead this pardon for that sin.
+
+Has any call'd King Charles that's dead
+A martyr - he that lost his head?
+And villains those that did the fact?
+That man is pardon'd by this Act.
+
+Hath any said our Parliament
+I such a one as God ne'er sent?
+Or hath he writ, and put in print,
+That he believes the devil's in't?
+
+Or hath he said there never were
+Such tyrants anywhere as here?
+Though this offence of his be high,
+He's pardon'd for his blasphemy.
+
+You see how large this pardon is,
+It pardons all our MERCURIES, (37)
+And poets too, for you know they
+Are poor, and have not aught to pay.
+
+For where there's money to be got,
+I find this pardon pardons not;
+Malignants that were rich before,
+Shall not be pardon'd till they're poor.
+
+Hath any one been true to th' Crown,
+And for that paid his money down,
+By this new Act he shall be free,
+And pardon'd for his loyalty.
+
+Who have their lands confiscate quite,
+For not compounding when they might;
+If that they know not how to dig,
+This pardon gives them leave to beg.
+
+Before this Act came out in print,
+We thought there had been comfort in't;
+We drank some healths to the higher powers,
+But now we've seen't they'd need drink ours.
+
+For by this Act it is thought fit
+That no man shall have benefit,
+Unless he first engage to be
+A rebel to eternity.
+
+Thus, in this pardon it is clear
+That nothing's here and nothing's there:
+I think our States do mean to choke us
+With this new Act of HOCUS POCUS.
+
+Well, since this Act's not worth a pin,
+We'll pray our States to call it in,
+For most men think it ought to be
+Burnt by the hand of Gregory.
+
+Then, to conclude, here's little joy
+For those that pray VIVE LE ROY!
+But since they'll not forget our crimes,
+We'll keep our mirth till better times.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  An Old Song On Oliver's Court
+
+
+
+Written in the year 1654, by Samuel Butler.
+
+
+He that would a new courtier be
+And of the late coyn'd gentry;
+A brother of the prick-eared crew,
+Half a presbyter, half a Jew,
+When he is dipp'd in Jordan's flood,
+And wash'd his hands in royal blood,
+Let him to our court repair,
+Where all trades and religions are.
+
+If he can devoutly pray,
+Feast upon a fasting day,
+Be longer blessing a warm bit
+Than the cook was dressing it;
+With covenants and oaths dispense,
+Betray his lord for forty pence,
+Let him, etc.
+
+If he be one of the eating tribe,
+Both a Pharisee and a Scribe,
+And hath learn'd the snivelling tone
+Of a flux'd devotion;
+Cursing from his sweating tub
+The Cavaliers to Beelzebub,
+Let him, etc.
+
+Who sickler than the city ruff,
+Can change his brewer's coat to buff,
+His dray-cart to a coach, the beast
+Into Flanders mares at least;
+Nay, hath the art to murder kings,
+Like David, only with his slings,
+Let him, etc.
+
+If he can invert the word,
+Turning his ploughshare to a sword,
+His cassock to a coat of mail;
+'Gainst bishops and the clergy rail;
+Convert Paul's church into the mews;
+Make a new colonel of old shoes,
+Let him, etc.
+
+Who hath commission to convey
+Both sexes to JAMAICA,
+There to beget new babes of grace
+On wenches hotter than the place,
+Who carry in their tails a fire
+Will rather scorch than quench desire,
+Let him, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Parliament Routed, Or Here's A House To Be Let
+
+
+
+I hope that England, after many jarres,
+Shall be at peace, and give no way to warres:
+O Lord, protect the generall, that he
+May be the agent of our unitie.
+
+Written upon the dissolution of the Long Parliament by Cromwell, on
+the 20th April, 1653, and extracted from the King's Pamphlets,
+British Museum.  June 3rd, 1653.
+
+To the tune of "Lucina, or, Merrily and Cherrily."
+
+
+Cheare up, kind countrymen, be not dismay'd,
+True news I can tell ye concerning the nation;
+Hot spirits are quench'd, the tempest is layd,
+(And now we may hope for a good reformation).
+The Parliament bold and the counsell of state
+Doe wish them beyond sea, or else at Virginie;
+For now all their orders are quite out of date,
+Twelve Parliament men shall be sold for peny.
+
+Full twelve years and more these rooks they have sat,
+To gull and to cozen all true-hearted people;
+Our gold and our silver has made them so fat,
+That they lookt more big and mighty than Paul's steeple.
+The freedome of subject they much did pretend,
+But since they bore sway we never had any;
+For every member promoted self-end,
+Twelve Parliament men are now sold for one peny.
+
+Their acts and their orders which they have contrived,
+Was still in conclusion to multiply riches:
+The Common-wealth sweetly by these men have thrived,
+As Lancashire did with the juncto of witches. (38)
+Oh! our freedome was chain'd to the Egyptian yoak,
+As it hath been felt and endured by many,
+Still making religion their author and cloak,
+Twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.
+
+Both citie and countrey are almost undone
+By these caterpillars, which swarm'd in the nation;
+Their imps and their goblins did up and downe run,
+Excise-men, I meane, all knaves of a fashion:
+For all the great treasure that dayly came in,
+The souldier wants pay, 'tis well knowne by a many;
+To cheat and to cozen they held it no sinne,
+Twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.
+
+The land and the livings which these men have had,
+'Twould make one admire what use they've made of it,
+With plate and with jewels they have bin well clad,
+The souldier fared hard whilst they got the profit.
+Our gold and our silver to Holland they sent,
+But being found out, this is knowne by a many,
+That no one would owne it for feare of a shent,
+Twelve Parliament men are sold for a peny.
+
+'Tis judged by most people that they were the cause
+Of England and Holland, their warring together, (39)
+Both friends and dear lovers to break civill lawes,
+And in cruell manner to kill one another.
+What cared they how many did lose their dear lives,
+So they by the bargain did get people's money,
+Sitting secure like bees in their hives?
+But twelve Parliament men are now sold for a peny.
+
+
+THE SECOND PART
+
+
+To the same tune.
+
+They voted, unvoted, as fancy did guide,
+To passe away time, but increasing their treasure
+(When Jack is on cock-horse hee'l galloping ride,
+But falling at last, hee'l repent it at leisure).
+The widow, the fatherlesse, gentry and poore,
+The tradesman and citizen, with a great many,
+Have suffer'd full dearly to heap up their store;
+But twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.
+
+These burdens and grievances England hath felt,
+So long and so heavy, our hearts are e'en broken,
+Our plate, gold and silver, to themselves they've dealt
+(All this is too true, in good time be it spoken).
+For a man to rise high and at last to fall low,
+It is a discredit:  this lot fals to many,
+But 'tis no great matter these men to serve so,
+Twelve Parliament men now are sold for a peny.
+
+The generall (40) perceiving their lustfull desire
+To covet more treasure, being puft with ambition,
+By their acts and their orders to set all on fire,
+Pretending religion to rout superstition:
+He bravely commanded the souldiers to goe
+In the Parliament-house, in defiance of any;
+To which they consented, and now you doe know
+That twelve Parliament men may be sold for a peny.
+
+The souldiers undaunted laid hold on the mace,
+And out of the chaire they removed the speaker:
+The great ones was then in a pittifull case,
+And Tavee cryd out, All her cold must forsake her. (41)
+Thus they were routed, pluckt out by the eares,
+The House was soone empty and rid of a many
+Usurpers, that sate there this thirteen long yeares;
+Twelve Parliament men may be sold for a peny.
+
+To the Tower of London away they were sent,
+As they have sent others by them captivated;
+Oh what will become of this old Parliament
+And all their compeers, that were royally stated.
+What they have deserved I wish they may have,
+And 'tis the desire I know of a many;
+For us to have freedome, oh that will be brave!
+But twelve Parliament men may be sold for a peny.
+
+Let's pray for the generall and all his brave traine,
+He may be an instrument for England's blessing,
+Appointed in heaven to free us againe, -
+For this is the way of our burdens redressing:
+For England to be in glory once more,
+It would satisfy, I know, a great many;
+But ending I say, as I said before,
+Twelve Parliament men now are sold for a peny.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A Christmas Song When The Rump Was First Dissolved
+
+
+
+From the King's Pamphlets, British Museum.  The Rump Parliament, in
+an excess of Puritanic acerbity, had abolished the observance of
+Christmas, and forbidden the eating of puddings and pies, as
+savouring of Popery.
+
+Tune - "I tell thee, Dick."
+
+
+This Christmas time 'tis fit that we
+Should feast, and sing, and merry be.
+It is a time of mirth;
+For never since the world began
+More joyful news was brought to man
+Than at our Saviour's birth.
+
+But such have been these times of late,
+That holidays are out of date,
+And holiness to boot;
+For they that do despise and scorn
+To keep the day that Christ was born,
+Want holiness 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'er been seen in verse or prose,
+You may conclude with me.
+
+'Twas that Assembly did maintain
+'Twas law to kill their sovereign,
+Who by that law must die;
+Though God's anointed ones are such,
+Which subjects should not dare to touch,
+Much less to crucify.
+
+'Twas 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 expel,
+That would not do like that rebel -
+This no man can deny.
+
+It was that Parliament that took
+Out of our churches our SERVICE BOOK,
+A book without compare;
+And made God's house (to all our griefs),
+That house of prayer, a den of thiefs'
+Both here and everywhere.
+
+They had no head for many years,
+Nor heart (I mean the House of Peers),
+And yet it did not die;
+Of these long since it was bereft,
+And nothing but the tail was left,
+You know as well as I.
+
+And in this tail was a tongue,
+Lenthal (42) I mean, whose fame hath rung
+In country and in city;
+Not for his worth or eloquence,
+But for a rebel to his prince,
+And neither wise nor witty.
+
+This Speaker's words must needs be wind,
+Since they proceeded from behind;
+Besides, you way remember,
+From thence no act could be discreet,
+Nor could the sense o' the House be sweet
+Where Atkins was a member.
+
+This tale's now done, the Speaker's 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.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A Free Parliament Litany
+
+
+
+From the King's Pamphlets, British Museum. - (A. D. 1655.)  To the
+tune of "An Old Courtier of the Queen's."
+
+More ballads! - here's a spick and span new supplication,
+By order of a Committee for the Reformation,
+To be read in all churches and chapels of this nation,
+Upon pain of slavery and sequestration.
+From fools and knaves in our Parliament free,
+LIBERA NOS, DOMINE.
+
+From those that ha' more religion and less conscience than their
+fellows;
+From a representative that's fearful and zealous;
+From a starting jadish people that is troubled with the yellows,
+And a priest that blows the coal (a crack in his bellows);
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From shepherds that lead their flocks into the briars,
+And then fleece 'em; from vow-breakers and king-tryers;
+Of Church and Crown lands, from both sellers and buyers;
+From the children of him that is the father of liars;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From the doctrine and discipline of NOW AND ANON,
+Preserve us and our wives from John T. and Saint John,
+Like master like man, every way but one, -
+The master has a large conscience, and the man has none;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From major-generals, army officers, and that phanatique crew;
+From the parboil'd pimp Scot, and from Good-face the Jew;
+From old Mildmay, that in Cheapside mistook his queu,
+And from him that won't pledge - Give the devil his due;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From long-winded speeches, and not a wise word;
+From a gospel ministry settled by the sword;
+From the act of a Rump, that stinks when 'tis stirr'd;
+From a knight of the post, and a cobbling lord;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From all the rich people that ha' made us poor;
+From a Speaker that creeps to the House by a back-door;
+From that badger, Robinson (that limps and bites sore);
+And that dog in a doublet, Arthur - that will do so no more;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From a certain sly knave with a beastly name;
+From a Parliament that's wild, and a people that's tame;
+From Skippon, Titchbourne, Ireton, - and another of the same;
+From a dung-hill cock, and a hen of the game;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From all those that sat in the High Court of Justice;
+From usurpers that style themselves the people's trustees;
+From an old Rump, in which neither profit nor gust is,
+And from the recovery of that which now in the dust is;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From a backsliding saint that pretend t' acquiesce;
+From crossing of proverbs (let 'um hang that confess);
+From a sniveling cause, in a pontificall dress,
+And two lawyers, with the devil and his dam in a mess;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From those that trouble the waters to mend the fishing,
+And fight the Lord's battles under the devil's commission,
+Such as eat up the nation, whilst the government's a-dishing;
+And from a people when it should be doing, stands wishing;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From an everlasting mock-parliament - and from NONE;
+From Strafford's old friends - Harry, Jack, and John;
+From our solicitor's wolf-law deliver our King's son;
+And from the resurrection of the Rump that is dead and gone;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From foreign invasion and commotions at home;
+From our present distraction, and from work to come;
+From the same hand again Smectymnus, or the bum,
+And from taking Geneva in our way to Rome;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From a hundred thousand pound tax to keep knaves by the score
+(But it is well given to these that turn'd those out of door);
+From undoing ourselves in plaistering old sores;
+He that set them a-work, let him pay their scores;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From saints and tender consciences in buff;
+From Mounson in a foam, and Haslerig in a huff;
+From both men and women that think they never have enough;
+And from a fool's head that looks through a chain and a duff;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From those that would divide the gen'ral and the city;
+From Harry Martin's girl, that was neither sweet nor pretty;
+From a faction that has neither brain nor pity:
+From the mercy of a phanatique committee;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+Preserve us, good Heaven, from entrusting those
+That ha' much to get and little to lose;
+That murther'd the father, and the son would depose
+(Sure they can't be our friends that are their country's foes);
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+From Bradshaw's presumption, and from Hoyle's despairs;
+From rotten members, blind guides, preaching aldermen, and false
+may'rs;
+From long knives, long ears, long parliaments, and long pray'rs;
+In mercy to this nation - Deliver us and our heirs;
+From fools and knaves, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Mock Song
+
+
+
+By T. J.  With a reply by Alex. Brome. - (A.D. 1657.)
+
+
+Hold, hold, quaff no more,
+But restore
+If you can what you've lost by your drinking:
+Three kingdoms and crowns,
+With their cities and towns,
+While the King and his progeny's sinking.
+The studs in your cheeks have obscured his star, boys,
+Your drinking miscarriages in the late war, boys,
+Have brought his prerogative now to the war, boys.
+
+Throw, throw down the glass!
+He's an ass
+That extracts all his worth from Canary;
+That valour will shrink
+That's only good in drink;
+'Twas the cup made the camp to miscarry.
+You thought in the world there's no power could tame ye,
+You tippled and whored till the foe overcame ye;
+God's nigs and Ne'er stir, sirs, has vanquish'd God damn me.
+
+Fly, fly from the coast,
+Or you're lost,
+And the water will run where the drink went;
+From hence you must slink,
+If you have no chink,
+'Tis the course of the royal delinquent;
+You love to see beer-bowls turn'd over the thumb well,
+You like three fair gamesters, four dice, and a drum well,
+But you'd as lief see the devil as Fairfax or Cromwell.
+
+Drink, drink not the round,
+You'll be drown'd
+In the source of your sack and your sonnets;
+Try once more your fate
+For the King against the State,
+And go barter your beavers for bonnets.
+You see how they're charm'd by the King's enchanters,
+And therefore pack hence to Virginia for planters,
+For an act and two red-coats will rout all the ranters.
+
+
+THE ANSWER
+
+
+By Alex. Brome.
+
+Stay, stay, prate no more,
+Lest thy brain, like thy purse, run the score,
+Though thou strain'st it;
+Those are traitors in grain
+That of sack do complain,
+And rail by its own power against it.
+Those kingdoms and crowns which your poetry pities,
+Are fall'n by the pride and hypocrisy of cities,
+And not by those brains that love sack and good ditties;
+The K. and his progeny had kept them from sinking,
+Had they had no worse foes than the lads that love drinking,
+We that tipple ha' no leisure for plotting or thinking.
+
+He is an ass
+That doth throw down himself with a glass
+Of Canary;
+He that's quiet will think
+Much the better of drink,
+'Cause the cups made the camp to miscarry.
+You whore while we tipple, and there, my friend, you lie,
+Your sports did determine in the month of July;
+There's less fraud in plain damme than your sly by my truly;
+'Tis sack makes our bloods both purer and warmer,
+We need not your priest or the feminine charmer,
+For a bowl of Canary's a whole suit of armour.
+
+Hold, hold, not so fast,
+Tipple on, for there is no such haste
+To be going;
+We drowning may fear,
+But your end will be there
+Where there is neither swimming nor rowing.
+We were gamesters alike, and our stakes were both down, boys,
+But Fortune did favour you, being her own, boys;
+And who would not venture a cast for a crown, boys?
+Since we wear the right colours, he the worst of our foes is
+That goes to traduce, and fondly supposes
+That Cromwell's an enemy to sack and red noses.
+
+Then, then, quaff it round,
+No deceit in a brimmer is found;
+Here's no swearing:
+Beer and ale makes you prate
+Of the Church and the State,
+Wanting other discourse worth the hearing.
+
+This strumpet your muse is, to ballad or flatter,
+Or rail, and your betters with froth to bespatter,
+And your talk's all dismals and gunpowder matter;
+But we, while old sack does divinely inspire us,
+Are active to do what our rulers require us,
+And attempt such exploits as the world shall admire us.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  As Close As A Goose
+
+
+
+By Samuel Butler. - (A.D. 1657.)  This ballad ridicules the tender
+of the Crown of England to Oliver Cromwell by Alderman Pack, M.P.
+for London.
+
+
+As close as a goose
+Sat the Parliament-house,
+To hatch the royal gull;
+After much fiddle-faddle
+The egg proved addle,
+And Oliver came forth NOLL.
+
+Yet old Queen Madge, (43)
+Though things do not fadge,
+Will serve to be queen of a May-pole;
+Two Princes of Wales, (44)
+For Whitsun-ales,
+And her grace, Maid Marion Claypole. (45)
+
+In a robe of cow hide
+Sat yeasty Pride, (46)
+With his dagger and his sling;
+He was the pertinenst peer
+Of all that were there,
+T' advise with such a king.
+
+A great philosopher
+Had a goose for his lover
+That follow'd him day and night:
+If it be a true story,
+Or but an allegory,
+It may be both ways right.
+
+Strickland (47) and his son,
+Both cast into one,
+Were meant for a single baron;
+But when they came to sit,
+There was not wit
+Enough in them both to serve for one.
+
+Wherefore 'twas thought good
+To add Honeywood,
+But when they came to trial
+Each one proved a fool,
+Yet three knaves in the whole,
+And that made up a PAIR-ROYAL.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Prisoners
+
+
+
+Written when O. C. attempted to be King.  By Alex. Brome.
+
+
+Come, a brimmer (my bullies), drink whole ones or nothing,
+Now healths have been voted down;
+'Tis sack that can heat us, we care not for clothing,
+A gallon's as warm as a gown;
+'Cause the Parliament sees
+Nor the former nor these
+Could engage us to drink their health,
+They may vote that we shall
+Drink no healths at all,
+Not to King nor to Commonwealth,
+So that now we must venture to drink 'em by stealth.
+
+But we've found out a way that's beyond all their thinking;
+To keep up good fellowship still,
+We'll drink their destruction that would destroy drinking, -
+Let 'um vote THAT a health if they will.
+Those men that did fight,
+And did pray day and night
+For the Parliament and its attendant,
+Did make all that bustle
+The King out to justle,
+And bring in the Independent,
+But now we all clearly see what was the end on't.
+
+Now their idols thrown down with their sooter-kin also,
+About which they did make such a pother;
+And tho' their contrivance did make one thing to fall so,
+We have drank ourselves into another;
+And now (my lads) we
+May still Cavaliers be,
+In spite of the Committee's frown;
+We will drink and we'll sing,
+And each health to our King
+Shall be loyally drunk in the 'CROWN,'
+Which shall be the standard in every town.
+
+Their politick would-be's do but show themselves asses
+That other men's calling invade;
+We only converse with pots and with glasses,
+Let the rulers alone with their trade;
+The Lyon of the Tower
+There estates does devour,
+Without showing law for't or reason;
+Into prison we get
+For the crime called debt,
+Where our bodies and brains we do season,
+And that is ne'er taken for murder or treason.
+
+Where our ditties still be, Give's more drink, give's more drink,
+boys.
+Let those that are frugal take care;
+Our gaolers and we will live by our chink, boys,
+While our creditors live by the air;
+Here we live at our ease,
+And get craft and grease,
+'Till we've merrily spent all our store;
+Then, as drink brought us in,
+'Twill redeem us agen;
+We got in because we were poor,
+And swear ourselves out on the very same score.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Protecting Brewer
+
+
+
+This was apparently written as a parody on the Brewer, in Pills to
+purge Melancholy, 1682.  The original was too complimentary to
+Oliver Cromwell, asserted by the Royalists to have been a brewer in
+early life, to suit the taste of the Cavaliers, and hence the
+alteration made in it.  Such compliments as the following must have
+proceeded from a writer of the opposite party.
+
+
+Some Christian kings began to quake,
+And said With the brewer no quarrel we'll make,
+We'll let him alone; as he brews let him bake;
+Which nobody can deny.
+
+He had a strong and a very stout heart,
+And thought to be made an Emperor for't,
+* * * * *
+Which nobody can deny.
+
+
+A Brewer may be a burgess grave,
+And carry the matter so fine and so brave,
+That he the better may play the knave,
+Which nobody can deny.
+
+A brewer may put on a Nabal face,
+And march to the wars with such a grace
+That he may get a captain's place;
+Which nobody, etc.
+
+A brewer may speak so wondrous well
+That he may rise (strange things to tell),
+And so be made a colonel;
+Which nobody, etc.
+
+A brewer may make his foes to flee,
+And rise his fortunes, so that he
+Lieutenant-general may be;
+Which nobody, etc.
+
+A brewer may be all in all,
+And raise his powers, both great and small,
+That he may be a lord general;
+Which nobody, etc.
+
+A brewer may be like a fox in a cub,
+And teach a lecture out of a tub,
+And give the wicked world a rub;
+Which nobody, etc.
+
+A brewer, by's excise and rate,
+Will promise his army he knows what,
+And set upon the college-gate;
+Which nobody, etc.
+
+Methinks I hear one say to me,
+Pray why may not a brewer be
+Lord Chancellor o' the University?
+Which nobody, etc.
+
+A brewer may be as bold as Hector,
+When as he had drank his cup o' Nectar,
+And a brewer may be a Lord Protector;
+Which nobody, etc.
+
+Now here remains the strangest thing,
+How this brewer about his liquor did bring
+To be an emperor or a king;
+Which nobody, etc.
+
+A brewer may do what he will,
+And rob the Church and State, to sell
+His soul unto the devil in hell;
+Which nobody, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Arraignment Of The Devil For Stealing Away President
+Bradshaw
+
+
+
+John Bradshaw, who had presided over the court of justice which
+condemned Charles I. to the scaffold, and who by his extreme
+republican principles had rendered himself obnoxious to Cromwell,
+began again to be distinguished in public affairs after the
+Protector's death, and was elected President of the Council of
+State.  He did not live long to enjoy this honour, but died,
+according to some authorities, on the 31st October, 1659.  Chalmers
+places his death on the 22nd of November in that year.
+
+To the tune of "Well-a-day, well-a-day."
+
+
+If you'll hear news that's ill,
+Gentlemen, gentlemen,
+Against the devil, I will
+Be the relator;
+Arraigned he must be,
+For that feloniously,
+'Thout due solemnity,
+He took a traitor.
+
+John Bradshaw was his name,
+How it stinks! how it stinks!
+Who'll make with blacker fame
+Pilate unknown.
+This worse than worse of things
+Condemn'd the best of kings,
+And, what more guilt yet brings,
+Knew 'twas his own.
+
+Virtue in Charles did seem
+Eagerly, eagerly,
+And villainy in him
+To vye for glory.
+Majesty so compleat
+And impudence so great
+Till that time never met:-
+But to my story.
+
+Accusers there will be,
+Bitter ones, bitter ones,
+More than one, two, or three,
+All full of spight;
+Hangman and tree so tall,
+Bridge, tower, and city-wall,
+Kite and crow, which were all
+Robb'd of their right.
+
+But judges none are fit,
+Shame it is, shame it is,
+That twice seven years did sit
+To give hemp-string dome;
+The friend they would befriend,
+That he might in the end
+To them like favour lend,
+In his own kingdome.
+
+Sword-men, it must be you,
+Boldly to't, boldly to't,
+Must give the diver his due;
+Do it not faintly,
+But as you raised by spell
+Last Parliament from hell,
+And it again did quell
+Omnipotently.
+
+The charge they wisely frame
+(On with it, on with it)
+In that yet unknown name
+Of supream power;
+While six weeks hence by vote
+Shall be or it shall not,
+When Monk's to London got (48)
+In a good hour.
+
+But twelve good men and true,
+Caveliers, Caveliers,
+He excepts against you;
+Justice he fears.
+From bar and pulpit hee
+Craves such as do for fee
+Serve all turns, for he'l be
+Try'd by his peers.
+
+Satan, y' are guilty found
+By your peers, by your peers,
+And must die above ground!
+Look for no pity;
+Some of our ministry,
+Whose spir'ts with yours comply,
+As Owen, Caryl, Nye, (49)
+For death shall fit 'ee.
+
+Dread judges, mine own limb
+I but took, I but took,
+I was forced without him
+To use a crutch;
+Some of the robe can tell
+How to supply full well
+His place here, but in hell
+I had none such.
+
+Divel, you are an asse,
+Plain it is, plain it is,
+And weakly plead the case;
+Your wits are lost.
+Some lawyers will outdo't,
+When shortly they come to't;
+Your craft, our gold to boot,
+They have ingross'd.
+
+Should all men take their right,
+Well-a-day, well-a-day,
+We were in a sad plight,
+O' th' holy party!
+Such practise hath a scent
+Of kingly government,
+Against it we are bent,
+Out of home char'ty.
+
+But if I die, who am
+King of hell, King of hell,
+You will not quench its flame,
+But find it worse:
+Confused anarchy
+Will a new torment be;
+Ne'r did these kingdoms three
+Feel such a curse.
+
+To our promotion, sir,
+There as here, there as here,
+Through some confused stir
+Doth the high-road lie;
+In hell we need not fear
+Nor King nor Cavalier,
+Who then shall dominere
+But we the godly?
+
+Truth, then, sirs, which of old
+Was my shame, was my shame,
+Shall now to yours be told:
+You caused his death;
+The house being broken by
+Yourselves (there's burglary),
+Wrath enter'd forcibly,
+And stopt his breath.
+
+Sir, as our president,
+Taught by you, taught by you,
+'Gainst the King away went
+Most strange and new;
+Charging him with the guilt
+Of all the blond we spilt,
+With swords up to the hilt,
+So we'le serve you.
+
+For mercy then I call,
+Good my lords, good my lords,
+And traytors I'le leave all
+Duly to end it;
+Sir, sir, 'tis frivolous,
+As well for you as us,
+To beg for mercy thus, -
+Our crimes transcend it.
+
+You must die out of hand,
+Satanas, Satanas:
+This our decree shall stand
+Without controll;
+And we for you will pray,
+Because the Scriptures say,
+When some men curse you, they
+Curse their own soul.
+
+The fiend to Tiburn's gone,
+There to die, there to die;
+Black is the north, anon
+Great storms will be;
+Therefore together now
+I leave him and th' gallow, -
+So, newes-man, take 'em now,
+Soon they'l take thee.
+
+Finis, Fustis, Funis.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A New Ballad To An Old Tune, - Tom Of Bedlam
+
+
+
+January 17th, 1659. - From the King's Ballads, British Museum.
+
+
+Make room for an honest red-coat
+(And that you'll say's a wonder),
+The gun and the blade
+Are the tools, and his trade
+Is, for PAY, to KILL and PLUNDER.
+Then away with the laws,
+And the "Good old Cause;"
+Ne'er talk of the Rump or the Charter;
+'Tis the cash does the feat,
+All the rest's but a cheat,
+Without THAT there's no faith nor quarter.
+
+'Tis the mark of our coin "GOD WITH US,"
+And the grace of the Lord goes along with't.
+When the GEORGES are flown
+Then the Cause goes down,
+For the Lord has departed from it.
+Then away, etc.
+
+For Rome, or for Geneva,
+For the table or the altar,
+This spawn of a vote,
+He cares not a groat -
+For the PENCE he's your dog in a halter,
+Then away, etc.
+
+Tho' the name of King or Bishop
+To nostrils pure may be loathsome,
+Yet many there are
+That agree with the May'r,
+That their lands are wondrous toothsome.
+Then away, etc.
+
+When our masters are poor we leave 'em,
+'Tis the Golden Calf we bow to;
+We kill and we slay
+Not for conscience, but pay;
+Give us THAT, we'll fight for you too.
+Then away, etc.
+
+'Twas THAT first turn'd the King out;
+The Lords next; then the Commons:
+'Twas that kept up Noll,
+Till the Devil fetch'd his soul,
+And then it set the RUMP on's.
+Then away, etc.
+
+Drunken Dick was a lame Protector,
+And Fleetwood a back-slider;
+These we served as the rest,
+But the City's the beast
+That will never cast her rider.
+Then away, etc.
+
+When the Mayor holds the stirrup
+And the Shrieves cry, God save your honours;
+Then 'tis but a jump
+And up goes the Rump,
+That will spur to the Devil upon us.
+Then away, etc.
+
+And now for fling at your thimbles,
+Your bodkins, rings, and whistles;
+In truck for your toys
+We'll fit you with boys
+('Tis the doctrine of Hugh's EPISTLES).
+Then away, etc.
+
+When your plate is gone, and your jewels,
+You must be next entreated
+To part with your bags,
+And to strip you to rags,
+And yet not think you're cheated.
+Then away, etc.
+
+The truth is, the town deserves it,
+'Tis a brainless, heartless monster:
+At a club they may bawl,
+Or declare at their hall,
+And yet at a push not one stir.
+Then away, etc.
+
+Sir Arthur vow'd he'll treat 'em
+Far worse than the men of Chester;
+He's bold now they're cow'd,
+But he was nothing so loud
+When he lay in the ditch at Lester.
+Then away, etc.
+
+The Lord has left John Lambert,
+And the spirit, Feak's anointed;
+But why, O Lord,
+Hast thou sheath'd thy sword?
+Lo! thy saints are disappointed.
+Then away, etc.
+
+Though Sir Henry be departed,
+Sir John makes good the place now;
+And to help out the work
+Of the glorious Kirk,
+Our brethren march apace too.
+Then away, etc.
+
+Whilst divines and statesmen wrangle,
+Let the Rump-ridden nation bite on't;
+There are none but we
+That are sure to go free,
+For the soldier's still in the right on't.
+Then away, etc.
+
+If our masters won't supply us
+With money, food, and clothing,
+Let the State look to't,
+We'll find one that will do't,
+Let him live - we will not damn.
+Then away, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Saint George And The Dragon, Anglice Mercurius Poeticus
+
+
+
+"The following ballad," says Mr Wright in the Political Ballads of
+the Commonwealth, published for the Percy Society, "was written on
+the occasion of the overthrow of the Rump by Monck.  He arrived in
+London on the third of February, and professed himself a determined
+supporter of the party then uppermost.  On the ninth and tenth he
+executed their orders against the city; but suddenly on the
+eleventh he joined the city and the Presbyterian party, and
+demanded the readmission of the members who were secluded formerly
+from the Long Parliament.  This measure put an end to the reign of
+the Rump, and immediately afterwards the Parliament dissolved
+itself, and a new one was called. - (February 28th, 1659.)" - All
+the notes to this Ballad are from the pen of Mr Wright.
+
+To the tune of "The Old Courtier of the Queen's," etc.
+
+
+News! news! here's the occurrences and a new Mercurius,
+A dialogue betwixt Haselrigg the baffled and Arthur the furious;
+With Ireton's (50) readings upon legitimate and spurious,
+Proving that a saint may be the son of a whore, for the
+satisfaction of the curious.
+From a Rump insatiate as the sea,
+Libera nos, Domine.
+
+Here's the true reason of the citie's infatuation,
+Ireton has made it drunk with the cup of abomination;
+That is, the cup of the whore, after the Geneva Interpretation,
+Which with the juyce of Titchburn's grapes (51) must needs cause
+intoxication.
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+Here's the Whipper whipt by a friend to George, that whipp'd Jack,
+(52) that whipp'd the breech,
+That whipp'd the nation as long as it could stand over it - after
+which
+It was itself re-jerk'd by the sage author of this speech:
+"Methinks a Rump should go as well with a Scotch spur as with a
+switch."
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+This Rump hath many a rotten and unruly member;
+"Give the generall the oath!" cries one (but his conscience being a
+little tender);
+"I'll abjure you with a pestilence!" quoth George, "and make you
+remember
+The 'leaventh of February (53) longer than the fifth of November!"
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+With that, Monk leaves (in Rump assembled) the three estates,
+But oh! how the citizens hugg'd him for breaking down their gates,
+For tearing up their posts and chaynes, and for clapping up their
+mates (54)
+(When they saw that he brought them plasters for their broken
+pates).
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+In truth this ruffle put the town in great disorder,
+Some knaves (in office) smiled, expecting 'twould go furder;
+But at the last, "My life on't!  George is no Rumper," said the
+Recorder,
+"For there never was either honest man or monk of that order."
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+And so it proved; for, "Gentlemen," says the general, "I'll make
+you amends;
+Our greeting was a little untoward, but we'll part friends;
+A little time shall show you which way my design tends,
+And that, besides the good of Church and State, I have no other
+ends."
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+His Excellence had no sooner pass'd this declaration and promise,
+But in steps Secretary Scot, the Rump's man Thomas,
+With Luke, their lame evangelist (the Devil keep 'um from us!) (55)
+To shew Monk what precious members of Church and State the Bumm
+has.
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+And now comes the supplication of the members under the rod:
+"Nay, my Lord!" cryes the brewer's clerk; "good, my Lord, for the
+love of God!
+Consider yourself, us, and this poor nation, and that tyrant
+abroad;
+Don't leave us:" - but George gave him a shrugg instead of a nodd.
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+This mortal silence was followed with a most hideous noyse,
+Of free Parliament bells and Rump-confounding boyes,
+Crying, "Cut the rogues! singe their tayles!" when, with a low
+voyce,
+"Fire and sword! by this light," cryes Tom, "Lets look to our
+toyes!"
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+Never were wretched members in so sad a plight;
+Some were broyl'd, some toasted, others burnt outright; (56)
+Nay against Rumps so pittylesse was their rage and spite,
+That not a citizen would kisse his wife that night.
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+By this time death and hell appear'd in the ghastly looks
+Of Scot and Robinson (those legislative rooks);
+And it must needs put the Rump most damnably off the hooks
+To see that when God has sent meat the Devil should send cooks.
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+But Providence, their old friend, brought these saints off at last,
+And through the pikes and the flames undismember'd they past,
+Although (God wet) with many struglings and much hast, -
+For, members, or no members, was but a measuring cast.
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+Being come to Whitehall, there's the dismal mone,
+"Let Monk be damn'd!" cries Arthur in a terrible tone (57) -
+"That traytor, and those cuckoldy rogues that set him on!"
+(But tho' the knight spits blood, 'tis observed that he draws
+none.)
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+"The plague bawle you!" cries Harry Martin, "you have brought us to
+this condition, (58)
+You must be canting and be plagued, with your Barebones petition,
+(59)
+And take in that bull-headed, splay-footed member of the
+circumcision,
+That bacon-faced Jew, Corbet, (60) that son of perdition!"
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+Then in steps driv'ling Mounson to take up the squabble,
+That lord which first taught the use of the woodden dagger and
+ladle:  (61)
+He that out-does Jack Pudding (62) at a custard or a caudle,
+And were the best foole in Europe but that he wants a bauble.
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+More was said to little purpose, - the next news is, a declaration
+From the Rump, for a free state according to the covenant of the
+nation,
+And a free Parliament under oath and qualification,
+Where none shall be elect but members of reprobation.
+From a Rump, &c.
+
+Here's the tail firk'd, a piece acted lately with great applause,
+With a plea for the prerogative breech and the Good old Cause,
+Proving that Rumps and members are antienter than laws,
+And that a bumme divided is never the worse for the flawes.
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+But all things have their period and fate,
+An Act of Parliament dissolves a Rump of state,
+Members grow weak, and tayles themselves run out of date,
+And yet thou shalt not dye (dear breech), thy fame I'll celebrate.
+From a Rump, etc.
+
+Here lies a pack of saints that did their souls and country sell
+For dirt, the Devil was their good lord, him they served well;
+By his advice they stood and acted, and by his president they fell
+(Like Lucifer), making but one step betwixt heaven and hell.
+From a Rump insatiate as the sea
+Liberasti nos, Domine.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Second Part Of St George For England
+
+
+
+To the tune of "To drive the cold winter away."  (March 7, 1659.)
+
+
+Now the Rump is confounded
+There's an end of the Roundhead,
+Who hath been such a bane to our nation;
+He hath now play'd his part,
+And's gone out like a f-,
+Together with his reformation;
+For by his good favour
+He hath left a bad savour;
+But's no matter, we'll trust him no more.
+Kings and queens may appear
+Once again in our sphere,
+Now the knaves are turn'd out of door,
+And drive the cold winter away.
+
+Scot, Nevil, and Vane,
+With the rest of that train,
+Are into Oceana (63) fled;
+Sir Arthur the brave,
+That's as arrant a knave,
+Has Harrington's Rota in's head; (64)
+But hee's now full of cares
+For his foals and his mares,
+As when he was routed before;
+But I think he despairs,
+By his arms or his prayers,
+To set up the Rump any more,
+And drive the cold winter away.
+
+I should never have thought
+That a monk could have wrought
+Such a reformation so soon;
+That House which of late
+Was the jakes of our state
+Will ere long be a house of renown.
+How good wits did jump
+In abusing the Rump,
+Whilst the House was prest by the rabble;
+But our Hercules, Monk,
+Though it grievously stunk,
+Now hath cleansed that Augean stable,
+And drive the cold winter away.
+
+And now Mr Prynne (65)
+With the rest may come in,
+And take their places again;
+For the House is made sweet
+For those members to meet,
+Though part of the Rump yet remain;
+Nor need they to fear,
+Though his breeches be there,
+Which were wrong'd both behind and before;
+For he saith 'twas a chance,
+And forgive him this once,
+And he swears he will do so no more,
+And drive the cold winter away.
+
+'Tis true there are some
+Who are still for the Bum;
+Such tares will grow up with the wheat;
+And there they will be, till a Parliament come
+That can give them a total defeat.
+But yet I am told
+That the Rumpers do hold
+That the saints may swim with the tyde;
+Nor can it be treason,
+But Scripture and reason,
+Still to close with the stronger side,
+And drive the cold winter away.
+
+Those lawyers o' th' House -
+As Baron Wild-goose, (66)
+With Treason Hill, Whitlock, and Say -
+Were the bane of our laws
+And our Good old Cause,
+And 'twere well if such were away.
+Some more there are to blame,
+Whom I care not to name,
+That are men of the very same ranks;
+'Mongst whom there is one,
+That to Devil Barebone
+For his ugly petition gave thanks,
+And drive the cold winter away.
+
+But I hope by this time
+He'll confess 'twas a crime
+To abet such a damnable crew;
+Whose petition was drawn
+By Alcoran Vane,
+Or else by Corbet the Jew. (67)
+By it you may know
+What the Rump meant to do,
+And what a religion to frame;
+So 'twas time for St George
+That Rump to disgorge,
+And to send it from whence it first came;
+Then drive the cold winter away.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A New-Year's Gift For The Rump
+
+
+
+(January 1659-60.) - From a broadside, vol. xv. in the King's
+Pamphlets.
+
+"The condition of the State was thus:  viz. the Rump, after being
+disturbed by my Lord Lambert, was lately returned to sit again.
+The officers of the army all forced to yield.  Lawson lies still in
+the river, and Monk is with his army in Scotland.  Only my Lord
+Lambert is not yet come in to the Parliament, nor is it expected
+that he will without being forced to it.  The new Common Council of
+the city do speak very high; and had sent to Monk their sword-
+bearer to acquaint him with their desires for a free and full
+Parliament, which is at present the desires, and the hopes, and the
+expectations of all.  Twenty-two of the old secluded members having
+been at the House-door the last week to demand entrance, but it was
+denied them; and it is believed that neither they nor the people
+will be satisfied till the House be filled."  Pepys' Diary,
+January, 1660.
+
+You may have heard of the politique snout,
+Or a tale of a tub with the bottom out,
+But scarce of a Parliament in a dirty clout,
+Which no body can deny.
+
+'Twas Atkins (68) first served this Rump in with mustard -
+The sauce was a compound of courage and custard;
+Sir Vane bless'd the creature, Noll snuffled and bluster'd,
+Which no body can deny.
+
+The right was as then in old Oliver's nose;
+But when the Devil of that did dispose,
+It descended from thence to the Rump in the close,
+Which no body can deny.
+
+Nor is it likely there to stay long,
+The retentive faculties being gone,
+The juggle is stale, and money there's none,
+Which no body can deny.
+
+The secluded members made a trial
+To enter, but them the Rump did defy all
+By the ordinance of self-denial,
+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 applied 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 f- was a prophetique trump (69)
+(There never was anything so jump),
+'Twas the very type of a vote of this Rump,
+Which no body can deny.
+
+They say 'tis 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 say there's sad news to the Rump from the Nor'ward; (70)
+Which no body can deny.
+
+'Tis 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 f-,
+Which 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,
+Which no body can deny.
+
+You may order the city with hand-granado,
+Or the generall with a bastonado, -
+But no way for a Rump like a carbonado,
+Which no body can deny.
+
+To make us as famous in council as wars,
+Here's Lenthal a speaker for mine -
+And Fleetwood is a man of Mars,
+Which no body can deny.
+
+'Tis pitty that Nedham's (71) fall'n into disgrace,
+For he orders a bum with a marvellous grace,
+And ought to attend the Rump by his place,
+Which no body can deny.
+
+Yet this in spight of all disasters,
+Although he hath broken the heads of his masters,
+'Tis still his profession to give 'em all plasters,
+Which no body can deny.
+
+The Rump's an old story, if well understood;
+'Tis a thing dress'd up in a Parliament's hood,
+And like 't, but the tayl stands where the head should,
+Which no body can deny.
+
+'Twould make a man scratch where it does not itch,
+To see forty fools' heads in one politique breech,
+And that, hugging the nation, as the devil did the witch;
+Which no body can deny.
+
+From rotten members preserve our wives!
+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.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A Proper New Ballad On The Old Parliament; Or, The Second
+Part Of Knave Out Of Doors
+
+
+
+To the tune of
+
+"Hei ho, my honey, my heart shall never rue,
+Four-and-twenty now for your mony, and yet a hard penny-worth too."
+
+(Dec. 11th, 1659.) - From the King's Pamphlets, British Museum.
+
+"The events which gave occasion to the following ballad," says Mr
+T. Wright in his Political Ballads, published for the Percy
+Society, "may be summed up in a few words.  After the death of
+Cromwell, his son Richard was without opposition raised to the
+Protectorate; but his weak and easy character gave an opening to
+the intrigues of the Royalists, and the factious movement of the
+Republican party.  Fleetwood, who had been named commander-in-chief
+of the army under the Protector, plotted to gain the chief power in
+the State, and was joined by Lambert, Desborough, and others.  The
+Republicans were strengthened by the return of Vane, Ludlow, and
+Bradshaw, to the Parliament called by the new Protector.  Lambert,
+the Protector's brother-in-law, was the ostensible head of a party,
+and seems to have aimed at obtaining the power which had been held
+by Oliver.  They formed a council of officers, who met at
+Wallingford House; and on the 20th April, 1659, having gained the
+upper hand, and having obtained the dissolution of the Parliament,
+they determined to restore the old Long Parliament, which they said
+had only been interrupted, and not legally dissolved, and to set
+aside the Protector, who soon afterwards resigned.  On the 21st
+April, Lenthall, the old Speaker, with as many members of the Long
+Parliament as could be brought together, met in the House, and
+opened their session.  The Parliament thus formed, as being the
+fag-end of the old Long Parliament, obtained the name of the Rump
+Parliament.  Lambert's hopes and aims were raised by his success
+against Sir George Booth in the August following, and jealousies
+soon arose between his party in the army and the Rump.  The
+Parliament would have dismissed him, and the chief officers in the
+cabal with him, but Lambert with the army in October hindered their
+free meeting, and took the management of the government into the
+hands of a council of officers, whom they called the Committee of
+Safety.  Towards the latter end of the year, the tide began to be
+changed in favour of the Parliament, by the declaration of Monk in
+Scotland, Henry Cromwell with the army in Ireland, and Hazelrigge
+and the officers at Portsmouth, in favour of the freedom of the
+Parliament.  This ballad was written at the period when Lambert's
+party was uppermost."
+
+The tune of "Hei ho, my honey," may be found in Playford's edition
+of "The English Dancing Master," printed in 1686, but in no earlier
+edition of the same work.
+
+
+Good-morrow, my neighbours all, what news is this I heard tell
+As I past through Westminster-hall by the House that's neck to
+hell?
+They told John Lambert (72) was there with his bears, and deeply he
+swore
+(As Cromwell had done before) those vermin should sit there no
+more.
+Sing hi ho, Wil. Lenthall, (73) who shall our general be?
+For the House to the Devil is sent all, and follow, good faith, mun
+ye!
+Sing hi ho, my honey, my heart shall never rue,
+Here's all pickt ware for the money, and yet a hard pennyworth too.
+
+Then, Muse, strike up a sonnet, come, piper, and play us a spring,
+For now I think upon it, these R's turn'd out their King;
+But now is come about, that once again they must turn out,
+And not without justice and reason, that every one home to his
+prison.
+Sing hi ho, Harry Martin, (74) a burgess of the bench,
+There's nothing here is certain, you must back and leave your
+wench.
+Sing, hi ho, etc.
+
+He there with the buffle head is called lord and of the same House,
+Who (as I have heard it said) was chastised by his ladye spouse;
+Because he ran at sheep, she and her maid gave him the whip,
+And beat his head so addle, you'd think he had a knock in the
+cradle.
+Sing hi ho, Lord Munson, (75) you ha' got a park of the King's;
+One day you'l hang like a hounson, for this and other things,
+Sing hi, ho, etc.
+
+It was by their master's orders at first together they met,
+Whom piously they did murder, and since by their own they did set.
+The cause of this disaster is 'cause they were false to their
+master;
+Nor can they their gens-d'armes blame for serving them the same.
+Sing hi ho, Sir Arthur, (76) no more in the House you shall prate;
+For all you kept such a quarter, (77) you are out of the councell
+of state.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Old Noll once gave them a purge (forgetting OCCIDISTI),
+(The furies be his scourge!) so of the cure must he;
+And yet the drug he well knew it, for he gave it to Dr Huit; (78)
+Had he given it them, he had done it, and they had not turn'd out
+his son yet;
+Sing hi ho, brave Dick, Lenthall, and Lady Joane,
+Who did against lovalty kick is now for a new-year's gift gone.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+For had Old Noll been alive, he had pull'd them out by the ears,
+Or else had fired their hive, and kickt them down the staires;
+Because they were so bold to vex his righteous soul,
+When he so deeply had swore that there they should never sit more.
+But hi ho, Noll's dead, and stunk long since above ground,
+Though lapt in spices and lead that cost us many a pound.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Indeed, brother burgess, your ling did never stink half so bad,
+Nor did your habberdin when it no pease-straw had;
+Ye both were chose together, 'cause ye wore stuff cloaks in hard
+weather,
+And Cambridge needs would have a burgess fool and knave.
+Sing hi ho, John Lowry, (79) concerning habberdin,
+No member spake before ye, yet you ne're spoke againe.
+Sing hi, ho, etc.
+
+Ned Prideaux (80) he went post to tell the Protector the news,
+That Fleetwood ruld the rost, having tane off Dicke's shoes.
+And that he did believe, Lambert would him deceive
+As he his brother had gull'd, and Cromwell Fair fax bull'd.
+Sing hi ho, the attorney was still at your command;
+In flames together burn ye, still dancing hand in hand!
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Who's that would hide his face, and his neck from the collar pull?
+He must appear in this place, if his cap be made of wool.
+Who is it? with a vengeance! it is the good Lord St Johns, (81)
+Who made God's house to fall, to build his own withall.
+Sing hi ho, who comes there? who 'tis I must not say;
+But by his dark lanthorn, I sweare he's as good in the night as
+day.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Edge, brethren, room for one that looks as big as the best;
+'Tis pity to leave him alone, for he is as good as the rest;
+No picklock of the laws, he builds among the daws,
+If you ha' any more kings to murder, for a President look no
+further.
+Sing hi ho, John Bradshaw, in blood none further engages;
+The Devil from whom he had's law, will shortly pay him his wages.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Next, Peagoose Wild, (82) come in to show your weesle face,
+And tell us Burley's sin, whose blood bought you your place;
+When loyalty was a crime, he lived in a dangerous time,
+Was forced to pay his neck to make you baron of the cheque.
+Sing hi ho, Jack Straw, we'll put it in the margent,
+'Twas not for justice or law that you were made a sergeant.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Noll served not Satan faster, nor with him did better accord;
+For he was my good master, and the Devil was his good lord.
+Both Slingsby, Gerard, and Hewet, (83) were sure enough to go to
+it,
+According to his intent, that chose me President.
+Sing hi ho, Lord Lisle, (84) sure law had got a wrench,
+And where was justice the while, when you sate on the bench.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Next comes the good Lord Keble, of the Triumvirate,
+Of the seal in the law but feeble, though on the bench he sate;
+For when one puts him a case, I wish him out of the place,
+And, if it were not a sin, an able lawyer in.
+Sing, give the seal about, I'de have it so the rather,
+Because we might get out the knave, my lord, my father.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Pull out the other three, it is Nathaniel Fines (85)
+(Who Bristol lost for fear), we'll not leave him behind's;
+'Tis a chip of that good old block, who to loyalty gave the first
+knock,
+Then stole away to Lundey, whence the foul fiend fetches him one
+day.
+Sing hi ho, canting Fines, you and the rest to mend 'um,
+Would ye were served in your kinds with an ENSE RESCIDENDUM.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+He that comes down-stairs, is Lord Chief Justice Glin; (86)
+If no man for him cares, he cares as little again:
+The reason too I know't, he helpt cut Strafford's throat,
+And take away his life, though with a cleaner knife.
+Sing hi ho, Britain bold, straight to the bar you get,
+Where it is not so cold as where your justice set.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+He that will next come in, was long of the Council of State,
+Though hardly a hair on his chin when first in the council he sate;
+He was sometime in Italy, and learned their fashions prettily,
+Then came back to's own nation, to help up reformation.
+Sing hi ho, Harry Nevil, (87) I prythee be not too rash
+With atheism to court the Divel, you're too bold to be his bardash.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+He there with ingratitude blackt is one Cornelius Holland, (88)
+Who, but for the King's house, lackt wherewith to appease his
+colon;
+The case is well amended since that time, as I think,
+When at court gate he tended with a little stick and a short link.
+Sing hi ho, Cornelius, your zeal cannot delude us;
+The reason pray now tell ye us why thus you play'd the Judas.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+At first he was a grocer who now we Major call,
+Although you would think no, Sir, if you saw him in Whitehall,
+Where he has great command, and looks for cap in hand,
+And if our eggs be not addle, shall be of the next new moddel.
+Sing hi ho, Mr Salloway, (89) the Lord in heaven doth know
+When that from hence you shall away, where to the Devil you'l go.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Little Hill, (90) since set in the House, is to a mountain grown;
+Not that which brought forth the mouse, but thousands the year of
+his own.
+The purchase that I mean, where else but at Taunton Dean;
+Five thousand pounds per annum, a sum not known to his grannam.
+Sing hi, the Good old Cause, (91) 'tis old enough not true
+You got more by that then the laws, so a good old cause to you.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Master Cecil, (92) pray come behind, because on your own accord
+The other House you declined, you shall be no longer a lord;
+The reason, as I guess, you silently did confess,
+Such lords deserved ill the other House to fill.
+Sing hi ho, Mr Cecil, your honour now is gone;
+Such lords are not worth a whistle, we have made better lords of
+our own.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Luke Robinson (93) shall go before ye, that snarling northern tyke;
+Be sure he'll not adore ye, for honour he doth not like;
+He cannot honour inherit, and he knows he can never merit,
+And therefore he cannot bear it that any one else should wear it.
+Sing hi ho, envious lown, you're of the beagle's kind,
+Who always bark'd at the moon, because in the dark it shined.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+'Tis this that vengeance rouses, that, while you make long prayers,
+You eat up widows' houses, and drink the orphan's tears;
+Long time you kept a great noise, of God and the Good old Cause;
+But if God to you be so kind, then I'me of the Indian's mind.
+Sing hi ho, Sir Harry, (94) we see, by your demeanour,
+If longer here you tarry, you'll be Sir Harry Vane, Senior.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Now if your zeal do warme ye, pray loud for fairer weather;
+Swear to live and die with the army, for these birds are flown
+together;
+The House is turn'd out a doe, (and I think it was no sin, too);
+If we take them there any more, we'll throw the House out of the
+window.
+Sing hi ho, Tom Scot, (95) you lent the Devil your hand;
+I wonder he helpt you not, but suffred you t' be trapand.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+They're once again conduced, and we freed from the evil
+To which we long were used; God blesse us next from the Devil!
+If they had not been outed the array had been routed,
+And then this rotten Rump had sat until the last trump.
+But, hi ho, Lambert's here, the Protector's instrument bore,
+And many there be who swear that he will do it no more.
+Sing hi ho, etc.
+
+Come here, then, honest Peters, (96) say grace for the second
+course,
+So long as these your betters must patience have upon force,
+Long time he kept a great noise with God and the Good old Cause,
+But if God own such as these, then where's the Devil's fees?
+Sing hi ho, Hugo, I hear thou art not dead;
+Where now to the Devil will you go, your patrons being fled?
+Sing hi ho, my honey, my heart shall never rue,
+Four-and-twenty now for a penny, and into the bargain Hugh.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Tale Of The Cobbler And The Vicar Of Bray
+
+
+
+Rara est concordia fratrum.  Ovid.
+
+By Samuel Butler.
+
+The "Sir Samuel" of this Ballad is the same person - Sir Samuel
+Luke of Bedfordshire - who is supposed to have been the unconscious
+model of the portrait which is drawn so much more fully in the
+inimitable Hudibras.  Ralph is also the well-known Squire in the
+same poem.  The Ballad, though published in Butler's "Posthumous
+Works," 1724, was rejected by Thyer in the edition of 1784, and is
+not included in the "Genuine Remains," published from the original
+manuscripts, formerly in the possession of William Longueville,
+Esq.  If not by Butler, it is a successful imitation of his style,
+and abounds in phrases of sturdy colloquial English, and is of a
+date long anterior to the popular song, "The Vicar of Bray."
+
+
+In Bedfordshire there dwelt a knight,
+Sir Samuel by name,
+Who by his feats in civil broils
+Obtain'd a mighty fame.
+
+Nor was he much less wise and stout,
+But fit in both respects
+To humble sturdy Cavaliers,
+And to support the sects.
+
+This worthy knight was one that swore
+He would not cut his beard
+Till this ungodly nation was
+From kings and bishops clear'd:
+
+Which holy vow he firmly kept,
+And most devoutly wore
+A grizly meteor on his face
+Till they were both no more.
+
+His worship was, in short, a man
+Of such exceeding worth,
+No pen or pencil can describe,
+Or rhyming bard set forth.
+
+Many and mighty things he did
+Both sober and in liquor, -
+Witness the mortal fray between
+The Cobbler and the Vicar;
+
+Which by his wisdom and his power
+He wisely did prevent,
+And both the combatants at once
+In wooden durance pent.
+
+The manner how these two fell out
+And quarrell'd in their ale,
+I shall attempt at large to show
+In the succeeding tale.
+
+A strolling cobbler, who was wont
+To trudge from town to town,
+Happen'd upon his walk to meet
+A vicar in his gown.
+
+And as they forward jogg'd along,
+The vicar, growing hot,
+First asked the cobbler if he knew
+Where they might take a pot?
+
+Yes, marry that I do, quoth he;
+Here is a house hard by,
+That far exceeds all Bedfordshire
+For ale and landlady.
+
+Thither let's go, the vicar said;
+And when they thither came,
+He liked the liquor wondrous well,
+But better far the dame.
+
+And she, who, like a cunning jilt,
+Knew how to please her guest,
+Used all her little tricks and arts
+To entertain the priest.
+
+The cobbler too, who quickly saw
+The landlady's design,
+Did all that in his power was
+To manage the divine.
+
+With smutty jests and merry songs
+They charm'd the vicar so,
+That he determined for that night
+No further he would go.
+
+And being fixt, the cobbler thought
+'Twas proper to go try
+If he could get a job or two
+His charges to supply.
+
+So going out into the street,
+He bawls with all his might, -
+If any of you tread awry
+I'm here to set you right.
+
+I can repair your leaky boots,
+And underlay your soles;
+Backsliders, I can underprop
+And patch up all your holes.
+
+The vicar, who unluckily
+The cobbler's outcry heard,
+From off the bench on which he sat
+With mighty fury rear'd.
+
+Quoth he, What priest, what holy priest
+Can hear this bawling slave,
+But must, in justice to his coat,
+Chastise the saucy knave?
+
+What has this wretch to do with souls,
+Or with backsliders either,
+Whose business only is his awls,
+His lasts, his thread, and leather?
+
+I lose my patience to be made
+This strolling varlet's sport;
+Nor could I think this saucy rogue
+Could serve me in such sort.
+
+The cobbler, who had no design
+The vicar to displease,
+Unluckily repeats again, -
+I'm come your soals to ease:
+
+The inward and the outward too
+I can repair and mend;
+And all that my assistance want,
+I'll use them like a friend.
+
+The country folk no sooner heard
+The honest cobbler's tongue,
+But from the village far and near
+They round about him throng.
+
+Some bring their boots, and some their shoes,
+And some their buskins bring:
+The cobbler sits him down to work,
+And then begins to sing.
+
+Death often at the cobbler's stall
+Was wont to make a stand,
+But found the cobbler singing still,
+And on the mending hand;
+
+Until at length he met old Time,
+And then they both together
+Quite tear the cobbler's aged sole
+From off the upper leather.
+
+Even so a while I may old shoes
+By care and art maintain,
+But when the leather's rotten grown
+All art and care is vain.
+
+And thus the cobbler stitched and sung,
+Not thinking any harm;
+Till out the angry vicar came
+With ale and passion warm.
+
+Dost thou not know, vile slave! quoth he,
+How impious 'tis to jest
+With sacred things, and to profane
+The office of a priest?
+
+How dar'st thou, most audacious wretch!
+Those vile expressions use,
+Which make the souls of men as cheap
+As soals of boots and shoes?
+
+Such reprobates as you betray
+Our character and gown,
+And would, if you had once the power,
+The Church itself pull down.
+
+The cobbler, not aware that he
+Had done or said amiss,
+Reply'd, I do not understand
+What you can mean by this.
+
+Tho' I but a poor cobbler be,
+And stroll about for bread,
+None better loves the Church than I
+That ever wore a head.
+
+But since you are so good at names,
+And make so loud a pother,
+I'll tell you plainly I'm afraid
+You're but some cobbling brother.
+
+Come, vicar, tho' you talk so big,
+Our trades are near akin;
+I patch and cobble outward soals
+As you do those within.
+
+And I'll appeal to any man
+That understands the nation,
+If I han't done more good than you
+In my respective station.
+
+Old leather, I must needs confess,
+I've sometimes used as new,
+And often pared the soal so near
+That I have spoil'd the shoe.
+
+You vicars, by a different way,
+Have done the very same;
+For you have pared your doctrines so
+You made religion lame.
+
+Your principles you've quite disown'd,
+And old ones changed for new,
+That no man can distinguish right
+Which are the false or true.
+
+I dare be bold, you're one of those
+Have took the Covenant;
+With Cavaliers are Cavalier,
+And with the saints a saint.
+
+The vicar at this sharp rebuke
+Begins to storm and swear;
+Quoth he, Thou vile apostate wretch!
+Dost thou with me compare?
+
+I that have care of many souls,
+And power to damn or save,
+Dar'st thou thyself compare with me,
+Thou vile, ungodly knave!
+
+I wish I had thee somewhere else,
+I'd quickly make thee know
+What 'tis to make comparisons,
+And to revile me so.
+
+Thou art an enemy to the State,
+Some priest in masquerade,
+That, to promote the Pope's designs,
+Has learnt the cobbling trade:
+
+Or else some spy to Cavaliers,
+And art by them sent out
+To carry false intelligence,
+And scatter lies about.
+
+But whilst the vicar full of ire
+Was railing at this rate,
+His worship, good Sir Samuel,
+O'erlighted at the gate.
+
+And asking of the landlady
+Th' occasion of the stir;
+Quoth she, If you will give me leave
+I will inform you, Sir.
+
+This cobbler happening to o'ertake
+The vicar in his walk,
+In friendly sort they forward march,
+And to each other talk.
+
+Until the parson first proposed
+To stop and take a whet;
+So cheek by jole they hither came
+Like travellers well met.
+
+A world of healths and jests went round,
+Sometimes a merry tale;
+Till they resolved to stay all night,
+So well they liked my ale.
+
+Thus all things lovingly went on,
+And who so great as they;
+Before an ugly accident
+Began this mortal fray.
+
+The case I take it to be this, -
+The vicar being fixt,
+The cobbler chanced to cry his trade,
+And in his cry he mixt
+
+Some harmless words, which I suppose
+The vicar falsely thought
+Might be design'd to banter him,
+And scandalize his coat.
+
+If that be all, quoth he, go out
+And bid them both come in;
+A dozen of your nappy ale
+Will set 'em right again.
+
+And if the ale should chance to fail,
+For so perhaps it may,
+I have it in my powers to try
+A more effectual way.
+
+These vicars are a wilful tribe,
+A restless, stubborn crew;
+And if they are not humbled quite,
+The State they will undo.
+
+The cobbler is a cunning knave,
+That goes about by stealth,
+And would, instead of mending shoes,
+Repair the Commonwealth.
+
+However, bid 'em both come in,
+This fray must have an end;
+Such little feuds as these do oft
+To greater mischiefs tend.
+
+Without more bidding out she goes
+And told them, by her troth,
+There was a magistrate within
+That needs must see 'em both.
+
+But, gentlemen, pray distance keep,
+And don't too testy be;
+Ill words good manners still corrupt
+And spoil good company.
+
+To this the vicar first replies,
+I fear no magistrate;
+For let 'em make what laws they will,
+I'll still obey the State.
+
+Whatever I can say or do,
+I'm sure not much avails;
+I stall still be Vicar of Bray
+Whichever side prevails.
+
+My conscience, thanks to Heaven, is come
+To such a happy pass,
+That I can take the Covenant
+And never hang an ass.
+
+I've took so many oaths before,
+That now without remorse
+I take all oaths the State can make,
+As meerly things of course.
+
+Go therefore, dame, the justice tell
+His summons I'll obey;
+And further you may let him know
+I Vicar am of Bray.
+
+I find indeed, the cobbler said,
+I am not much mistaken;
+This vicar knows the ready way
+To save his reverend bacon. (97)
+
+This is a hopeful priest indeed,
+And well deserves a rope;
+Rather than lose his vicarage
+He'd swear to Turk or Pope.
+
+For gain he would his God deny,
+His country and his King;
+Swear and forswear, recant and lye,
+Do any wicked thing.
+
+At this the vicar set his teeth,
+And to the cobbler flew;
+And with his sacerdotal fist
+Gave him a box or two.
+
+The cobbler soon return'd the blows,
+And with both head and heel
+So manfully behaved himself,
+He made the vicar reel.
+
+Great was the outcry that was made,
+And in the woman ran
+To tell his worship that the fight
+Betwixt them was began.
+
+And is it so indeed? quoth he;
+I'll make the slaves repent:
+Then up he took his basket hilt,
+And out enraged he went.
+
+The country folk no sooner saw
+The knight with naked blade,
+But for his worship instantly
+An open lane was made;
+
+Who with a stern and angry look
+Cry'd out, What knaves are these
+That in the face of justice dare
+Disturb the public peace?
+
+Vile rascals!  I will make you know
+I am a magistrate,
+And that as such I bear about
+The vengeance of the State.
+
+Go, seize them, Ralph, and bring them in,
+That I may know the cause,
+That first induced them to this rage,
+And thus to break the laws.
+
+Ralph, who was both his squire and clerk,
+And constable withal,
+I' th' name o' th' Commonwealth aloud
+Did for assistance bawl.
+
+The words had hardly pass'd his mouth
+But they secure them both;
+And Ralph, to show his furious zeal
+And hatred to the cloth,
+
+Runs to the vicar through the crowd,
+And takes him by the throat:
+How ill, says he, doth this become
+Your character and coat!
+
+Was it for this not long ago
+You took the Covenant,
+And in most solemn manner swore
+That you'd become a saint?
+
+And here he gave him such a pinch
+That made the vicar shout, -
+Good people, I shall murder'd be
+By this ungodly lout.
+
+He gripes my throat to that degree
+I can't his talons bear;
+And if you do not hold his hands,
+He'll throttle me, I fear.
+
+At this a butcher of the town
+Steps up to Ralph in ire, -
+What, will you squeeze his gullet through,
+You son of blood and fire?
+
+You are the Devil's instrument
+To execute the laws;
+What, will you murther the poor man
+With your phanatick claws?
+
+At which the squire quits his hold,
+And lugging out his blade,
+Full at the sturdy butcher's pate
+A furious stroke he made.
+
+A dismal outcry then began
+Among the country folk;
+Who all conclude the butcher slain
+By such a mortal stroke.
+
+But here good fortune, that has still
+A friendship for the brave,
+I' th' nick misguides the fatal blow,
+And does the butcher save.
+
+The knight, who heard the noise within,
+Runs out with might and main,
+And seeing Ralph amidst the crowd
+In danger to be slain,
+
+Without regard to age or sex
+Old basket-hilt so ply'd,
+That in an instant three or four
+Lay bleeding at his side.
+
+And greater mischiefs in his rage
+This furious knight had done,
+If he had not prevented been
+By Dick, the blacksmith's son,
+
+Who catch'd his worship on the hip,
+And gave him such a squelch,
+That he some moments breathless lay
+Ere he was heard to belch.
+
+Nor was the squire in better case,
+By sturdy butcher ply'd,
+Who from the shoulder to the flank
+Had soundly swinged his hide.
+
+Whilst things in this confusion stood,
+And knight and squire disarm'd,
+Up comes a neighbouring gentleman
+The outcry had alarm'd;
+
+Who riding up among the crowd,
+The vicar first he spy'd,
+With sleeveless gown and bloody band
+And hands behind him ty'd.
+
+Bless me, says he, what means all this?
+Then turning round his eyes,
+In the same plight, or in a worse,
+The cobbler bleeding spies.
+
+And looking further round he saw,
+Like one in doleful dump,
+The knight, amidst a gaping mob,
+Sit pensive on his rump.
+
+And by his side lay Ralph his squire,
+Whom butcher fell had maul'd;
+Who bitterly bemoan'd his fate,
+And for a surgeon call'd.
+
+Surprised at first he paused awhile,
+And then accosts the knight, -
+What makes you here, Sir Samuel,
+In this unhappy plight?
+
+At this the knight gave's breast a thump,
+And stretching out his hand, -
+If you will pull me up, he cried,
+I'll try if I can stand.
+
+And then I'll let you know the cause;
+But first take care of Ralph,
+Who in my good or ill success
+Doth always stand my half.
+
+In short, he got his worship up
+And led him in the door;
+Where he at length relates the tale
+As I have told before.
+
+When he had heard the story out,
+The gentleman replies, -
+It is not in my province, sir,
+Your worship to advise.
+
+But were I in your worship's place,
+The only thing I'd do,
+Was first to reprimand the fools,
+And then to let them go.
+
+I think it first advisable
+To take them from the rabble,
+And let them come and both set forth
+The occasion of the squabble.
+
+This is the Vicar, Sir, of Bray,
+A man of no repute,
+The scorn and scandal of his tribe,
+A loose, ill-manner'd brute.
+
+The cobbler's a poor strolling wretch
+That mends my servants' shoes;
+And often calls as he goes by
+To bring me country news.
+
+At this his worship grip'd his beard,
+And in an angry mood,
+Swore by the laws of chivalry
+That blood required blood.
+
+Besides, I'm by the Commonwealth
+Entrusted to chastise
+All knaves that straggle up and down
+To raise such mutinies.
+
+However, since 'tis your request,
+They shall be call'd and heard;
+But neither Ralph nor I can grant
+Such rascals should be clear'd.
+
+And so, to wind the tale up short,
+They were call'd in together;
+And by the gentlemen were ask'd
+What wind 'twas blew them thither.
+
+Good ale and handsome landladies
+You might have nearer home;
+And therefore 'tis for something more
+That you so far are come.
+
+To which the vicar answer'd first, -
+My living is so small,
+That I am forced to stroll about
+To try and get a call.
+
+And, quoth the cobbler, I am forced
+To leave my wife and dwelling,
+T' escape the danger of being press'd
+To go a colonelling.
+
+There's many an honest jovial lad
+Unwarily drawn in,
+That I have reason to suspect
+Will scarce get out again.
+
+The proverb says, HARM WATCH HARM CATCH,
+I'll out of danger keep,
+For he that sleeps in a whole skin
+Doth most securely sleep.
+
+My business is to mend bad soals
+And stitch up broken quarters:
+A cobbler's name would look but odd
+Among a list of martyrs.
+
+Faith, cobbler, quoth the gentleman,
+And that shall be my case;
+I will neither party join,
+Let what will come to pass.
+
+No importunities or threats
+My fixt resolves shall rest;
+Come here, Sir Samuel, where's his health
+That loves old England best.
+
+I pity those unhappy fools
+Who, ere they were aware,
+Designing and ambitious men
+Have drawn into a snare.
+
+But, vicar, to come to the case, -
+Amidst a senseless crowd,
+What urged you to such violence,
+And made you talk so loud?
+
+Passion I'm sure does ill become
+Your character and cloath,
+And, tho' the cause be ne'er so just,
+Brings scandal upon both.
+
+Vicar, I speak it with regret,
+An inadvertent priest
+Renders himself ridiculous,
+And every body's jest.
+
+The vicar to be thus rebuked
+A little time stood mute;
+But having gulp'd his passion down,
+Replies, - That cobbling brute
+
+Has treated me with such contempt,
+Such vile expressions used,
+That I no longer could forbear
+To hear myself abused.
+
+The rascal had the insolence
+To give himself the lie,
+And to aver h' had done more good
+And saved more soals than I.
+
+Nay, further, Sir, this miscreant
+To tell me was so bold,
+Our trades were very near of kin,
+But his was the more old.
+
+Now, Sir, I will to you appeal
+On such a provocation,
+If there was not sufficient cause
+To use a little passion?
+
+Now, quoth the cobbler, with your leave,
+I'll prove it to his face,
+All this is mere suggestion,
+And foreign to the case.
+
+And since he calls so many names
+And talks so very loud,
+I will be bound to make it plain
+'Twas he that raised the crowd.
+
+Nay, further, I will make 't appear
+He and the priests have done
+More mischief than the cobblers far
+All over Christendom.
+
+All Europe groans beneath their yoke,
+And poor Great Britain owes
+To them her present miseries,
+And dread of future woes.
+
+The priests of all religions are
+And will be still the same,
+And all, tho' in a different way,
+Are playing the same game.
+
+At this the gentleman stood up, -
+Cobbler, you run too fast;
+By thus condemning all the tribe
+You go beyond your last.
+
+Much mischief has by priests been done,
+And more is doing still;
+But then to censure all alike
+Must be exceeding ill.
+
+Too many, I must needs confess,
+Are mightily to blame,
+Who by their wicked practices
+Disgrace the very name.
+
+But, cobbler, still the major part
+The minor should conclude;
+To argue at another rate's
+Impertinent and rude.
+
+By this time all the neighbours round
+Were flock'd about the door,
+And some were on the vicar's side,
+But on the cobbler's more.
+
+Among the rest a grazier, who
+Had lately been at town
+To sell his oxen and his sheep,
+Brim-full of news came down.
+
+Quoth he, The priests have preach'd and pray'd,
+And made so damn'd a pother,
+That all the people are run mad
+To murther one another.
+
+By their contrivances and arts
+They've play'd their game so long,
+That no man knows which side is right,
+Or which is in the wrong.
+
+I'm sure I've Smithfield market used
+For more than twenty year,
+But never did such murmurings
+And dreadful outcries hear.
+
+Some for a church, and some a tub,
+And some for both together;
+And some, perhaps the greater part,
+Have no regard for either.
+
+Some for a king, and some for none;
+And some have hankerings
+To mend the Commonwealth, and make
+An empire of all kings.
+
+What's worse, old Noll is marching off,
+And Dick, his heir-apparent,
+Succeeds him in the government,
+A very lame vicegerent.
+
+He'll reign but little time, poor fool,
+But sink beneath the State,
+That will not fail to ride the fool
+'Bove common horseman's weight.
+
+And rulers, when they lose the power,
+Like horses overweigh'd,
+Must either fall and break their knees,
+Or else turn perfect jade.
+
+The vicar to be twice rebuked
+No longer could contain;
+But thus replies, - To knaves like you
+All arguments are vain.
+
+The Church must use her arm of flesh,
+The other will not do;
+The clergy waste their breath and time
+On miscreants like you.
+
+You are so stubborn and so proud,
+So dull and prepossest,
+That no instructions can prevail
+How well soe'er addrest.
+
+Who would reform such reprobates,
+Must drub them soundly first;
+I know no other way but that
+To make them wise or just.
+
+Fie, vicar, fie, his patron said,
+Sure that is not the way;
+You should instruct your auditors
+To suffer or obey.
+
+Those were the doctrines that of old
+The learned fathers taught;
+And 'twas by them the Church at first
+Was to perfection brought.
+
+Come, vicar, lay your feuds aside,
+And calmly take your cup;
+And let us try in friendly wise
+To make the matter up.
+
+That's certainly the wiser course,
+And better too by far;
+All men of prudence strive to quench
+The sparks of civil war.
+
+By furious heats and ill advice
+Our neighbours are undone,
+Then let us timely caution take
+From their destruction.
+
+If we would turn our heads about,
+And look towards forty-one,
+We soon should see what little jars
+Those cruel wars begun.
+
+A one-eyed cobbler then was one
+Of that rebellious crew,
+That did in Charles the martyr's blood
+Their wicked hands imbrue.
+
+I mention this not to deface
+This cobbler's reputation,
+Whom I have always honest found,
+And useful in his station.
+
+But this I urge to let you see
+The danger of a fight
+Between a cobbler and a priest,
+Though he were ne'er so right.
+
+The vicars are a numerous tribe,
+So are the cobblers too;
+And if a general quarrel rise,
+What must the country do?
+
+Our outward and our inward soals
+Must quickly want repair;
+And all the neighbourhood around
+Would the misfortune share.
+
+Sir, quoth the grazier, I believe
+Our outward soals indeed
+May quickly want the cobbler's help
+To be from leakings freed.
+
+But for our inward souls, I think
+They're of a worth too great
+To be committed to the care
+Of any holy cheat,
+
+Who only serves his God for gain,
+Religion is his trade;
+And 'tis by such as these our Church
+So scandalous is made.
+
+Why should I trust my soul with one
+That preaches, swears, and prays,
+And the next moment contradicts
+Himself in all he says?
+
+His solemn oaths he looks upon
+As only words of course!
+Which like their wives our fathers took
+For better or for worse.
+
+But he takes oaths as some take w-s,
+Only to serve his ease;
+And rogues and w-s, it is well known,
+May part whene'er they please.
+
+At this the cobbler bolder grew,
+And stoutly thus reply'd, -
+If you're so good at drubbing, Sir,
+Your manhood shall be try'd.
+
+What I have said I will maintain,
+And further prove withal -
+I daily do more good than you
+In my respective call.
+
+I know your character, quoth he,
+You proud insulting vicar,
+Who only huff and domineer
+And quarrel in your liquor.
+
+The honest gentleman, who saw
+'Twould come again to blows,
+Commands the cobbler to forbear,
+And to the vicar goes.
+
+Vicar, says he, for shame give o'er
+And mitigate your rage;
+You scandalize your cloth too much
+A cobbler to engage.
+
+All people's eyes are on your tribe,
+And every little ill
+They multiply and aggravate
+And will because they will.
+
+But now let's call another cause,
+So let this health go round;
+Be peace and plenty, truth and right,
+In good old England found.
+
+Quoth Ralph, All this is empty talk
+And only tends to laughter;
+If these two varlets should be spared,
+Who'd pity us hereafter?
+
+Your worship may do what you please,
+But I'll have satisfaction
+For drubbing and for damages
+In this ungodly action.
+
+I think that you can do no less
+Than send them to the stocks;
+And I'll assist the constable
+In fixing in their hocks.
+
+There let 'em sit and fight it out,
+Or scold till they are friends;
+Or, what is better much than both,
+Till I am made amends.
+
+Ralph, quoth the knight, that's well advised,
+Let them both hither go,
+And you and the sub-magistrate
+Take care that it be so.
+
+Let them be lock'd in face to face,
+Bare buttocks on the ground;
+And let them in that posture sit
+Till they with us compound.
+
+Thus fixt, well leave them for a time,
+Whilst we with grief relate,
+How at a wake this knight and squire
+Got each a broken pate.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Geneva Ballad
+
+
+
+From Samuel Butler's Posthumous Works.
+
+
+Of all the factions in the town
+Moved by French springs or Flemish wheels,
+None turns religion upside down,
+Or tears pretences out at heels,
+Like SPLAYMOUTH with his brace of caps,
+Whose conscience might be scann'd perhaps
+By the dimensions of his chaps;
+
+He whom the sisters do adore,
+Counting his actions all divine,
+Who when the spirit hints can roar,
+And, if occasion serves, can whine;
+Nay, he can bellow, bray, or bark;
+Was ever SIKE A BEAUK-LEARN'D clerk
+That speaks all linguas of the ark?
+
+To draw the hornets in like bees,
+With pleasing twangs he tones his prose;
+He gives his handkerchief a squeeze,
+And draws John Calvin thro' his nose;
+Motive on motive he obtrudes,
+With slip-stocking similitudes,
+Eight uses more, and so concludes.
+
+When monarchy began to bleed,
+And treason had a fine new name;
+When Thames was balderdash'd with Tweed,
+And pulpits did like beacons flame;
+When Jeroboam's calves were rear'd,
+And Laud was neither loved nor fear'd,
+This gospel-comet first appear'd.
+
+Soon his unhallow'd fingers stript
+His sovereign-liege of power and land;
+And, having smote his master, slipt
+His sword into his fellow's hand;
+But he that wears his eyes may note
+Oft-times the butcher binds a goat,
+And leaves his boy to cut her throat.
+
+Poor England felt his fury then
+Outweigh'd Queen Mary's many grains;
+His very preaching slew more men
+Than Bonnar's faggots, stakes, and chains:
+With dog-star zeal, and lungs like Boreas,
+He fought, and taught, and, what's notorious,
+Destroy'd his Lord to make him glorious.
+
+Yet drew for King and Parliament,
+As if the wind could stand north-south;
+Broke Moses' law with blest intent,
+Murther'd, and then he wiped his mouth:
+Oblivion alters not his case,
+Nor clemency nor acts of grace
+Can blanch an Ethiopian's face.
+
+Ripe for rebellion, he begins
+To rally up the saints in swarms;
+He bawls aloud, Sir, leave your sins,
+But whispers, Boys, stand to your arms:
+Thus he's grown insolently rude,
+Thinking his gods can't be subdued -
+MONEY, I mean, and MULTITUDE.
+
+Magistrates he regards no more
+Than St George or the King of Colon,
+Vowing he'll not conform before
+The old wives wind their dead in woollen:
+He calls the bishop gray-hair'd coff,
+And makes his power as mere a scoff
+As Dagon when his hands were off.
+
+Hark! how he opens with full cry,
+Halloo, my hearts, beware of Rome!
+Cowards that are afraid to die
+Thus make domestic brawls at home.
+How quietly great Charles might reign,
+Would all these Hotspurs cross the main
+And preach down Popery in Spain.
+
+The starry rule of Heaven is fixt,
+There's no dissension in the sky;
+And can there be a mean betwixt,
+Confusion and conformity?
+A place divided never thrives,
+'Tis bad when hornets dwell in hives,
+But worse when children play with knives.
+
+I would as soon turn back to mass,
+Or change my praise to THEE and THOU;
+Let the Pope ride me like an ass,
+And his priests milk me like a cow!
+As buckle to Smectymnian laws,
+The bad effects o' th' Good old Cause,
+That have dove's plumes, but vulture's claws.
+
+For 'twas the holy Kirk that nursed,
+The Brownists and the ranters' crew;
+Foul error's motley vesture first
+Was oaded (98) in a northern blue;
+And what's th' enthusiastick breed,
+Or men of Knipperdolin's creed,
+But Cov'nanters run up to seed!
+
+Yet they all cry they love the King,
+And make boast of their innocence:
+There cannot be so vile a thing
+But may be cover'd with pretence;
+Yet when all's said, one thing I'll swear,
+No subject like th' old Cavalier,
+No traytor like JACK-PRESBYTER.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Devil's Progress On Earth, Or Huggle Duggle
+
+
+
+From Durfey's "Pills to Purge Melancholy."
+
+
+FRIER BACON walks again,
+And Doctor FORSTER (99) too;
+PROSPERINE and PLUTO,
+And many a goblin crew:
+With that a merry devil,
+To make the AIRING, vow'd;
+Huggle Duggle, Ha! ha! ha!
+The Devil laugh'd aloud.
+
+Why think you that he laugh'd?
+Forsooth he came from court;
+And there amongst the gallants
+Had spy'd such pretty sport;
+There was such cunning jugling,
+And ladys gon so proud;
+Huggle Duggle, etc.
+
+With that into the city
+Away the Devil went;
+To view the merchants' dealings
+It was his full intent:
+And there along the brave Exchange
+He crept into the croud.
+Huggle Duggle, etc.
+
+He went into the city
+To see all there was well;
+Their scales were false, their weights were light,
+Their conscience fit for hell;
+And PANDERS chosen magistrates,
+And PURITANS allow'd.
+Huggle Duggle, etc.
+
+With that unto the country
+Away the Devil goeth;
+For there is all plain dealing,
+For that the Devil knoweth:
+But the rich man reaps the gains
+For which the poor man plough'd.
+Huggle Duggle, etc.
+
+With that the Devil in haste
+Took post away to hell,
+And call'd his fellow furies,
+And told them all on earth was well:
+That falsehood there did flourish,
+Plain dealing was in a cloud.
+Huggle Duggle, Ha! ha! ha!
+The devils laugh'd aloud.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A Bottle Definition Of That Fallen Angel, Called A Whig
+
+
+
+From a collection of Historical and State Poems, Satyrs, Songs, and
+Epigrams, by Ned Ward, A. D. 1717.
+
+
+What is a Whig?  A cunning rogue
+That once was in, now out of vogue:
+A rebel to the Church and throne,
+Of Lucifer the very spawn.
+
+A tyrant, who is ne'er at rest
+In power, or when he's dispossess'd;
+A knave, who foolishly has lost
+What so much blood and treasure cost.
+
+A lying, bouncing desperado,
+A bomb, a stink-pot, a granado;
+That's ready primed, and charged to break,
+And mischief do for mischief's sake:
+
+A comet, whose portending phiz
+Appears more dreadful than it is;
+But now propitious stars repel
+Those ills it lastly did fortel.
+
+'Twill burst with unregarded spight,
+And, since the Parliament proves right,
+Will turn to smoke, which shone of late
+So bright and flaming in the State.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Desponding Whig
+
+
+
+From Ned Ward's Works, vol. iv. 1709.
+
+
+When owles are strip'd of their disguise,
+And wolves of shepherd's cloathing,
+Those birds and beasts that please our eyes
+Will then beget our loathing;
+When foxes tremble in their holes
+At dangers that they see,
+And those we think so wise prove fools,
+Then low, boys, down go we.
+
+If those designs abortive prove
+We've been so long in hatching,
+And cunning knaves are forced to move
+From home for fear of catching;
+The rabble soon will change their tone
+When our intrigues they see,
+And cry God save the Church and Throne,
+Then low, boys, down go we.
+
+The weaver then no more must leave
+His loom and turn a preacher,
+Nor with his cant poor fools deceive
+To make himself the richer.
+Our leaders soon would disappear
+If such a change should be,
+Our scriblers too would stink for fear,
+Then low, boys, down go we.
+
+No canvisars would dare to shew
+Their postures and grimaces,
+Or proph'sy what they never knew,
+By dint of ugly faces.
+But shove the tumbler through the town,
+And quickly banish'd be,
+For none must teach without a gown,
+Then low, boys, down go we.
+
+If such unhappy days should come,
+Our virtue, moderation,
+Would surely be repaid us home
+With double compensation;
+For as we never could forgive,
+I fear we then should see
+That what we lent we must receive,
+Then low, boys, down go we.
+
+Should honest brethren once discern
+Our knaveries, they'd disown us,
+And bubbl'd fools more wit should learn,
+The Lord have mercy on us;
+Let's guard against that evil day,
+Least such a time should be,
+And tackers should come into play,
+Then low, boys, down go we.
+
+Tho' hitherto we've play'd our parts
+Like wary cunning foxes,
+And gain'd the common people's hearts
+By broaching het'rodoxes, -
+But they're as fickle as the winds,
+With nothing long agree,
+And when they change their wav'ring minds,
+Then low, boys, down go we.
+
+Let's preach and pray, but spit our gall
+On those that do oppose us,
+And cant of grace, in spite of all
+The shame the Devil owes us:
+The just, the loyal, and the wise
+With us shall Papists be,
+For if the HIGH CHURCH once should rise,
+Then, LOW CHURCH, down go we.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Phanatick Zeal, Or A Looking-glass For The Whigs
+
+
+
+From a Collection of 180 Loyal Songs.  Tune, "A Swearing we will
+go."
+
+
+Who would not be a Tory
+When the loyal are call'd so:
+And a Whig now is known
+To be the nation's foe?
+So a Tory I will be, will be,
+And a Tory I will be.
+
+With little band precise,
+Hair Presbyterian cut,
+Whig turns up hands and eyes
+Though smoking hot from slut.
+So a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+Black cap turn'd up with white,
+With wolfish neck and face,
+And mouth with nonsense stuft,
+Speaks Whig a man of grace,
+And a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+The sisters go to meetings
+To meet their gallants there;
+And oft mistake for my Lord,
+And snivel out my dear.
+And a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+Example, we do own,
+Than precept better is;
+For Creswell she was safe,
+When she lived a private Miss.
+And a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+The Whigs, though ne'er so proud,
+Sometimes have been as low,
+For there are some of note
+Have long a raree-show.
+And a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+These mushrooms now have got
+Their champion turn-coat hick;
+But if the naked truth were known
+They're assisted by old Nick.
+And a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+To be and to be not
+At once is in their power;
+For when they're in, they're guilty,
+But clear when out o' the tower.
+And a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+To carry their designs,
+Though 't contradicts their sense;
+They're clear a Whiggish traytor
+Against clear evidence.
+And a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+The old proverb doth us tell,
+Each dog will have his day;
+And Whig has had his too,
+For which he'll soundly pay;
+And a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+For bodkins and for thimbles
+Now let your tubsters cant;
+Their confounded tired cause
+Had never yet more want.
+So a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+For ignoramus Toney
+Has left you in the lurch;
+And you have spent your money,
+So, faith, e'en come to Church;
+For a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+They are of no religion,
+Be it spoken to their glories,
+For St Peter and St Paul
+With them both are Tories;
+And a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+They're excellent contrivers,
+I wonder what they're not,
+For something they can make
+Of nothing and a plot.
+And a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+But now your holy cheat
+Is known throughout the nation;
+And a Whig is known to be
+A thing quite out of fashion.
+And a Tory I will be, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A New Game At Cards:  Or, Win At First And Lose At Last
+
+
+
+A popular ballad, written immediately after the restoration of
+Charles II.; and in which the victorious Cavaliers render honour to
+General Monk, Duke of Albemarle.
+
+Tune, "Ye gallants that delight to play."
+
+
+Ye merry hearts that love to play
+At cards, see who hath won the day;
+You that once did sadly sing
+The knave of clubs hath won the king;
+Now more happy times we have,
+The king hath overcome the knave.
+
+Not long ago a game was play'd,
+When three crowns at the stakes were laid;
+England had no cause to boast,
+Knaves won that which kings had lost:
+Coaches gave the way to carts,
+And clubs were better cards than hearts.
+
+Old Noll was the knave o' clubs,
+And dad of such as preach in tubs;
+Bradshaw, Ireton, and Pride
+Were three other knaves beside;
+And they play'd with half the pack,
+Throwing out all cards but black.
+
+But the just Fates threw these four out,
+Which made the loyal party shout;
+The Pope would fain have had the stock,
+And with these cards have whipt his dock.
+But soon the Devil these cards snatches
+To dip in brimstone, and make matches.
+
+But still the sport for to maintain,
+Bold Lambert, Haslerigg, and Vane,
+With one-eyed Hewson, took their places,
+Knaves were better cards than aces;
+But Fleetwood he himself did save,
+Because he was more fool than knave.
+
+Cromwell, though he so much had won,
+Yet he had an unlucky son;
+He sits still, and not regards,
+Whilst cunning gamesters set the cards;
+And thus, alas! poor silly Dick,
+He play'd awhile, and lost his trick.
+
+The Rumpers that had won whole towns,
+The spoils of martyrs and of crowns,
+Were not contented, but grew rough,
+As though they had not won enough;
+They kept the cards still in their hands,
+To play for tithes and college lands.
+
+The Presbyters began to fret
+That they were like to lose the sett;
+Unto the Rump they did appeal,
+And said it was their turn to deal;
+Then dealt with Presbyterians, but
+The army swore that they would cut.
+
+The foreign lands began to wonder,
+To see what gallants we lived under,
+That they, which Christians did forswear,
+Should follow gaming all the year, -
+Nay more, which was the strangest thing,
+To play so long without a king.
+
+The bold phanatics present were,
+Like butlers with their boxes there,
+Not doubting but that every game
+Some profit would redound to them;
+Because they were the gamesters' minions,
+And every day broach'd new opinions.
+
+But Cheshire men (as stories say)
+Began to show them gamester's play;
+Brave Booth and all his army strives
+To save the stakes, or lose their lives;
+But, oh sad fate! they were undone
+By playing of their cards too soon.
+
+Thus all the while a club was trump,
+There's none could ever beat the Rump,
+Until a noble general came,
+And gave the cheaters a clear slam;
+His finger did outwit their noddy,
+And screw'd up poor Jack Lambert's body.
+
+Then Haslerigg began to scowl,
+And said the general play'd foul.
+Look to him, partners, for I tell ye,
+This Monk has got a king in's belly.
+Not so, quoth Monk, but I believe
+Sir Arthur has a knave in's sleeve.
+
+When General Monk did understand
+The Rump were peeping into's hand,
+He wisely kept his cards from sight,
+Which put the Rump into a fright;
+He saw how many were betray'd
+That show'd their cards before they play'd.
+
+At length, quoth he, some cards we lack,
+I will not play with half a pack;
+What you cast out I will bring in,
+And a new game we will begin:
+With that the standers-by did say
+They never yet saw fairer play.
+
+But presently this game was past,
+And for a second knaves were cast;
+All new cards, not stain'd with spots,
+As was the Rumpers and the Scots, -
+Here good gamesters play'd their parts
+And turn'd up the king of hearts.
+
+After this game was done, I think
+The standers-by had cause to drink,
+And all loyal subjects sing,
+Farewell knaves, and welcome King;
+For, till we saw the King return'd,
+We wish'd the cards had all been burn'd.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Cavaleers Litany
+
+
+
+(March 25th, 1660.) - From the King's Pamphlets, British Museum.
+
+
+From pardons which extend to woods,
+Entitle thieves to keep our goods,
+Forgive our rents as well as bloods,
+God bless, etc.
+
+From judges who award that none
+Of our oppressours should attone
+(The losses sure were not their own),
+God bless, etc.
+
+From Christians which can soon forget
+Our injuries, but not one bit
+Of self-concernment would remit,
+God bless, etc.
+
+From duresse, and their dolefull tale,
+Who, famisht by a lawless sale,
+Compounded it for cakes and ale,
+God bless, etc.
+
+From persons still to tread the stage,
+Who did the drudgeries of our age
+(Such counsells are, I fear, too sage),
+God bless, etc.
+
+From maximes which (to make all sure)
+With great rewards the bad allure,
+'Cause of the good they are secure,
+God bless, etc.
+
+From cunning gamesters, who, they say,
+Are sure to winne, what-e're they play;
+In April Lambert, Charles in May,
+God bless, etc.
+
+From neuters and their leven'd lump,
+Who name the King and mean the Rump,
+Or care not much what card is trump,
+God bless, etc.
+
+From midnight-birds, who lye at catch
+Some plume from monarchy to snatch,
+And from fond youths that cannot watch,
+God bless, etc.
+
+From brethren who must still dissent,
+Whose froward gospell brooks no Lent,
+And who recant, but ne'er repent,
+God bless, etc.
+
+From Levites void of truth and shame,
+Who to the time their pulpits frame,
+And keep the style but change the name,
+God bless, etc.
+
+From men by heynous crimes made rich,
+Who (though their hopes are in the ditch)
+Have still th' old fornicatours itch,
+God bless, etc.
+
+From such as freely paid th' arrears
+Of the State-troops for many years,
+But grudge one tax for Cavaleers,
+God bless, etc.
+
+
+THE SECOND PART.
+
+
+A crown of gold without allay,
+Not here provided for one day,
+But framed above to last for aye!
+God send, etc.
+
+A Queen to fill the empty place,
+And multiply his noble race,
+Wee all beseech the throne of grace
+To send, etc.
+
+A people still as true and kind
+As late (when for their King they pin'd),
+Not fickle as the tide or wild,
+God send, etc.
+
+A fleet like that in fifty-three,
+To re-assert our power at sea,
+And make proud Flemings bend their knee,
+God send, etc.
+
+Full magazines and cash in store,
+That such as wrought his fate before
+May hope to do the same no more,
+God send, etc.
+
+A searching judgement to divine,
+Of persons whether they do joyn
+For love, for fear, or for design,
+God send, etc.
+
+A well-complexion'd Parliament,
+That shall (like Englishmen) resent
+What loyall subjects underwent,
+God send, etc.
+
+Review of statutes lately past,
+Made in such heat, pen'd in such hast,
+That all events were not forecast,
+God send, etc.
+
+Dispatch of businesse, lawes upright,
+And favour where it stands with right,
+(Be their purses ne'er so light),
+God send, etc.
+
+A raven to supply their need,
+Whose martyrdom (like noble seed)
+Sprung up at length and choak't the weed,
+God send, etc.
+
+The King and kingdom's debts defray'd,
+And those of honest men well pay'd,
+To which their vertue them betray'd,
+God send, etc.
+
+Increase of customes to the King
+May our increase of traffick bring,
+'Tis that will make the people sing
+Long live, etc.
+
+
+London, printed for Robert Crofts, at the Crown, in Chancery Lane,
+1661.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Cavalier's Complaint
+
+
+
+This and the following ballad, from the King's Pamphlets, British
+Museum, express the discontent of the Cavaliers at the ingratitude
+of King Charles to the old supporters of the fortunes of his
+family. - (March 15th, 1660.)
+
+To the tune of "I tell thee, Dick."
+
+
+Come, Jack, let's drink a pot of ale,
+And I shall tell thee such a tale
+Will make thine ears to ring;
+My coyne is spent, my time is lost,
+And I this only fruit can boast,
+That once I saw my King.
+
+But this doth most afflict my mind:
+I went to Court in hope to find
+Some of my friends in place;
+And walking there, I had a sight
+Of all the crew, but, by this light!
+I hardly knew one face.
+
+'S'life! of so many noble sparkes,
+Who on their bodies bear the markes
+Of their integritie;
+And suffer'd ruine of estate,
+It was my damn'd unhappy fate
+That I not one could see.
+
+Not one, upon my life, among
+My old acquaintance all along
+At Truro and before;
+And I suppose the place can show
+As few of those whom thou didst know
+At Yorke or Marston-moore.
+
+But truly there are swarmes of those
+Who lately were our chiefest foes,
+Of pantaloons and muffes;
+Whilst the old rusty Cavaleer
+Retires, or dares not once appear,
+For want of coyne and cuffes.
+
+When none of these I could descry,
+Who better far deserv'd then I,
+Calmely I did reflect;
+"Old services (by rule of State)
+Like almanacks grow out of date, -
+What then can I expect?"
+
+Troth! in contempt of Fortune's frown,
+I'll get me fairly out of town,
+And in a cloyster pray;
+That since the starres are yet unkind
+To Royalists, the King may find
+More faithfull friends than they.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  An Echo To The Cavalier's Complaint
+
+
+
+I marvel, Dick, that having been
+So long abroad, and having seen
+The world as thou hast done,
+Thou should'st acquaint mee with a tale
+As old as Nestor, and as stale
+As that of Priest and Nunne. (100)
+
+Are we to learn what is a Court?
+A pageant made for fortune's sport,
+Where merits scarce appear;
+For bashfull merit only dwells
+In camps, in villages, and cells;
+Alas! it dwells not there.
+
+Desert is nice in its addresse,
+And merit ofttimes doth oppresse
+Beyond what guilt would do;
+But they are sure of their demands
+That come to Court with golden hands,
+And brazen faces, too.
+
+The King, they say, doth still professe
+To give his party some redresse,
+And cherish honestie;
+But his good wishes prove in vain,
+Whose service with his servants' gain
+Not alwayes doth agree.
+
+All princes (be they ne'er so wise)
+Are fain to see with others' eyes,
+But seldom hear at all;
+And courtiers find their interest
+In time to feather well their nest,
+Providing for their fall.
+
+Our comfort doth on time depend,
+Things when they are at worst will mend;
+And let us but reflect
+On our condition th' other day,
+When none but tyrants bore the sway,
+What did we then expect?
+
+Meanwhile a calm retreat is best,
+But discontent (if not supprest)
+Will breed disloyaltie;
+This is the constant note I sing,
+I have been faithful to the King,
+And so shall ever be.
+
+London, printed for Robert Crofts, at the Crown, in Chancery Lane,
+1661.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A Relation
+
+
+
+Of Ten grand infamous Traytors, who, for their horrid murder and
+detestable villany against our late soveraigne Lord King Charles
+the First, that ever blessed martyr, were arraigned, tryed, and
+executed in the moneth of October, 1660, which in perpetuity will
+be had in remembrance unto the world's end.
+
+This is one of the Six Ballads of the Restoration found in a trunk,
+and sent by Sir W. C. Trevelyan to the British Museum.  "No measure
+threw more disgrace on the Restoration," says Mr Wright, "than the
+prosecution of the regicides; and the heartless and sanguinary
+manner in which it was conducted tended more than any other
+circumstance to open the eyes of the people to the real character
+of the government to which they had been betrayed."  Pepys observes
+on the 20th Oct., "A bloody week this and the last have been; there
+being ten hanged, drawn, and quartered."
+
+The tune is "Come let us drinke, the time invites."
+
+Hee that can impose a thing,
+And shew forth a reason
+For what was done against the King,
+From the palace to the prison;
+Let him here with me recite,
+For my pen is bent to write
+The horrid facts of treason.
+
+Since there is no learned scribe
+Nor arithmaticion
+Ever able to decide
+The usurp'd base ambition,
+Which in truth I shall declare,
+Traytors here which lately were,
+Who wanted a phisitian.
+
+For the grand disease that bred
+Nature could not weane it;
+From the foot unto the head,
+Was putrefacted treason in it;
+Doctors could no cure give,
+Which made the squire then beleeve
+That he must first begin it.
+
+And the phisick did compose,
+Within a pound of reason;
+First to take away the cause,
+Then to purge away the treason,
+With a dosse of hemp made up,
+Wrought as thickly as a rope,
+And given them in due season.
+
+The doctors did prescribe at last
+To give 'um this potation,
+A vomit or a single cast,
+Well deserved, in purgation;
+After that to lay them downe,
+And bleed a veine in every one,
+As traytors of the nation.
+
+So when first the physicke wrought,
+The thirteenth of October, (101)
+The patient on a sledge was brought,
+Like a rebell and a rover,
+To the execution tree;
+Where with much dexterity
+Was gently turned over.
+
+
+THE SECOND PART - To the same tune.
+
+
+Monday was the fifteenth day,
+As Carew then did follow, (102)
+Of whom all men I thinke might say
+In tyranny did deeply wallow;
+Traytor proved unto the King,
+Which made him on the gallowes swing,
+And all the people hallow.
+
+Tuesday, after Peters, Cooke, (103)
+Two notorious traytors,
+That brought our soveraigne to the blocke,
+For which were hang'd and cut in quarters;
+'Twas Cooke which wrought the bloody thing
+To draw the charge against our King,
+That ever blessed martyr.
+
+Next, on Wednesday, foure came,
+For murthur all imputed,
+There to answer for the same,
+Which in judgement were confuted.
+Gregorie Clement, Jones, and Scot,
+And Scroop together, for a plot, (104)
+Likewise were executed.
+
+Thursday past, and Friday then,
+To end the full conclusion,
+And make the traytors just up ten,
+That day were brought to execution,
+Hacker and proud Axtell he, (105)
+At Tyburne for their treachery
+Received their absolution.
+
+Being against the King and States,
+The Commons all condemn'd 'um,
+And their quarters on the gates
+Hangeth for a memorandum
+'Twixt the heavens and the earth;
+Traytors are so little worth,
+To dust and smoake wee'l send 'um.
+
+Let now October warning make
+To bloody-minded traytors,
+That never phisicke more they take,
+For in this moneth they lost their quarters;
+Being so against the King,
+Which to murther they did bring,
+The ever blessed martyr.
+
+
+London, printed for Fr. Coles, T. Vere, M. Wright, and W.
+Gilbertson.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Glory Of These Nations
+
+
+
+Or, King and peoples happinesse.  Being a brief relation of King
+Charles's royall progresse from Dover to London, how the Lord
+Generall and the Lord Mayor, with all the nobility and gentry of
+the land, brought him thorow the famous city of London to his
+pallace at Westminster, the 29th of May last, being his Majesties
+birth-day, to the great comfort of his loyall subjects.
+
+One of the six curious broadsides found by Sir W. C. Trevelyan in
+the lining of a trunk, and now in the British Museum.
+
+The new Parliament met on the twenty-fifth of April, and on the
+first of May the King's letter from Breda was read, and the
+Restoration determined by a vote of the House.  The King
+immediately repaired to the coast, and, after meeting with some
+obstruction from the roughness of the weather, went on board the
+NAZEBY on the 23rd of May.  On the 25th he landed at Dover.  He
+made his entry into London on the 29th.
+
+To the tune of "When the King enjoys his own again."
+
+
+Where's those that did prognosticate,
+And did envy fair England's state,
+And said King Charles no more should reign?
+Their predictions were but in vain,
+For the King is now return'd,
+For whom fair England mourn'd;
+His nobles royally him entertain.
+Now blessed be the day!
+Thus do his subjects say,
+That God hath brought him home again.
+
+The twenty-second of lovely May
+At Dover arrived, fame doth say,
+Where our most noble generall
+Did on his knees before him fall,
+Craving to kiss his hand,
+So soon as he did land.
+Royally they did him entertain,
+With all their pow'r and might,
+To bring him to his right,
+And place him in his own again.
+
+Then the King, I understand,
+Did kindly take him by the hand
+And lovingly did him embrace,
+Rejoycing for to see his face.
+Hee lift him from the ground
+With joy that did abound,
+And graciously did him entertain;
+Rejoycing that once more
+He was o' th' English shore,
+To enjoy his own in peace again.
+
+From Dover to Canterbury they past,
+And so to Cobham-hall at last;
+From thence to London march amain,
+With a triumphant and glorious train,
+Where he was received with joy,
+His sorrow to destroy,
+In England once more for to raign;
+Now all men do sing,
+God save Charles our King,
+That now enjoyes his own again.
+
+At Deptford the maidens they
+Stood all in white by the high-way
+Their loyalty to Charles to show,
+They with sweet flowers his way to strew.
+Each wore a ribbin blew,
+They were of comely hue,
+With joy they did him entertain,
+With acclamations to the skye
+As the King passed by,
+For joy that he receives his own again.
+
+In Wallworth-fields a gallant band
+Of London 'prentices did stand,
+All in white dublets very gay,
+To entertain King Charles that day,
+With muskets, swords, and pike;
+I never saw the like,
+Nor a more youthfull gallant train;
+They up their hats did fling,
+And cry, "God save the King!
+Now he enjoys his own again."
+
+At Newington-Buts the Lord Mayor willed
+A famous booth for to be builded,
+Where King Charles did make a stand,
+And received the sword into his hand;
+Which his Majesty did take,
+And then returned back
+Unto the Mayor with love again.
+A banquet they him make,
+He doth thereof partake,
+Then marcht his triumphant train.
+
+The King with all his noblemen,
+Through Southwark they marched then;
+First marched Major Generall Brown, (106)
+Then Norwich Earle of great renown, (107)
+With many a valiant knight
+And gallant men of might,
+Richly attired, marching amain,
+There Lords Mordin, Gerard, and
+The good Earle of Cleavland, (108)
+To bring the King to his own again.
+
+Near sixty flags and streamers then
+Was born before a thousand men,
+In plush coats and chaines of gold,
+These were most rich for to behold;
+With every man his page,
+The glory of his age;
+With courage bold they marcht amain,
+Then with gladnesse they
+Brought the King on his way
+For to enjoy his own again.
+
+Then Lichfields and Darbyes Earles, (109)
+Two of fair England's royall pearles;
+Major Generall Massey then
+Commanded the life guard of men,
+The King for to defend,
+If any should contend,
+Or seem his comming to restrain;
+But also joyfull were
+That no such durst appear,
+Now the King enjoyes his own again.
+
+Four rich maces before them went,
+And many heralds well content;
+The Lord Mayor and the generall
+Did march before the King withall.
+His brothers on each side
+Along by him did ride;
+The Southwark-waits did play amain,
+Which made them all to smile
+And to stand still awhile,
+And then they marched on again.
+
+Then with drawn swords all men did side,
+And flourishing the same, then cryed,
+"Charles the Second now God save,
+That he his lawfull right may have!
+And we all on him attend,
+From dangers him to defend,
+And all that with him doth remain.
+Blessed be God that we
+Did live these days to see,
+That the King enjoyes his own again!"
+
+The bells likewise did loudly ring,
+Bonefires did burn and people sing;
+London conduits did run with wine,
+And all men do to Charles incline;
+Hoping now that all
+Unto their trades may fall,
+Their famylies for to maintain,
+And from wrong be free,
+'Cause we have liv'd to see
+The King enjoy his own again.
+
+
+London, printed for Charles Tyns, on London Bridge.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Noble Progress
+
+
+
+Or, A True Relation Of The Lord General Monk's Political
+Proceedings.
+
+The Noble Progresse, or a True Relation of the Lord General Monk's
+Political Proceedings with the Rump, the calling in the secluded
+Members, their transcendant vote for his sacred Majesty, with his
+reception at Dover, and royal conduct through the City of London to
+his famous Palace at Whitehall.  One of the broadsides in the
+British Museum, found in the lining of an old trunk by Sir W. C.
+Trevelyan.
+
+Tune - "When first the Scottish wars began."
+
+
+Good people, hearken to my call,
+I'le tell you all what did befall
+And hapned of late;
+Our noble valiant General Monk
+Came to the Rump, who lately stunk
+With their council of state.
+Admiring what this man would doe,
+His secret mind there's none could know,
+They div'd into him as much as they could, -
+George would not be won with their silver nor gold:
+The sectarian saints at this lookt blew,
+With all the rest of the factious crew,
+They vapour'd awhile, and were in good hope,
+But now they have nothing left but the rope.
+
+Another invention then they sought,
+Which long they wrought for to be brought
+To claspe him with they;
+Quoth Vane and Scot, I'le tell you what,
+Wee'l have a plot and he shall not,
+Wee'l carry the sway:
+Let's vote him a thousand pound a yeare,
+And Hampton Court for him and his Heire.
+Indeed, quoth George, ye're Free Parliament men
+To cut a thong out of another man's skin.
+The sectarian, etc.
+
+They sent him then with all his hosts
+To break our posts and raise our ghosts,
+Which was their intent;
+To cut our gates and chain all downe
+Unto the ground - this trick they found
+To make him be shent:
+This plot the Rump did so accord
+To cast an odium on my lord,
+But in the task he was hard put untoo't,
+'Twas enough to infect both his horse and his foot,
+The sectarian, etc.
+
+But when my lord perceived that night
+What was their spight, he brought to light
+Their knaveries all;
+This Parliament of forty-eight,
+Which long did wait, came to him straight,
+To give them a fall,
+And some phanatical people knew
+That George would give them their fatall due;
+Indeed he did requite them agen,
+For he pul'd the Monster out of his den.
+The sectarian, etc.
+
+To the House our worthy Parliament
+With good intent they boldly went
+To vote home the King,
+And many hundred people more
+Stood at the doore, and waited for
+Good tidings to bring;
+Yet some in the House had their hands much in blood,
+And in great opposition like traytors they stood;
+But yet I believe it is very well known
+That those that were for him were twenty to one.
+But the sectarian, etc.
+
+They call'd the League and Covenant in
+To read again to every man;
+But what comes next?
+All sequestrations null be void,
+The people said none should be paid,
+For this was the text.
+For, as I heard all the people say,
+They voted King Charles the first of May;
+Bonfires burning, bells did ring,
+And our streets did echo with God bless ye King.
+At this the sectarian, etc.
+
+Our general then to Dover goes,
+In spite of foes or deadly blowes,
+Saying Vive le Roy;
+And all the glories of the land,
+At his command they there did stand
+In triumph and joy.
+Good Lord, what a sumptuous sight 'twas to see
+Our good Lord General fall on his knee
+To welcome home his Majestie,
+And own his sacred sovereignty.
+But the sectarian, etc.
+
+When all the worthy noble train
+Came back again with Charlemain,
+Our sovereign great:
+The Lord Mayor in his scarlet gown,
+His chain so long, went through the town
+In pompe and state.
+The livery-men each line the way
+Upon this great triumphant day;
+Five rich maces carried before,
+And my Lord himselfe the sword he bore.
+Then Vive le Roy the gentry did sing,
+For General Monk rode next to the King;
+With acclamations, shouts, and cryes,
+I thought they would have rent the skyes.
+
+The conduits, ravished with joy,
+As I may say, did run all day
+Great plenty of wine;
+And every gentleman of note
+In's velvet coat that could be got
+In glory did shine.
+There were all the peeres and barrons bold,
+Richly clad in silver and gold,
+Marched through the street so brave,
+No greater pompe a king could have.
+At this, the sacristan, etc.
+
+And thus conducted all along
+Throughout the throng, still he did come
+Unto White Hall;
+Attended by those noble-men,
+Bold heroes' kin that brought him in
+With the geneall;
+Who was the man that brought him home
+And placed him on his royal throne; -
+'Twas General Monk did doe the thing,
+So God preserve our gracious King,
+Now the sacristan, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  On The King's Return
+
+
+
+By Alex. Brome.
+
+
+Long have we waited for a happy end
+Of all our miseries and strife; -
+But still in vain; - the swordmen did intend
+To make them hold for term of life:
+That our distempers might be made
+Their everlasting livelihood and trade.
+
+They entail their swords and guns,
+And pay, which wounded more,
+Upon their daughters and their sons,
+Thereby to keep us ever poor.
+
+But when the Civil Wars were past,
+They civil government invade,
+To make our taxes and our slavery last,
+Both to their titles and their trade.
+
+But now we are redeem'd from all
+By our indulgent King,
+Whose coming does prevent our fall,
+With loyal and with joyful hearts we'll sing:
+
+CHORUS
+
+Welcome, welcome, royal May,
+Welcome, long-desired Spring.
+Many Springs and Mays we've seen,
+Have brought forth what's gay and green;
+But none is like this glorious day,
+Which brings forth our gracious King.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Brave Barbary
+
+
+
+A Ballad by Alex. Brome.
+
+
+Old England is now a brave Barbary made,
+And every one has an ambition to ride her;
+King Charles was a horseman that long used the trade,
+But he rode in a snaffle, and that could not guide her.
+
+Then the hungry Scot comes with spur and with switch,
+And would teach her to run a Geneva career;
+His grooms were all Puritan, Traytor, and Witch,
+But she soon threw them down with their pedlary geer.
+
+The Long Parliament next came all to the block,
+And they this untameable palfrey would ride;
+But she would not bear all that numerous flock,
+At which they were fain themselves to divide.
+
+Jack Presbyter first gets the steed by the head,
+While the reverend Bishops had hold of the bridle;
+Jack said through the nose they their flockes did not feed,
+But sat still on the beast and grew aged and idle.
+
+And then comes the Rout, with broom-sticks inspired,
+And pull'd down their graces, their sleeves, and their train;
+And sets up Sir Jack, who the beast quickly tyr'd
+With a journey to Scotland and thence back again.
+
+Jack rode in a doublet, with a yoke of prick-ears,
+A cursed splay-mouth and a Covenant spur,
+Rides switching and spurring with jealousies and fears,
+Till the poor famish'd beast was not able to stir.
+
+Next came th' Independent - a dev'lish designer,
+And got himself call'd by a holier name -
+Makes Jack to unhorse, for he was diviner,
+And would make her travel as far's Amsterdam.
+
+But Nol, a rank-rider, gets first in the saddle,
+And made her show tricks, and curvate, and rebound;
+She quickly perceived that he rode widdle waddle,
+And like his coach-horses threw his Highness to ground.
+
+Then Dick, being lame, rode holding by the pummel,
+Not having the wit to get hold of the rein;
+But the jade did so snort at the sight of a Cromwell,
+That poor Dick and his kindred turn'd footmen again.
+
+Next Fleetwood and Vane with their rascally pack,
+Would every one put their feet in the stirrup;
+But they pull'd the saddle quite off of her back,
+And were all got under her before they were up.
+
+At last the King mounts her, and then she stood still;
+As his Bucephalus, proud of this rider,
+She cheerfully yields to his power and skill
+Who is careful to feed her, and skilful to guide her.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A Catch
+
+
+
+By Alex. Brome.  A.D. 1660.
+
+
+Let's leave off our labour, and now let's go play,
+For this is our time to be jolly;
+Our plagues and our plaguers are both fled away,
+To nourish our griefs is but folly:
+He that won't drink and sing
+Is a traytor to's King,
+And so he that does not look twenty years younger;
+We'll look blythe and trim
+With rejoicing at him
+That is the restorer and will be the prolonger
+Of all our felicity and health,
+The joy of our hearts, and increase of our wealth.
+'Tis he brings our trading, our trading brings riches,
+Our riches brings honour, at which every mind itches,
+And our riches bring sack, and our sack brings us joy,
+And our joy makes us leap and sing,
+Vive le Roy!
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Turn-Coat
+
+
+
+By Samuel Butler.  1661.
+
+Several lines in this song were incorporated in the better-known
+ballad of the Vicar of Bray, said by Nichols in his Select Poems to
+have been written by a soldier in Colonel Fuller's troop of
+dragoons, in the reign of George I.  Butler's ballad, though
+unpublished, must therefore have been known at the time.
+
+To the tune of "London is a fine town."
+
+
+I loved no King since forty-one,
+When Prelacy went down;
+A cloak and band I then put on
+And preach'd against the crown.
+A turn-coat is a cunning man
+That cants to admiration,
+And prays for any king to gain
+The people's approbation.
+
+I show'd the paths to heaven untrod,
+From Popery to refine 'em,
+And taught the people to serve God,
+As if the Devil were in 'em.
+A turn-coat, etc.
+
+When Charles return'd into our land,
+The English Church supporter,
+I shifted off my cloak and band,
+And so became a courtier.
+A turn-coat, etc.
+
+The King's religion I profest,
+And found there was no harm in 't;
+I cogg'd and flatter'd like the rest,
+Till I had got preferment.
+A turn-coat, etc.
+
+I taught my conscience how to cope
+With honesty or evil;
+And when I rail'd against the Pope
+I sided with the Devil.
+A turn-coat, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Claret Drinker's Song
+
+
+
+Or The Good Fellow's Design.  Being a pleasant song of the times,
+written by a person of quality. - From the Roxburgh Ballads, Vol.
+iii.
+
+Wine the most powerfull'st of all things on earth,
+Which stifles cares and sorrows in their birth;
+No treason in it harbours, nor can hate
+Creep in when it bears away, to hurt the State.
+Though storms grow high, so wine is to be got,
+We are secure, their rage we value not;
+The Muses cherish'd up such nectar, sing
+Eternal joy to him that loves the King.
+
+To the tune of "Let Caesar live long."
+
+
+A pox of the fooling and plotting of late,
+What a pudder and stir has it kept in the State!
+Let the rabble run mad with suspicions and fears,
+Let 'em scuffle and rail till they go by the ears, -
+Their grievances never shall trouble my pate,
+So I but enjoy my dear bottle at quiet.
+
+What coxcombs were those that would ruin their case
+And their necks for a toy, a thin wafer, and mass!
+For at Tyburn they never had needed to swing
+Had they been but true subjects to drink and their King:
+A friend and a bottle is all my design, -
+He's no room for treason that's top-full of wine.
+
+I mind not the members and makers of laws,
+Let them sit or prorogue as his Majesty please;
+Let 'em damn us to Woolen, I'le never repine
+At my usage when dead, so alive I have wine;
+Yet oft in my drink I can hardly forbear
+To blame them for making my claret so dear.
+
+I mind not grave allies who idly debate
+About rights and successions, the trifles of State;
+We've a good King already, and he deserves laughter
+That will trouble his head with who shall come after:
+Come, here's to his health! and I wish he may be
+As free from all cares and all troubles as we.
+
+
+SECOND PART
+
+
+What care I how leagues with Hollanders go,
+Or intrigues 'twist Mounsieurs or Dons for to?
+What concerns it my drinking if cities be sold,
+If the conqueror takes them by storming or gold?
+From whence claret comes is the place that I mind,
+And when the fleet's coming I pray for a wind.
+
+The bully of France that aspires to renown
+By dull cutting of throats, and by venturing his own;
+Let him fight till he's ruined, make matches, and treat,
+To afford us still news, the dull coffee-house cheat:
+He's but a brave wretch, whilst that I am more free,
+More safe, and a thousand times happier than he.
+
+In spite of him, or the Pope, or the Devil,
+Or faggot, or fire, or the worst of hell's evil,
+I still will drink healths to the lovers of wine,
+Those jovial, brisk blades that do never repine;
+I'll drink in defiance of napkin or halter,
+Tho' religion turn round still, yet mine shall ne'er alter.
+
+But a health to good fellows shall still be my care,
+And whilst wine it holds out, no bumpers we'll spare.
+I'll subscribe to petitions for nothing but claret,
+That that may be cheap, here's both my hands for it;
+'Tis my province, and with it I only am pleased,
+With the rest, scolding wives let poor cuckolds appease.
+
+No doubt 'tis the best of all drinks, or so soon
+It ne'er had been chose by the Man in the Moon, (110)
+Who drinks nothing else, both by night and by day
+But claret, brisk claret, and most people say,
+Whilst glasses brimful to the stars they go round,
+Which makes them shine brighter with red juice still crown'd.
+
+For all things in Nature doe live by good drinking,
+And he's a dull fool, and not worthy my thinking,
+That does not prefer it before all the treasure
+The Indies contain, or the sea without measure;
+'Tis the life of good fellows, for without it they pine,
+When nought can revive them but brimmers of wine.
+
+I know the refreshments that still it does bring,
+Which have oftentimes made us as great as a king
+In the midst of his armies where'er he is found,
+Whilst the bottles and glasses I've muster'd round;
+Who are Bacchus' warriors a conquest will gain
+Without the least bloodshed, or wounded, or slain.
+
+Then here's a good health to all those that love peace,
+Let plotters be damn'd and all quarrels now cease
+Let me but have wine and I care for no more,
+'Tis a treasure sufficient; there's none can be poor
+That has Bacchus to's friend, for he laughs at all harm,
+Whilst with high-proofed claret he does himself arm.
+
+
+Printed for J. Jordan, at the Angel, Giltspur Street.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Loyal Subjects' Hearty Wishes To King Charles II.
+
+
+
+From Sir W. C. Trevelyan's Broadsides in the British Museum.
+
+He that write these verses certainly
+Did serve his royal father faithfully,
+Likewise himself he served at Worcester fight,
+And for his loyalty was put to flight.
+
+But had he a haid of hair like Absolom,
+And every hair as strong as was Samson,
+I'd venture all for Charles the Second's sake,
+And for his Majesty my life forsake.
+
+To the tune "When Cannons are roaring."
+
+
+FIRST PART.
+
+
+True subjects, all rejoice
+After long sadness,
+And now with heart and voice
+Show forth your gladness.
+That to King Charles were true
+And rebels hated,
+This song only to you
+Is dedicated;
+For Charles our sovereign dear
+Is safe returned
+True subjects' hearts to cheer,
+That long have mourned:
+Then let us give God praise
+That doth defend him,
+And pray with heart and voice,
+Angels, attend him.
+
+The dangers he hath past
+From vile usurpers
+Now bring him joy at last,
+Although some lurkers
+Did seek his blood to spill
+By actions evil;
+But God we see is still
+Above the Devil:
+Though many serpents hiss
+Him to devour,
+God his defender is
+By His strong power:
+Then let us give him praise
+That doth defend him,
+And sing with heart and voice,
+Angels, defend him.
+
+The joy that he doth bring,
+If true confessed,
+The tongues of mortal men
+Cannot confess it;
+He cures our drooping fears,
+Being long tormented,
+And his true Cavaliers
+Are well contented;
+For now the Protestant
+Again shall flourish;
+The King our nursing father
+He will us cherish:
+Then let us give God praise
+That did defend him,
+And sing with heart and voice,
+Angels, attend him.
+
+Like Moses, he is meek
+And tender-hearted;
+And by all means doth seek
+To have foes converted;
+But, like the Israelites,
+There are a number
+That for his love to them
+'Gainst him doth murmur:
+Read Exodus, - 'tis true
+The Israelites rather
+Yield to the Egyptian crew
+Than Moses their father:
+So many phanaticks,
+With hearts disloyal,
+Their hearts and minds do fix
+'Gainst our King royal.
+
+
+SECOND PART.
+
+
+Like holy David, he
+Past many troubles,
+And by his constancy
+His joys redoubles;
+For now he doth bear sway
+By God appointed,
+For Holy Writ doth say,
+Touch not mine Anointed.
+He is God's anointed sure,
+Who still doth guide him
+In all his wayes most pure,
+Though some divide him.
+Then let us give God praise
+That doth defend him,
+And sing with heart and voice,
+Angels, attend him.
+
+Many there are, we know,
+Within this nation,
+Lip-love to him do show
+In 'simulation;
+Of such vile hereticks
+There are a number,
+Whose hearts and tongues, we know,
+Are far asunder;
+Some do pray for the King
+Being constrained;
+Who lately against him
+Greatly complained;
+They turn both seat and seam
+To cheat poor tailors,
+But the fit place for them
+Is under strong jailors.
+
+Let the King's foes admire
+Who do reject him;
+Seeing God doth him inspire,
+And still direct him,
+To heal those evil sores,
+And them to cure
+By his most gracious hand
+And prayers pure.
+Though simple people say
+Doctors do as much,
+None but our lawful King
+Can cure with a touch;
+As plainly hath been seen
+Since he returned, -
+Many have cured been
+Which long have mourned.
+
+The poorest wretch that hath
+This evil, sure
+May have ease from the King
+And perfect cure;
+His Grace is meek and wise,
+Loving and civil,
+And to his enemies
+Doth good for evil;
+For some that were his foes
+Were by him healed;
+His liberal cause to bless
+Is not concealed;
+He heals both poor and rich
+By God's great power,
+And his most gracious touch
+Doth them all cure.
+
+Then blush, you infidels,
+That late did scorn him;
+And you that did rebel,
+Crave pardon of him;
+With speed turn a new leaf
+For your transgresses;
+Hear what the preacher sayes
+In Ecclesiastes, -
+The Scripture's true, and shall
+Ever be taught;
+Curse not the King at all,
+No, not in thy thought:
+And holy Peter
+Two commandments doth bring, -
+Is first for to fear God,
+And then honour the King.
+
+When that we had no King
+To guide the nation,
+Opinions up did spring
+By toleration;
+And many heresies
+Were then advanced,
+And cruel liberties
+By old Noll granted.
+Even able ministers
+Were not esteemed;
+Many false prophets
+Good preachers were deemed.
+The Church some hated;
+A barn, house, or stable
+Would serve the Quakers,
+With their wicked rabble.
+
+And now for to conclude:
+The God of power
+Preserve and guide our King
+Both day and hour;
+That he may rule and reign
+Our hearts to cherish;
+And on his head, good Lord,
+Let his crown flourish.
+Let his true subjects sing
+With hearts most loyal,
+God bless and prosper still
+Charles our King royal.
+So now let's give God praise
+That doth defend him,
+And sing with heart and voice,
+Angels defend him.
+
+
+London, printed for John Andrews, at the White Lion, near Pye-
+Court.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  King Charles The Second's Restoration, 29th May.
+
+
+
+Tune, "Where have you been, my lovely sailor bold?"
+
+
+You brave loyal Churchmen,
+That ever stood by the crown,
+Have you forgot that noble prince
+Great Charles of high renown,
+That from his rights was banish'd
+By Presbyterians, who
+Most cruelty his father kill'd? -
+O cursed, damned crew!
+So let the bells in steeples ring,
+And music sweetly play,
+That loyal Tories mayn't forget
+The twenty-ninth of May.
+
+Twelve years was he banish'd
+From what was his just due,
+And forced to hide in fields and woods
+From Presbyterian crew;
+But God did preserve him,
+As plainly you do see,
+The blood-hounds did surround the oak
+While he was in the tree.
+So let, etc.
+
+As Providence would have it,
+The hounds did lose their scent;
+To spill the blood of this brave prince
+It was their whole intent.
+While that he was in exile,
+The Church they pull'd down,
+The Common-prayer they burnt, sir,
+And trampled on the crown.
+So let, etc.
+
+They plunder'd at their pleasure,
+On lords' estates they seiz'd,
+The bishops they did send away,
+They did just as they pleas'd.
+But General Monk at last rose up,
+With valiant heart so bold,
+Saying, that he no longer
+By them would be controul'd.
+So let, etc.
+
+So in great splendour
+At last he did bring in,
+Unto every Torie's joy,
+Great Charles our sovereign.
+Then loyal hearts so merry
+The royal oak did wear,
+While balconies with tapestry hung -
+Nothing but joy was there.
+So let, etc.
+
+The conduits they with wine did run,
+The bonfires did blaze,
+In every street likewise the skies
+Did ring with loud huzzas, -
+Saying, God bless our sovereign,
+And send him long to reign,
+Hoping the P-n crew
+May never rule again.
+So let, etc.
+
+Soon as great Charles
+Our royal King was crown'd,
+He built the Church up again,
+The meetings were pull'd down.
+No canting then was in the land,
+The subjects were at peace,
+The Church again did flourish,
+And joy did then increase.
+So let, etc.
+
+The cursed Presbyterian crew
+Was then put to the flight,
+Some did fly by day,
+And others run by night.
+In barns and stables they did cant,
+And every place they could;
+He made them remember
+The spilling royal blood.
+So let, etc.
+
+May God for ever
+Bless the Church and Crown,
+And never let any subject strive
+The King for to dethrone.
+May Churchmen ever flourish,
+And peace increase again;
+God for ever bless the King,
+And send him long to reign.
+So let, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Jubilee, Or The Coronation Day
+
+
+
+From Thomas Jordan's "ROYAL ARBOR OF LOYAL POESIE," 12mo, 1664.  Mr
+Chappell states - "As this consists of only two stanzas, and the
+copy of the book, which is now in the possession of Mr Payne
+Collier, is probably unique, they are here subjoined."
+
+
+Let every man with tongue and pen
+Rejoice that Charles is come agen,
+To gain his sceptre and his throne,
+And give to every man his own;
+Let all men that be
+Together agree,
+And freely now express their joy;
+Let your sweetest voices bring
+Pleasant songs unto the King,
+To crown his Coronation Day.
+
+All that do thread on English earth
+Shall live in freedom, peace, and mirth;
+The golden times are come that we
+Did one day think we ne'er should see;
+Protector and Rump
+Did put us in a dump,
+When they their colours did display;
+But the time is come about,
+We are in, and they are out,
+By King Charles his Coronation Day.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The King Enjoys His Own Again
+
+
+
+(1661.) - From Hogg's Jacobite Relics.
+
+
+Whigs are now such precious things,
+We see there's not one to be found;
+All roar "God bless and save the King!"
+And his health goes briskly all day round.
+To the soldier, cap in hand, the sneaking rascals stand,
+And would put in for honest men;
+But the King he well knows his friends from his foes,
+And now he enjoys his own again.
+
+From this plot's first taking air,
+Like lightning all the Whigs have run;
+Nay, they've left their topping square,
+To march off with our eldest son:
+They've left their 'states and wives to save their precious lives,
+Yet who can blame their flying, when
+'Twas plain to them all, the great and the small,
+That the King would have his own again?
+
+This may chance a warning be
+(If e'er the saints will warning take)
+To leave off hatching villany,
+Since they've seen their brother at the stake:
+And more must mounted be (which God grant we may see),
+Since juries now are honest men:
+And the King lets them swing with a hey ding a ding,
+Great James enjoys his own again.
+
+Since they have voted that his Guards
+A nuisance were, which now they find,
+Since they stand between the King
+And the treason that such dogs design'd;
+'Tis they will you maul, though it cost them a fall,
+In spight of your most mighty men;
+For now they are alarm'd, and all Loyalists well arm'd,
+Since the King enjoys his own again.
+
+To the King, come, bumpers round,
+Let's drink, my boys, while life doth last:
+He that at the core's not sound
+Shall be kick'd out without a taste.
+We'll fear no disgrace, but look traitors in the face,
+Since we're case-harden'd, honest men;
+Which makes their crew mad, but us loyal hearts full glad,
+That the King enjoys his own again.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A Country Song, Intituled The Restoration
+
+
+
+(May, 1661.) - From the twentieth volume of the folio broadsides,
+King's Pamphlets.
+
+
+Come, come away
+To the temple, and pray,
+And sing with a pleasant strain;
+The schismatick's dead,
+The liturgy's read,
+And the King enjoyes his own again.
+
+The vicar is glad,
+The clerk is not sad,
+And the parish cannot refrain
+To leap and rejoyce
+And lift up their voyce,
+That the King enjoyes his own again.
+
+The country doth bow
+To old justices now,
+That long aside have been lain;
+The bishop's restored,
+God is rightly adored,
+And the King enjoyes his own again.
+
+Committee-men fall,
+And majors-generall,
+No more doe those tyrants reign;
+There's no sequestration,
+Nor new decimation,
+For the King enjoyes the sword again.
+
+The scholar doth look
+With joy on his book,
+Tom whistles and plows amain;
+Soldiers plunder no more
+As they did heretofore,
+For the King enjoyes the sword again.
+
+The citizens trade,
+The merchants do lade,
+And send their ships into Spain;
+No pirates at sea
+To make them a prey,
+For the King enjoyes the sword again.
+
+The old man and boy,
+The clergy and lay,
+Their joyes cannot contain;
+'Tis better than of late
+With the Church and the State,
+Now the King enjoyes the sword again.
+
+Let's render our praise
+For these happy dayes
+To God and our sovereign;
+Your drinking give ore,
+Swear not as before,
+For the King bears not the sword in vain.
+
+Fanaticks, be quiet,
+And keep a good diet,
+To cure your crazy brain;
+Throw off your disguise,
+Go to church and be wise,
+For the King bears not the sword in vain.
+
+Let faction and pride
+Be now laid aside,
+That truth and peace may reign;
+Let every one mend,
+And there is an end,
+For the King bears not the sword in vain.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Here's A Health Unto His Majesty
+
+
+
+There is only one verse to this Song.  The music is arranged for
+three voices in "Playford's Musical Companion, 1667."
+
+
+Here's a health unto his Majesty,
+With a fal la la la la la la,
+Confusion to his enemies,
+With a fal lal la la la la la la.
+And he that will not drink his health,
+I wish him neither wit nor wealth,
+Nor but a rope to hang himself.
+With a fal lal la la la la la la la la,
+With a fal lal la la la la la.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Whigs Drowned In An Honest Tory Health
+
+
+
+From Col. 180 Loyal Songs.
+
+Tune, "Hark, the thundering canons roar."
+
+
+Wealth breeds care, love, hope, and fear;
+What does love or bus'ness here?
+While Bacchus' navy doth appear,
+Fight on and fear not sinking;
+Fill it briskly to the brim,
+Till the flying top-sails swim,
+We owe the first discovery to him
+Of this great world of drinking.
+
+Brave Cabals, who states refine,
+Mingle their debates with wine,
+Ceres and the god o' th' vine
+Make every great commander;
+Let sober Scots small beer subdue,
+The wise and valiant wine do woo,
+The Stagerite had the horrors too,
+To be drunk with Alexander.
+
+STAND TO YOUR ARMS! and now advance,
+A health to the English King of France;
+And to the next of boon esperance,
+By Bacchus and Apollo;
+Thus in state I lead the van,
+Fall in your place by the right-hand man,
+Beat drum! march on! dub a dub, ran dan!
+He's a Whig that will not follow.
+
+Face about to the right again,
+Britain's admiral of the main,
+York and his illustrious train
+Crown the day's conclusion;
+Let a halter stop his throat
+Who brought in the foremost vote,
+And of all that did promote
+The mystery of exclusion.
+
+Next to Denmark's warlike prince
+Let the following health commence,
+To the nymph whose influence
+That brought the hero hither; -
+May their race the tribe annoy,
+Who the Grandsire would destroy,
+And get every year a boy
+Whilst they live together.
+
+To the royal family
+Let us close in bumpers three,
+May the ax and halter be
+The pledge of every Roundhead;
+To all loyal hearts pursue,
+Who to the monarch dare prove true;
+But for him they call True Blue,
+Let him be confounded.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Cavalier
+
+
+
+By Alex. Brome. - (1661-2.)
+
+
+We have ventured our estates,
+And our liberties and lives,
+For our master and his mates,
+And been toss'd by cruel fates
+Where the rebellious Devil drives,
+So that not one of ten survives;
+We have laid all at stake
+For his Majesty's sake;
+We have fought, we have paid,
+We've been sold and betray'd,
+And tumbled from nation to nation;
+But now those are thrown down
+That usurped the Crown,
+Our hopes were that we
+All rewarded should be,
+But we're paid with a Proclamation.
+
+Now the times are turn'd about,
+And the rebels' race is run;
+That many-headed beast the Rout,
+That did turn the Father out,
+When they saw they were undone,
+Were for bringing in the son.
+That phanatical crew,
+Which made us all rue,
+Have got so much wealth
+By their plunder and stealth
+That they creep into profit and power:
+And so come what will,
+They'll be uppermost still;
+And we that are low
+Shall still be kept so,
+While those domineer and devour.
+
+Yet we will be loyal still,
+And serve without reward or hire:
+To be redeem'd from so much ill,
+May stay our stomachs, though not still,
+And if our patience do not tire,
+We may in time have our desire.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Lamentation Of A Bad Market, Or The Disbanded Souldier
+
+
+
+(July 17th, 1660.) - From the King's Pamphlets, British Museum.
+
+This ballad relates to the disbanding of the Parliamentary army.
+Contrary, however, to what is pretended in it, says Mr. Wright, in
+his volume printed for the Percy Society, the writers of the time
+mention with admiration the good conduct of the soldiers after they
+were disbanded, each betaking himself to some honest trade or
+calling, with as much readiness as if he had never been employed in
+any other way.  Not many weeks before the date of the present
+ballad, a prose tract had been published, with the same title, "The
+Lamentation of a Bad Market, or Knaves and Fools foully foyled, and
+fallen into a Pit of their own digging," &c.  March 21st, 1659-60.
+
+
+In red-coat raggs attired,
+I wander up and down,
+Since fate and foes conspired,
+Thus to array me,
+Or betray me
+To the harsh censure of the town.
+My buffe doth make me boots, my velvet coat and scarlet,
+Which used to do me credit with many a wicked harlot,
+Have bid me all adieu, most despicable varlet!
+Alas, poor souldier, whither wilt thou march?
+
+I've been in France and Holland,
+Guided by my starrs;
+I've been in Spain and Poland,
+I've been in Hungarie,
+In Greece and Italy,
+And served them in all their wars.
+Britain these eighteen years has known my desperate slaughter,
+I've killed ten at one blow, even in a fit of laughter,
+Gone home again and smiled, and kiss'd my landlor's daughter;
+Alas! poor souldier, etc.
+
+My valour prevailed,
+Meeting with my foes,
+Which strongly we assailed;
+Oh! strange I wondred,
+They were a hundred;
+Yet I routed them with few blowes.
+This fauchion by my side has kind more men, I'll swear it,
+Than Ajax ever did, alas! he ne'er came near it,
+Yea, more than Priam's boy, or all that ere did hear it.
+Alas! poor souldier, etc.
+
+For King and Parliament
+I was Prester John.
+Devout was my intent;
+I haunted meetings,
+Used zealous greetings,
+Crept full of devotion;
+Smectymnuus won me first, then holy Nye prevail, (111)
+Then Captain Kiffin (112) slops me with John of Leyden's tail,
+Then Fox and Naylor bangs me with Jacob Beamond's flail. (113)
+Alas! poor souldier, etc.
+
+I did about this nation
+Hold forth my gifts and teach,
+Maintained the tolleration
+The common story
+And Directory
+I damn'd with the word "preach."
+Time was when all trades failed, men counterfeitly zealous
+Turn'd whining, snievling praters, or kept a country ale-house,
+Got handsome wives, turn'd cuckolds, howe'er were very jealous.
+Alas! poor souldier, etc.
+
+The world doth know me well,
+I ne're did peace desire,
+Because I could not tell
+Of what behaviour
+I should savour
+In a field of thundring fire.
+When we had murdered King, confounded Church and State,
+Divided parks and forests, houses, money, plate,
+We then did peace desire, to keep what he had gat.
+Alas! poor souldier, etc.
+
+Surplice was surplisage,
+We voted right or wrong,
+Within that furious age,
+Of the painted glass,
+Or pictured brass,
+And liturgie we made a song.
+Bishops, and bishops' lands, were superstitious words,
+Until in souldiers' hands, and so were kings and lords,
+But in fashion now again in spight of all our swords.
+Alas! poor souldier, etc.
+
+Some say I am forsaken
+By the great men of these times,
+And they're no whit mistaken;
+It is my fate
+To be out of date,
+My masters most are guilty of such crimes.
+Like an old Almanack, I now but represent
+How long since Edge-Hill fight, or the rising was in Kent,
+Or since the dissolution of the first Long Parliament.
+Alas! poor souldier, etc.
+
+Good sirs, what shall I fancie,
+Amidst these gloomy dayes?
+Shall I goe court brown Nancy?
+In a countrey town
+They'l call me clown,
+If I sing them my outlandish playes.
+Let me inform their nodle with my heroick spirit,
+My language and worth besides transcend unto merit;
+They'l not believe one word, what mortal flesh can bear it?
+Alas! poor souldier, etc.
+
+Into the countrey places
+I resolve to goe,
+Amongst those sun-burnt faces
+I'le goe to plough
+Or keep a cow,
+'Tis that my masters now again must do.
+Souldiers ye see will be of each religion,
+They're but like stars, which when the true sun rise they're gon.
+I'le to the countrey goe, and there I'le serve Sir John;
+Aye, aye, 'tis thither, and thither will I goe.
+
+
+London, printed for Charles Gustavus, 1660.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Courtier's Health; Or, The Merry Boys Of The Times
+
+
+
+(A.D. 1672.) - From the Roxburgh Ballads, Vol. ii.  To the tune of
+"Come, Boys, fill us a Bumper."
+
+
+Come, boys, fill us a bumper,
+Wee'l make the nation roar,
+She's grown sick of a RUMPER,
+That sticks on the old score.
+Pox on phanaticks, rout 'um,
+They thirst for our blood;
+Wee'l taxes raise without 'um,
+And drink for the nation's good.
+Fill the pottles and the gallons,
+And bring the hogshead in,
+Wee'l begin with a tallen,
+A brimmer to the King.
+
+Round, around, fill a fresh one,
+Let no man bawk his wine,
+Wee'l drink to the next in succession,
+And keep it in the right line.
+Bring us ten thousand glasses,
+The more we drink we're dry;
+We mind not the beautiful lasses,
+Whose conquest lyes all in the eye.
+Fill the pottles, etc.
+
+We boys are truly loyal,
+For Charles wee'l venture all,
+We know his blood is royal,
+His name shall never fall.
+But those that seek his ruine
+May chance to dye before him,
+While we that sacks are woeing
+For ever will adore him.
+Fill the pottles, etc.
+
+I hate those strange dissenters
+That strives to hawk a glass,
+He that at all adventures
+Will see what comes to pass:
+And let the Popish nation
+Disturb us if they can,
+They ne'er shall breed distraction
+In a true-hearted man.
+Fill the pottles, etc.
+
+Let the fanatics grumble
+To see things cross their grain,
+Wee'l make them now more humble
+Or ease them of their pain:
+They shall drink sack amain too,
+Or they shall be choak't;
+Wee'l tell 'um 'tis in vain too
+For us to be provok't.
+Fill the pottles, etc.
+
+He that denyes the brimmer
+Shall banish'd be in this isle,
+And we will look more grimmer
+Till he begins to smile:
+Wee'l drown him in Canary,
+And make him all our own,
+And when his heart is merry
+Hee'l drink to Charles on's throne.
+Fill the pottles, etc.
+
+Quakers and Anabaptists,
+Wee'l sink them in a glass;
+He deals most plain and flattest
+That sayes he loves a lass:
+Then tumble down Canary,
+And let our brains go round,
+For he that won't be merry
+He can't at heart be sound.
+Fill the pottles, etc.
+
+
+Printed for P. Brooksly, at the Golden Ball in West Smithfield,
+1672.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Loyal Tories' Delight; Or A Pill For Fanaticks
+
+
+
+Being a most pleasant and new song.
+
+1680. - From the Roxburgh Ballads, Vol. iii., fol. 911.
+
+To the tune of "Great York has been debar'd of late, etc."
+
+
+Great York has been debar'd of late
+From Court by some accursed fate;
+But ere long, we do not fear,
+We shall have him, have him here,
+We shall have him, have him here.
+
+The makers of the plot we see,
+By damn'd old TONY'S treachery,
+How they would have brought it about,
+To have given great York the rout,
+To have given, etc.
+
+God preserve our gracious King,
+And safe tydings to us bring,
+Defend us from the SHAM BLACK BOX, (114)
+And all damn'd fanatick plots,
+And all damn'd, etc.
+
+Here Charles's health I drink to thee,
+And with him all prosperity;
+God grant that he long time may reign,
+To bring us home great York again,
+To bring us home, etc.
+
+That he, in spight of all his foes
+Who loyalty and laws oppose,
+May long remain in health and peace,
+Whilst plots and plotters all shall cease,
+Whilst plots, etc.
+
+Let Whigs go down to Erebus,
+And not stay here to trouble us
+With noisy cant and needless fear,
+Of ills to come they know not where,
+Of ills to come, etc.
+
+When our chief trouble they create,
+For plain we see what they'd be at;
+Could they but push great York once down
+They'd next attempt to snatch the crown,
+They'd next attempt, etc.
+
+But Heaven preserve our gracious King,
+May all good subjects loudly sing;
+And Royal James preserve likewise,
+From such as do against him rise,
+From such as do, etc.
+
+Then come, again fill round our glass,
+And, loyal Tories, less it pass,
+Fill up, fill up unto the brim,
+And let each boule with necture swim,
+And let each boule, etc.
+
+Though CLOAKMEN, that seem much precise,
+'Gainst wine exclaim with turn'd-up eyes;
+Yet in a corner they'l be drunk,
+With drinking healths unto the Rump,
+With drinking, etc.
+
+In hopes that once more they shall tear
+Both Church and State, which is their prayer;
+But Heaven does yet protect the throne,
+Whilst Tyburn for such slaves does groan,
+Whilst Tyburn, etc.
+
+For now 'tis plain, most men abhor,
+What some so strongly voted for;
+Great York in favour does remain,
+In spight of all the Whiggish train,
+In spight of all, etc.
+
+And now the OLD CAUSE goes to wrack,
+Sedition mauger cloath in black
+Do greatly dread the triple tree,
+Whilst we rejoyce in loyalty,
+Whilst we rejoyce, etc.
+
+Then come, let's take another round,
+And still in loyalty abound,
+And wish our King he long may reign
+To bring us home great York again,
+To bring us home great York again.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Royal Admiral
+
+
+
+Miss Strickland quotes this ballad in her Lives of the Queens of
+England, and states that this was the first Jacobite song that was
+written and set to music.
+
+
+Let Titus (115) and Patience (116) stir up a commotion,
+Their plotting and swearing shall prosper no more;
+Now gallant old Jamie commands on the ocean,
+And mighty Charles keeps them in awe on the shore.
+
+Jamie the Valiant, the Champion Royal,
+His own and the monarchy's rival withstood;
+The bane and the terror of those the disloyal,
+Who slew his loved father and thirst for his blood.
+
+York, the great admiral, - Ocean's defender,
+The joy of our navy, the dread of its foes,
+The lawful successor, - what upstart pretender
+Shall dare, in our isle, the true heir to oppose?
+
+Jamie quelled the proud foe on the ocean,
+And rode the sole conqueror over the main;
+To this gallant hero let all pay devotion,
+For England her admiral sees him again.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Unfortunate Whigs
+
+
+
+1682. - From the Roxburgh Ballads.
+
+To the tune of "The King enjoys his own," &c.
+
+
+The Whigs are but small, and of no good race,
+And are beloved by very few;
+Old TONY broach'd his tap in every place,
+To encourage all his factious crew.
+At some great houses in this town,
+The Whigs of high renown,
+And all with a true blue was their stain;
+For since it is so,
+They have wrought their overthrow,
+Old Tony WILL NE'R ENJOY HIS OWN, AGAIN.
+
+They all owne duty to their lawful prince,
+And loyal subjects should have been;
+But their duty is worn out long since,
+By the ASSOCIATION seen.
+But these are the Whigs,
+That have cut off some legs,
+And fain would be at that sport amain;
+For since it is so,
+They have wrought their overthrow,
+Old Tony WILL NE'R ENJOY HIS OWN AGAIN.
+
+And yet they are sham-pretenders,
+And they swear they'll support our laws;
+These be the great defenders of
+IGNORAMUS and the OLD CAUSE:
+They'll defend the King
+By swearing of the thing,
+These are the cursed rogues in grain;
+For since it is so,
+They have wrought their overthrow,
+Old Tony WILL NE'R ENJOY HIS OWN AGAIN.
+
+The true religion that shall down,
+Which so long has won the day,
+And COMMON-PRAYER i'th' church of ev'ry town,
+If that the Whigs could but bear the sway:
+For Oates he does begin
+Now for to bring them in,
+As when he came mumping from Spain;
+For since it is so,
+They have wrought their overthrow,
+Old Tony WILL NE'R ENJOY HIS OWN AGAIN.
+
+How all their shamming plots they would hide,
+Yet they are ignorant, they say,
+When as Old TONY he was try'd
+And brought off with IGNORAMUS sway:
+When Oates he was dumb
+And could not use his tongue,
+This is the shamming rogues in grain;
+For since it is so,
+They have wrought their overthrow,
+Old Tony WILL NE'R ENJOY HIS OWN AGAIN.
+
+Then let all true subjects sing,
+And damn the power of all those
+That won't show loyalty to their King,
+And assist him against his Whiggish foes.
+Then in this our happy state,
+In spight of traytors' hate,
+We will all loyal still remain;
+For since it is so,
+They have wrought their overthrow,
+Old Tony WILL NE'R ENJOY HIS OWN AGAIN.
+
+God preserve our gracious King,
+With the Royal Consort of his bed,
+And let all loyal subjects sing
+That the crown may remain on Charles's head;
+For we will drink his health
+In spight of COMMON-WEALTH,
+And his lawful rights we will maintain;
+For since it is so,
+They have wrought their overthrow,
+Old Tony WILL NE'R ENJOY HIS OWN AGAIN.
+
+
+Printed for S. Maurel, in the year 1682.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Downfall Of The Good Old Cause
+
+
+
+From a "Collection of One Hundred and Eighty Loyal Songs, all
+written since 1678," and published London, 1694.  [Fourth Edition.]
+
+Tune, - "Hey, Boys, up go we."
+
+
+Now the Bad Old Cause is tapt,
+And the vessel standeth stoop'd;
+The cooper may starve for want of work,
+For the cask shall never be hoop'd; -
+We will burn the Association,
+The Covenant and vow,
+The public cheat of the nation,
+Anthony, now, now, now
+
+No fanatick shall bear the sway
+In court, city, or town,
+These good kingdoms to betray,
+And cry the right line down; -
+Let them cry they love the King,
+Yet if they hate his brother,
+Remember Charles they murdered,
+And so they would the other.
+
+Weavers and such like fellows
+In pulpit daily prate,
+Like the Covenanters,
+Against the Church and State:
+Yet they cry they love the King,
+But their baseness will discover;
+Charles the First they murdered,
+And so they would the other.
+
+When these fellows go to drink,
+In city or in town,
+They vilify the bishops
+And they cry the Stuarts down:
+Still they cry they love the King,
+But their baseness I'll discover;
+Charles the First they murdered,
+And so they would the other.
+
+When the King wanted money,
+Poor Tangier to relieve,
+They cry'd down his revenue,
+Not a penny they would give:
+Still they cry'd they loved the King,
+But their baseness I'll discover;
+Charles the First they murdered,
+And so they would the other.
+
+The noble Marquis of Worcester,
+And many such brave lord,
+By the King-killing crew
+They daily are abhor'd,
+And called evil councellors,
+When the truth they did discover;
+And Charles the First they murdered,
+And so they would the other.
+
+The Papists they would kill the King,
+But the Phanaticks did;
+Their perjuries and treacheries
+Aren't to be parallel'd:
+Let them cry they love the King,
+Their faults I will discover;
+Charles the First they murdered,
+And so they would the other.
+
+Charles the Second stands on's guard,
+Like a good politick King;
+The Phanaticks ought to be abhor'd
+For all their flattering:
+Let them cry they love the King,
+Their faults I will discover;
+Charles the First they murdered,
+And so they would the other.
+
+Now let us all good subjects be,
+That bear a loyal heart;
+Stand fast for the King
+And each man act his part;
+And to support his Sovereign,
+Religion, and the laws,
+That formerly were established,
+And down with the cursed cause.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Old Jemmy
+
+
+
+From a "Collection of 180 Loyal Songs," written since 1678.  This
+is a parody on the Whig song, "Young Jemmy is a lad that's royally
+descended," written in celebration of the Duke of Monmouth.  Old
+Jemmy is the Duke of York, afterwards James II.
+
+To the tune of "Young Jemmy."
+
+
+Old Jemmy is a lad
+Right lawfully descended;
+No bastard born nor bred,
+Nor for a Whig suspended;
+The true and lawful heir to th' crown
+By right of birth and laws,
+And bravely will maintain his own
+In spight of all his foes.
+
+Old Jemmy is the top
+And chief among the princes;
+No MOBILE gay fop,
+With Birmingham pretences;
+A heart and soul so wondrous great,
+And such a conquering eye,
+That every loyal lad fears not
+In Jemmy's cause to die.
+
+Old Jemmy is a prince
+Of noble resolutions,
+Whose powerful influence
+Can order our confusions;
+But oh! he fights with such a grace
+No force can him withstand,
+No god of war but must give place
+When Jemmy leads the van.
+
+To Jemmy every swain
+Does pay due veneration,
+And Scotland does maintain
+His title to the nation;
+The pride of all the court he stands,
+The patron of his cause,
+The joy and hope of all his friends,
+And terror of his foes.
+
+Maliciously they vote
+To work Old Jemmy's ruin,
+And zealously promote
+A Bill for his undoing;
+Both Lords and Commons most agree
+To pull his Highness down,
+But (spight of all their policy)
+Old Jemmy's heir to th' crown.
+
+The schismatick and saint,
+The Baptist and the Atheist,
+Swear by the Covenant,
+Old Jemmy is a Papist:
+Whilst all the holy crew did plot
+To pull his Highness down,
+Great Albany, a noble Scot
+Did raise unto a crown.
+
+Great Albany, they swear,
+He before any other
+Shall be immediate heir
+Unto his royal brother;
+Who will, in spight of all his foes,
+His lawful rights maintain,
+And all the fops that interpose
+Old Jemmy's York again.
+
+The Whigs and zealots plot
+To banish him the nation,
+But the renowned Scot
+Hath wrought his restoration:
+With high respects they treat his Grace,
+His royal cause maintain;
+Brave Albany (to Scotland's praise)
+Is mighty York again.
+
+Against his envious fates
+The Kirk hath taught a lesson,
+A blessing on the States,
+To settle the succession;
+They real were, both knight and lord,
+And will his right maintain,
+By royal Parliament restored,
+Old Jemmy's come again.
+
+And now he's come again,
+In spight of all Pretenders;
+Great Albany shall reign,
+Amongst the Faith's defenders.
+Let Whig and Birmingham repine,
+They show their teeth in vain,
+The glory of the British line,
+Old Jemmy's come again.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Cloak's Knavery
+
+
+
+From "Wit and Mirth, or Pills to Purge Melancholy; being a
+Collection of the best merry Ballads and Songs, old and new."
+London, 1714.
+
+
+Come buy my new ballad,
+I have't in my wallet,
+But 'twill not I fear please every pallate;
+Then mark what ensu'th,
+I swear by my youth
+That every line in my ballad is truth.
+A ballad of wit, a ballad of worth,
+'Tis newly printed and newly come forth;
+'Twas made of a cloak that fell out with a gown,
+That cramp'd all the kingdom and crippled the crown.
+
+I'll tell you in brief
+A story of grief,
+Which happen'd when Cloak was Commander-in-chief;
+It tore common prayers,
+Imprison'd lord mayors,
+In one day it voted down prelates and prayers;
+It made people perjured in point of obedience,
+And the Covenant did cut off the oath of allegiance.
+Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down
+That cramp'd all the kingdom and crippled the crown.
+
+It was a black Cloke,
+In good time be it spoke,
+That kill'd many thousands but never struck stroke;
+With hatchet and rope
+The forlorn hope
+Did join with the Devil to pull down the Pope;
+It set all the sects in the city to work,
+And rather than fail 'twould have brought in the Turk.
+Then let us endeavour, etc.
+
+It seized on the tower-guns,
+Those fierce demi-gorgons,
+It brought in the bag-pipes, and brought in the organs;
+The pulpits did smoke,
+The churches did choke,
+And all our religion was turn'd to a cloak.
+It brought in lay-elders could not write nor read,
+It set public faith up and pull'd down the creed.
+Then let us endeavour, etc.
+
+This pious impostor
+Such fury did foster,
+It left us no penny nor no PATER-NOSTER;
+It threw to the ground
+The commandments down,
+And set up twice twenty times ten of its own;
+It routed the King and villains elected,
+To plunder all those whom they thought disaffected.
+Then let us endeavour, etc.
+
+To blind people's eyes
+This Cloak was so wise,
+It took off ship-money, but set up excise;
+Men brought in their plate
+For reasons of state,
+And gave it to Tom Trumpeter and his mate.
+In pamphlets it writ many specious epistles,
+To cozen poor wenches of bodkins and whistles.
+Then let us endeavour, etc.
+
+In pulpits it moved,
+And was much approved
+For crying out, FIGHT THE LORD'S BATTLES, BELOVED;
+It bob-tayled the gown,
+Put Prelacy down,
+It trod on the mitre to reach at the crown;
+And into the field it an army did bring,
+To aim at the council but shoot at the King.
+Then let us endeavour, etc.
+
+It raised up States
+Whose politic fates
+Do now keep their quarters on the city gates.
+To father and mother,
+To sister and brother,
+It gave a commission to kill one another.
+It took up men's horses at very low rates,
+And plunder'd our goods to secure our estates.
+Then let us endeavour, etc.
+
+This Cloak did proceed
+To damnable deed,
+It made the best mirror of majesty bleed;
+Tho' Cloak did not do't,
+He set it on foot,
+By rallying and calling his journeymen to't.
+For never had come such a bloody disaster,
+If Cloak had not first drawn a sword at his master.
+Then let us endeavour, etc.
+
+Tho' some of them went hence
+By sorrowful sentence,
+This lofty long Cloak is not moved to repentance;
+But he and his men,
+Twenty thousand times ten,
+Are plotting to do their tricks over again.
+But let this proud Cloak to authority stoop,
+Or DUN will provide him a button and loop.
+Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down
+That basely did sever the head from the crown.
+
+Let's pray that the King
+And his Parliament
+In sacred and secular things may consent;
+So righteously firm,
+And religiously free,
+That Papists and Atheists suppressed may be.
+And as there's one Deity does over-reign us,
+One faith and one form and one Church may contain us.
+Then peace, truth, and plenty our kingdom will crown,
+And all Popish plots and their plotters shall down.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Time-Server, Or A Medley
+
+
+
+From the Loyal Garland, 1686.  Reprinted for the Percy Society, and
+edited by J. O. Halliwell.
+
+
+Room for a gamester that plays at all he sees,
+Whose fickle fancy suits such times as these,
+One that says Amen to every factious prayer,
+From Hugh Peters' pulpit to St Peter's chair;
+One that doth defy the Crozier and the Crown,
+But yet can house with blades that carouse,
+Whilst pottle pots tumble down, derry down,
+One that can comply with surplice and with cloak,
+Yet for his end can independ
+Whilst Presbyterian broke Brittain's yoke.
+
+This is the way to trample without trembling,
+Tis the sycophant's only secure.
+Covenants and oaths are badges of dissembling,
+'Tis the politick pulls down the pure.
+To profess and betray, to plunder and pray,
+Is the only ready way to be great;
+Flattery doth the feat;
+Ne'er go, ne'er stir, sir - will venture further
+Than the greatest dons in the town,
+From a coffer to a crown.
+
+I'm in a temperate humour now to think well,
+Now I'm in another humour for to drink well,
+Then fill us up a beer-bowl, boys, that we
+May drink it, drink it merrily;
+No knavish spy shall understand,
+For, if it should be known,
+'Tis ten to one we shall be trepanned.
+
+I'll drink to them a brace of quarts,
+Whose anagram is call'd true hearts;
+If all were well, as I would ha't,
+And Britain cured of its tumour,
+I should very well like my fate,
+And drink my sack at a cheaper rate,
+Without any noise or rumour,
+Oh then I should fix my humour.
+
+But since 'tis no such matter, change your hue,
+I may cog and flatter, so may you;
+Religion is a widgeon, and reason is treason,
+And he that hath a loyal heart may bid the world adieu.
+
+We must be like the Scottish man,
+Who, with intent to beat down schism,
+Brought in the Presbyterian
+With canon and with catechism.
+If beuk wont do't, then Jockey shoot,
+For the Church of Scotland doth command;
+And what hath been since they came in
+I think we have cause to understand.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Soldier's Delight
+
+
+
+(Made in the late times.)
+
+From the Loyal Garland, 1686.  Reprinted for the Percy Society, and
+edited by J. O. Halliwell.
+
+
+Fair Phydelia, tempt no more,
+I may not now thy beauty so adore,
+Nor offer to thy shrine;
+I serve one more divine
+And greater far than you:
+Hark! the trumpet calls away,
+We must go, lest the foe
+Get the field and win the day;
+Then march bravely on,
+Charge them in the van,
+Our cause God's is, though the odds is
+Ten times ten to one.
+
+Tempt no more, I may not yield,
+Although thine eyes a kingdom may surprise;
+Leave off thy wanton tales,
+The high-born Prince of Wales
+Is mounted in the field,
+Where the loyal gentry flock,
+Though forlorn, nobly born,
+Of a ne'er-decaying stock;
+Cavaliers, be bold, ne'er let go your hold,
+Those that loiters are by traitors
+Dearly bought and sold.
+
+PHYDELIA. - One kiss more, and so farewell.
+SOLDIER. - Fie, no more!  I prithee fool give o'er;
+Why cloud'st thou thus thy beams?
+I see by these extremes,
+A woman's heaven or hell.
+Pray the King may have his own,
+That the Queen may be seen
+With her babes on England's throne;
+Rally up your men, one shall vanquish ten,
+Victory, we come to try our valour once again.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Loyal Soldier
+
+
+
+From the Loyal Garland, 1686.  Reprinted for the Percy Society, and
+edited by J. O. Halliwell.
+
+
+When in the field of Mars we lie,
+Amongst those martial wights,
+Who, never daunted, are to dye
+For King and countrie's rights;
+As on Belona's god I wait,
+And her attendant be,
+Yet, being absent from my mate,
+I live in misery.
+
+When lofty winds aloud do blow,
+It snoweth, hail, or rain,
+And Charon in his boat doth row,
+Yet stedfast I'll remain;
+And for my shelter in some barn creep,
+Or under some hedge lye;
+Whilst such as do now strong castles keep
+Knows no such misery.
+
+When down in straw we tumbling lye,
+With Morpheus' charms asleep,
+My heavy, sad, and mournful eye
+In security so deep;
+Then do I dream within my arms
+With thee I sleeping lye,
+Then do I dread or fear no harms,
+Nor feel no misery.
+
+When all my joys are thus compleat,
+The canons loud do play,
+The drums alarum straight do beat,
+Trumpet sounds, horse, away!
+Awake I then, and nought can find
+But death attending me,
+And all my joys are vanisht quite, -
+This is my misery.
+
+When hunger oftentimes I feel,
+And water cold do drink,
+Yet from my colours I'le not steal,
+Nor from my King will shrink;
+No traytor base shall make me yield,
+But for the cause I'le be:
+This is my love, pray Heaven to shield,
+And farewell misery.
+
+Then to our arms we straight do fly,
+And forthwith march away;
+Few towns or cities we come nigh
+Good liquor us deny;
+In Lethe deep our woes we steep -
+Our loves forgotten be,
+Amongst the jovialst we sing,
+Hang up all misery.
+
+Propitious fate, then be more kind,
+Grim death, lend me thy dart,
+O sun and moon, and eke the wind,
+Great Jove, take thou our part;
+That of these Roundheads and these wars
+An end that we may see,
+And thy great name we'll all applaud,
+And hang all misery.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Polititian
+
+
+
+Upon an act of Treason made by the Rebels, etc.
+
+From the Loyal Garland, 1686.  Reprinted for the Percy Society, and
+edited by J. O. Halliwell.
+
+
+But since it was lately enacted high treason
+For a man to speak truth 'gainst the head of a state,
+Let every wise man make a use of his reason
+To think what he will, but take heed what he prate;
+For the proverb doth learn us,
+He that stays from the battel sleeps in a whole skin,
+And our words are our own if we keep them within,
+What fools are we then that to prattle do begin
+Of things that do not concern us!
+
+'Tis no matter to me whoe'er gets the battle,
+The rubs or the crosses, 'tis all one to me;
+It neither increaseth my goods nor my cattle;
+A beggar's a beggar, and so he shall be
+Unless he turn traitor.
+Let misers take courses to hoard up their treasure,
+Whose bounds have no limits, whose minds have no measure,
+Let me be but quiet and take a little pleasure,
+A little contents my own nature.
+
+But what if the kingdom returns to the prime ones?
+My mind is a kingdom, and so it shall be;
+I'll make it appear, if I had but the time once,
+He's as happy in one as they are in three,
+If he might but enjoy it.
+He that's mounted aloft is a mark for the fate,
+And an envy to every pragmatical pate,
+Whilst he that is low is safe in his estate,
+And the great ones do scorn to annoy him.
+
+I count him no wit that is gifted in rayling
+And flurting at those that above him do sit;
+Whilst they do outwit him with whipping and jailing,
+His purse and his person must pay for his wit.
+But 'tis better to be drinking;
+If sack were reform'd to twelve-pence a quart
+I'd study for money to merchandise for't,
+With a friend that is willing in mirth we would sport;
+Not a word, but we'd pay it with thinking.
+
+My petition shall be that Canary be cheaper,
+Without either custom or cursed excise;
+That the wits may have freedom to drink deeper and deeper,
+And not be undone whilst our noses we baptize;
+But we'll liquor them and drench them.
+If this were but granted, who would not desire
+To dub himself one of Apollo's own quire?
+And then we will drink whilst our noses are on fire,
+And the quart pots shall be buckets to quench them.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  A New Droll
+
+
+
+From the Loyal Garland, 1686.  Edited by J. O. Halliwell.
+
+
+Come let's drink, the time invites,
+Winter and cold weather;
+For to spend away long nights,
+And to keep good wits together.
+Better far than cards or dice,
+Isaac's balls are quaint device,
+Made up with fan and feather.
+
+Of strange actions on the seas
+Why should we be jealous?
+Bring us liquor that will please,
+And will make us braver fellows
+Than the bold Venetian fleet,
+When the Turks and they do meet
+Within their Dardanellos.
+
+Valentian, that famous town,
+Stood the French man's wonder;
+Water they employ'd to drown,
+So to cut their troops assunder;
+Turein gave a helpless look,
+While the lofty Spaniard took
+La Ferta and his plunder.
+
+As for water, we disclaim
+Mankind's adversary;
+Once it caused the world's whole frame
+In the deluge to miscarry;
+And that enemy of joy
+Which sought our freedom to destroy
+And murder good Canary.
+
+We that drink have no such thoughts,
+Black and void of reason:
+We take care to fill our vaults
+With good wine of every season;
+And with many a chirping cup
+We blow one another up,
+And that's our only treason.
+
+Hear the squibs and mind the bells,
+The fifth of November;
+The parson a sad story tells,
+And with horror doth remember
+How some hot-brain'd traitor wrought
+Plots that would have ruin brought
+To King and every member.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Royalist
+
+
+
+A song made in the Rebellion.
+
+From the Loyal Garland, 1686.  Reprinted for the Percy Society, and
+edited by J. O. Halliwell.
+
+
+Stay, shut the gate!
+T'other quart, boys, 'tis not so late
+As you are thinking;
+The stars which you see in the hemisphere be
+Are but studs in your cheeks by good drinking;
+The sun's gone to tipple all night in the sea, boys,
+To-morrow he'll blush that he's paler than we, boys;
+Drink wine, give him water,
+'Tis sack makes us the boys.
+
+Fill up the glass,
+To the next merry lad let it pass;
+Come, away wi't;
+Let's set foot to foot and but give our minds to't,
+'Tis heretical sir, that doth slay wit;
+Then hang up good faces, let's drink till our noses
+Give's freedom to speak what our fancy disposes,
+Beneath whose protection now under the rose is.
+
+Drink off your bowl,
+'Twill enrich both your head and your soul with Canary;
+For a carbuncled face saves a tedious race,
+And the Indies about us we carry;
+No Helicon like to the juice of good wine is,
+For Phoebus had never had wit that divine is,
+Had his face not been bow-dy'd as thine is and mine is.
+
+This must go round,
+Off with your hats till the pavement be crown'd with your beavers;
+A red-coated face frights a sergeant and his mace,
+Whilst the constables tremble to shivers.
+In state march our faces like some of that quorum,
+While the. . . . do fall down and the vulgar adore 'um,
+And our noses like link-boys run shining before 'um.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Royalist's Resolve
+
+
+
+From the Loyal Garland, 1686.  Reprinted for the Percy Society.
+
+
+Come, drawer, some wine,
+Or we'll pull down the sign,
+For we are all jovial compounders;
+We'll make the house ring
+With healths to our King,
+And confusion light on his confounders.
+
+Since former committee
+Afforded no pity,
+Our sorrows in wine we will steep 'um;
+They force us to take
+Two oaths, but we'll make
+A third, that we ne'er mean to keep 'um.
+
+And next, whoe'er sees,
+We'll drink on our knees
+To the King; may he thirst that repines:
+A fig for those traytors
+That look to our waters,
+They have nothing to do with our wines.
+
+And next here's three bowls
+To all gallant souls
+That for the King did and will venture;
+May they flourish when those
+That are his and our foes
+Are hang'd, and ram'd down to the center.
+
+And may they be found
+In all to abound,
+Both with Heaven and the country's anger;
+May they never want fractions,
+Doubts, fears, and distractions,
+Till the gallows-tree frees them from danger.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Loyalty Turned Up Trump, Or The Danger Over
+
+
+
+From the Loyal Garland, reprinted from a Black-Letter copy, printed
+1686.  Reprinted for the Percy society, 1850.
+
+
+In vain ill men attempt us,
+Their day is out of date;
+The fates do now exempt us
+From what we felt of late.
+The nation is grown wiser
+Than to believe their shame;
+He that was the deviser
+Themselves begin to blame.
+
+They thought the trumps would ever
+Turn on rebellion's side,
+But kinder power deliver
+Us from their foolish pride;
+For see, they are deceived,
+And can no more prevail;
+Those who the Rump believed,
+Ashamed are of the tale.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Loyalist's Encouragement
+
+
+
+From the Loyal Garland.  To the tune of "Now, now the fight's
+done."
+
+
+You Royalists all, now rejoice and be glad,
+The day is our own, there's no cause to be sad,
+The tumult of faction is crush'd in its pride,
+And the grand promoters their noddles all hide,
+For fear of a swing, which does make it appear
+Though treason they loved yet for hemp they don't care.
+
+Then let us be bold still, and baffle their plots,
+That they in the end may prove impotent sots;
+And find both their wit and their malice defeated,
+Nay, find how themselves and their pupils they cheated,
+By heaping and thrusting to unhinge a State,
+Of which Heaven's guardian fixt is by fate.
+
+Though once they the rabble bewitch'd with their cant,
+Whilst cobler and weaver set up for a saint;
+Yet now the stale cheat they can fasten no more,
+The juggle's discover'd and they must give o'er;
+Yet give them their due that such mischief did work,
+Who revile Christian princes and pray for the Turk.
+
+Oh! give them their due, and let none of 'em want
+A cup of Geneva or Turkish turbant,
+That, clad in their colours, they may not deceive
+The vulgar, too prone and too apt to believe
+The fears they suggest on a groundless pretence,
+On purpose to make 'em repine or their prince.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Trouper
+
+
+
+From the Loyal Garland.  A pleasant song revived.
+
+
+Come, come, let us drink,
+'Tis vain to think
+Like fools of grief or sadness;
+Let our money fly
+And our sorrows dye,
+All worldly care is madness;
+But wine and good cheer
+Will, in spite of our fear,
+Inspire us all with gladness.
+
+Let the greedy clowns,
+That do live like hounds,
+They know neither bound nor measure,
+Lament every loss,
+For their wealth is their cross,
+Whose delight is in their treasure;
+Whilst we with our own
+Do go merrily on,
+And spend it at our leisure.
+
+Then trout about the bowl
+To every loyal soul,
+And to his hand commend it.
+A fig for chink,
+'Twas made to buy drink,
+Before we depart we'll end it.
+When we've spent our store,
+The nation yields no more,
+And merrily we will spend it.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  On The Times, Or The Good Subject's Wish
+
+
+
+From the Loyal Garland.  To the tune of "Young Phaon."
+
+
+Good days we see, let us rejoice,
+In peace and loyalty,
+And still despise the factious noise
+Of those that vainly try
+To undermine our happiness,
+That they may by it get;
+Knavery has great increase
+When honesty does set.
+
+But let us baffle all their tricks,
+Our King and country serve;
+And may he never thrive that likes
+Sedition in reserve:
+Then let each in his station rest,
+As all good subjects should;
+And he that otherwise designs,
+May he remain unblest.
+
+May traytors ever be deceived
+In all they undertake,
+And never by good men believed;
+May all the plots they make
+Fall heavy on themselves, and may
+They see themselves undone,
+And never have a happy day,
+That would the King dethrone.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Jovialists' Coronation
+
+
+
+From the Loyal Garland.
+
+
+Since it must be so, why then so let it go,
+Let the giddy-brain'd times turn round;
+Now we have our King, let the goblets be crowned,
+And our monarchy thus we recover;
+Whilst the pottles are weeping
+We'll drench our sad souls
+In big-belly'd bowls,
+And our sorrows in wine shall lie steeping.
+And we'll drink till our eyes do run over,
+And prove it by reason,
+It can be no treason
+To drink or to sing
+A mournifal of healths to our new-crowned King.
+
+Let us all stand bare in the presence we are,
+Let our noses like bonfires shine;
+Instead of the conduits, let pottles run wine,
+To perfect this true coronation;
+And we that are loyal, in drink shall be peers;
+For that face that wears claret
+Can traytors defie all,
+And out-stares the bores of our nation;
+In sign of obedience
+Our oaths of allegiance
+Beer glasses shall be,
+And he that tipples tends to jollitry.
+
+But if in this reign a halberdly train,
+Or a constable, chance to revel,
+And would with his twyvels maliciously swell,
+And against the King's party raise arms:
+Then the drawers, like yeomen o' the guard,
+With quart-pots
+Shall fuddle the sots,
+Till they make 'um both cuckolds and freemen,
+And on their wives beat up alarms,
+Thus as the health passes,
+We'll triple our glasses,
+And count it no sin
+To drink and be loyal in defence of our King.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Loyal Prisoner
+
+
+
+From the Loyal Garland.
+
+
+How happy's that pris'ner that conquers his fate
+With silence, and ne'er on bad fortune complains,
+But carelessly plays with keys on his grate,
+And he makes a sweet concert with them and his chains!
+He drowns care in sack, while his thoughts are opprest,
+And he makes his heart float like a cork in his breast.
+Then since we are slaves, and all islanders be,
+And our land a large prison enclosed by the sea,
+We'll drink off the ocean, and set ourselves free,
+For man is the world's epitomy.
+
+Let tyrants wear purple, deep-dy'd in the blood
+Of those they have slain, their scepters to sway,
+If our conscience be clear, and our title be good,
+With the rags that hang on us we are richer than they;
+We'll drink down at night what we beg or can borrow,
+And sleep without plotting for more the next morrow.
+Then since, etc.
+
+Let the usurer watch o'er his bags and his house,
+To keep that from robbers he rak'd from his debtors,
+Which at midnight cries thieves at the noise of a mouse,
+And he looks if his trunks are fast bound to their fetters;
+When once he's grown rich enough for a State's plot,
+But in one hour plunders what threescore years got.
+Then since, etc.
+
+Come, drawer, fill each man a peck of old sherry,
+This brimmer shall bid all our senses good-night;
+When old Aristotle was frolic and merry,
+By the juice of the grape, he stagger'd out-right;
+Copernicus once, in a drunken fit, found
+By the course of's brains that the world did turn round.
+Then since, etc.
+
+'Tis sack makes our faces like comets to shine,
+And gives tincture beyond a complexion mask.
+Diogenes fell so in love with his wine,
+That when 'twas all out he dwelt in the cask,
+And being shut up within a close room,
+He, dying, requested a tub for his tomb.
+Then since, etc.
+
+Let him never so privately muster his gold,
+His angels will their intelligence be;
+How closely they're prest in their canvas hold,
+And they want the State-souldier to set them all free:
+Let them pine and be hanged, we'll merrily sing,
+Who hath nothing to lose, may cry, God bless the King.
+Then since, etc.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Canary's Coronation
+
+
+
+From the Loyal Garland.
+
+
+Come, let's purge our brains
+From ale and grains,
+That do smell of anarchy;
+Let's chuse a King
+From whose blood may spring
+Such a sparkling progeny;
+It will be fit, strew mine in it,
+Whose flames are bright and clear;
+We'll not bind our hands with drayman's bands,
+When as we may be freer;
+Why should we droop, or basely stoop
+To popular ale or beer?
+
+Who shall be King? how comes the thing
+For which we all are met?
+Claret is a prince that hath long since
+In the royal order set:
+His face is spread with a warlike seed,
+And so he loves to see men;
+When he bears the sway, his subjects they
+Shall be as good as freemen;
+But here's the plot, almost forgot,
+'Tis too much burnt with women.
+
+By the river of Rhine is a valiant wine
+That can all other replenish;
+Let's then consent to the government
+And the royal rule of Rhenish:
+The German wine will warm the chine,
+And frisk in every vein;
+'Twill make the bride forget to chide,
+And call him to't again:
+But that's not all, he is too small
+To be our sovereign.
+
+Let us never think of a noble drink,
+But with notes advance on high,
+Let's proclaim good Canary's name, -
+Heaven bless his Majesty!
+He is a King in everything,
+Whose nature doth renounce all,
+He'll make us skip and nimbly trip
+From ceiling to the groundsil;
+Especially when poets be
+Lords of the Privy Council.
+
+But a vintner will his taster be,
+Here's nothing that can him let;
+A drawer that hath a good palat
+Shall be squire of the gimblet.
+The bar-boys shall be pages all,
+A tavern well-prepared,
+And nothing shall be spared;
+In jovial sort shall be the court,
+Wine-porters that are soldiers tall
+Be yeomen of the guard.
+
+But if a cooper we with a red nose see
+In any part of the town;
+The cooper shall, with his aids-royal,
+Bear the sceptre of the crown;
+Young wits that wash away their cash
+In wine and recreation,
+Who hates ale and beer, shall be welcome here
+To give their approbation;
+So shall all you that will allow
+Canary's recreation.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  The Mournful Subjects,
+
+
+
+Or The Whole Nation's Lamentation, From The Highest To The Lowest.
+
+The Mournful Subjects, or the Whole Nation's Lamentation, from the
+Highest to the Lowest; who did with brinish tears (the true signs
+of sorrow) bewail the death of their most gracious Soveraign King
+Charles the Second, who departed this life Feb. 6th, 1684, and was
+interred in Westminster Abbey, in King Henry the Seventh's Chapel,
+on Saturday night last, being the 14th day of the said month; to
+the sollid grief and sorrow of all his loving subjects.
+
+From vol. i. of the Roxburgh Ballads in Brit. Mus.
+
+Tune, "Troy Town, or the Duchess of Suffolk."
+
+
+True subjects mourn, and well they may,
+Of each degree, both lords and earls,
+Which did behold that dismal day,
+The death of princely pious Charles;
+Some thousand weeping tears did fall
+At his most sollid funeral.
+
+He was a prince of clemency,
+Whose love and mercy did abound;
+His death may well lamented be
+Through all the nations Europe round;
+Unto the ears of Christian kings
+His death unwelcome tidings brings.
+
+All those that ever thought him ill,
+And did disturb him in his reign, -
+Let horrour now their conscience fill,
+And strive such actions to restrain;
+For sure they know not what they do,
+The time will come when they shall rue.
+
+How often villains did design
+By cruelty his blood to spill,
+Yet by the Providence divine
+God would not let them have their will,
+But did preserve our gracious King,
+Under the shadow of his wing.
+
+We grieved his soul while he was here,
+When we would not his laws obey;
+Therefore the Lord he was severe,
+And took our gracious prince away:
+We were not worthy to enjoy
+The prince whom subjects would annoy.
+
+In peace he did lay down his head,
+The sceptre and the royal crown;
+His soul is now to heaven fled,
+Above the reach of mortal frown,
+Where joy and glory will not cease,
+In presence with the King of Peace.
+
+Alas! we had our liberty,
+He never sought for to devour
+By a usurping tyranny,
+To rule by arbitrary power;
+No, no, in all his blessed reign
+We had no cause for to complain.
+
+Let mourners now lament the loss
+Of him that did the scepter sway,
+And look upon it as a cross
+That he from us is snatch'd away;
+Though he is free from care or woe,
+Yet we cannot forget him so.
+
+But since it was thy blessed will
+To call him from a sinful land,
+Oh let us all be thankful still
+That it was done by thine own hand:
+No pitch of honour can be free
+From Death's usurping tyranny.
+
+The fourteen day of February
+They did interr our gracious Charles;
+His funeral solemnity,
+Accompanied with lords and earls,
+Four Dukes, I, and Prince George by name,
+Went next the King with all his train.
+
+And thus they to the Abbey went
+To lay him in his silent tomb,
+Where many inward sighs were spent
+To think upon their dismal doom.
+Whole showers of tears afresh then fell
+When they beheld his last farewell.
+
+Since it is so, that all must die,
+And must before our God appear,
+Oh let us have a watchful eye,
+Over our conversation here;
+That like great Charles, our King and friend,
+We all may have a happy end.
+
+Let England by their loyalty
+Repair the breach which they did make;
+And let us all united be
+To gracious James, for Charles his sake;
+And let there be no more discord,
+But love the King and fear the Lord.
+
+
+Printed for F. Deacon in Guilt-Spur Street.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  "Memento Mori"
+
+
+
+An elogy on the death of his sacred Majesty King Charles II., of
+blessed memory.
+
+From the King's Pamphlets, British Museum.
+
+
+Unwelcome news!  Whitehall its sable wears,
+And each good subject lies dissolved in tears!
+Justly indeed; for Charles is dead, the great,
+(Who can so much as such great griefs repeat?)
+King Charles the good, in whom that day there fell
+More than one tribe in this our Israel!
+Ah! cruel Death! we find thy fatal sting
+In losing him who was so good a King, -
+A King so wise, so just, and he'd great part
+In Solomon's wisdom and in David's heart;
+A King! whose virtues only to rehearse
+Rather requires a volume than a verse.
+Sprung from the loyns of Charles of blessed fame,
+A worthy son of his great father's name,
+His parent's and his grandsire's virtues he,
+As h' did their crown, enjoy'd EX TRADUCE,
+Of th' best and greatest of Kings the epitome.
+His justice such as him none could affright
+From doing t'all to God and subjects right.
+Punish he could, but, like Heaven's Majesty,
+Would that a traitor should repent, not die.
+His prudence to the laws due vigour gave,
+He saved others and himself did save.
+His valour and his courage, write who can?
+Being a good souldier ere he was a man.
+Wrestling with sorrows in a land unknown,
+Whilst Herod did usurp his royal throne,
+Banish'd his native country, every day,
+Like Moses, at the brink of death he lay.
+But that storm's over, and blest be that hand
+That gave him conduct to his peaceful land;
+Where this great King the Gordian knot unties,
+Of Heaven's, the kingdom's, and his enemies;
+Not with the sword, but with his grace and love,
+Giving to those their lives that for his strove:
+Never did person so much mercy breath
+Since our blest Saviour's and his father's death.
+In fine, his actions may our pattern be,
+His godly life, the Christian diary;
+But now he's dead, alas! our David's gone,
+And having served his generation,
+Is fall'n asleep; that glorious star's no more
+That English wise men led unto the shore
+Of peace, where gospel-truth's protest
+Cherished within our pious mother's breast,
+And with protection of such Kings still blest;
+Blest with his piety and the nation too,
+Happy in's reign, with milk and honey flew;
+Yea, blest so much with peace and nature's store
+Heaven could scarce give or we desire he more;
+But yet, alas! he's dead!  Mourn, England, mourn,
+And all your scarlet into black cloth turn;
+Let dust and ashes with your tears comply.
+To weep, not sing, his mournful elegy;
+And let your love to Charles be shown hereby
+In rendering James your prayers and loyalty.
+Long may Great James these kingdoms' sceptre sway,
+And may his subjects lovingly obey,
+Whilst with joint comfort all agree to sing,
+Heaven bless these kingdoms and "God save the King!"
+
+
+London:  printed by F. Millet for W. Thackeray, at the sign of the
+Angel in Duck Lane, 1685.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  Accession Of James II
+
+
+
+From "Read's 'Weekly Journal, or British Gazetteer."  Saturday, May
+15th, 1731.  This was a Jacobite Journal, and this song was
+reproduced at the time, from an earlier period.  The allusions are
+evidently to the death of Charles II. and the succession of James
+II.
+
+
+What means, honest shepherd, this cloud on thy brow?
+Say, where is thy mirth and thy melody now?
+Thy pipe thrown aside, and thy looks full of thought,
+As silent and sad as a bird newly caught.
+Has any misfortune befallen thy flocks,
+Some lamb been betray'd by the craft of the fox;
+Or murrain, more fatal, just seized on thy herd;
+Or has thy dear Phyllis let slip a cross word?
+
+The season indeed may to musing incline,
+Now that grey-bearded Winter makes Autumn resign;
+The hills all around us their russet put on,
+And the skies seem in mourning for loss of the sun.
+The winds make the tree, where thou sitt'st, shake its head;
+Yet tho' with dry leaves mother earth's lap is spread,
+Her bosom, to cheer it, is verdant with wheat,
+And the woods can supply us with pastime and meat.
+
+Oh! no, says the shepherd, I mourn none of these,
+Content with such changes as Heaven shall please;
+Tho' now we have got the wrong side of the year,
+'Twill turn up again, and fresh beauties appear:
+But the loss that I grieve for no time can restore;
+Our master that lov'd us so well is no more;
+That oak which we hop'd wou'd long shelter us all,
+Is fallen; then well may we shake at its fall.
+
+Where find we a pastor so kind and so good,
+So careful to feed us with wholesomest food,
+To watch for our safety, and drive far away
+The sly prouling fox that would make us his prey?
+Oh! may his remembrance for ever remain
+To shame those hard shepherds who, mindful of gain,
+Only look at their sheep with an eye to the fleece,
+And watch 'em but so as the fox watch'd the geese.
+
+Whom now shall I choose for the theme of my song?
+Or must my poor pipe on the willow be hung?
+No more to commend that good nature and sense,
+Which always cou'd please, but ne'er once gave offence.
+What honour directed he firmly pursu'd,
+Yet would not his judgment on others intrude;
+Still ready to help with his service and vote,
+But ne'er to thrust oar in another man's boat.
+
+No more, honest shepherd, these sorrows resound,
+The virtues thou praisest, so hard to be found,
+Are yet not all fled, for the swain who succeeds
+To his fields and his herds is true heir to his deeds;
+His pattern he'll follow, his gentleness use,
+Take care of the shepherds and cherish the muse:
+Then cease for the dead thy impertinent care,
+Rejoice, he survives in his brother and heir.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  On The Most High And Mighty Monarch King James
+
+
+
+On his exaltation on the throne of England.
+
+Being an excellent new song.  From a "Collection of One Hundred and
+Eighty Loyal Songs, written since 1678."
+
+To the tune of "Hark! the Thundering Cannons roar."
+
+
+Hark! the bells and steeples ring!
+A health to James our royal King;
+Heaven approves the offering,
+Resounding in chorus;
+Let our sacrifice aspire,
+Richest gems perfume the fire,
+Angels and the sacred quire
+Have led the way before us.
+
+Thro' loud storms and tempests driven,
+This wrong'd prince to us was given,
+The mighty James, preserved by Heaven
+To be a future blessing;
+The anointed instrument,
+Good great Charles to represent,
+And fill our souls with that content
+Which we are now possessing.
+
+Justice, plenty, wealth, and peace,
+With the fruitful land's increase,
+All the treasures of the seas,
+With him to us are given;
+As the brother, just and good,
+From whose royal father's blood
+Clemency runs like a flood,
+A legacy from Heaven.
+
+Summon'd young to fierce alarms,
+Born a man in midst of arms,
+His good angels kept from harms -
+The people's joy and wonder;
+Early laurels crown'd his brow,
+And the crowd did praise allow,
+Whilst against the Belgick foe
+Great Jove implored his thunder.
+
+Like him none e'er fill'd the throne,
+Never courage yet was known
+With so much conduct met in one,
+To claim our due devotion;
+Who made the Belgick lion roar,
+Drove 'em back to their own shore,
+To humble and encroach no more
+Upon the British ocean.
+
+When poor Holland first grew proud,
+Saucy, insolent, and loud,
+Great James subdued the boisterous crowd,
+The foaming ocean stemming;
+His country's glory and its good
+He valued dearer than his blood,
+And rid sole sovereign o'er his flood,
+In spight of French or Fleming.
+
+When he the foe had overcome,
+Brought them peace and conquest home,
+Exiled in foreign parts to roam,
+Ungrateful rebels vote him;
+But spite of all their insolence,
+Inspired with god-like patience,
+The rightful heir, kind Providence
+Did to a throne promote him.
+
+May justice at his elbow wait
+To defend the Church and State,
+The subject and this monarch's date
+May no storm e'er dissever:
+May he long adorn this place
+With his royal brother's grace,
+His mercy and his tenderness,
+To rule this land for ever.
+
+
+
+Ballad:  In A Summer's Day
+
+
+
+From Hogg's Jacobite Relics.
+
+
+In a summer's day when all was gay
+The lads and lasses met
+In a flowery mead, when each lovely maid
+Was by her true love set.
+Dick took the glass, and drank to his lass,
+And JAMIE'S health around did pass;
+Huzza! they cried; Huzza! they all replied,
+God bless our noble King.
+
+To the Queen, quothiwell; Drink it off, says Nell,
+They say she is wondrous pretty;
+And the prince, says Hugh; That's right, says Sue;
+God send him home, says Katy;
+May the powers above this tribe remove,
+And send us back the man we love.
+Huzza! they cried; Huzza! they all replied,
+God bless our noble King.
+
+The liquor spent, they to dancing went,
+Each gamester took his mate;
+Ralph bow'd to Moll, and Hodge to Doll,
+Hal took out black-eyed Kate.
+Name your dance, quoth John; Bid him, says Anne,
+Play, The King shall enjoy his own again.
+Huzza! they cried; Huzza! they all replied,
+God bless our noble King.
+
+
+
+
+Footnotes:
+
+(1)  This stanza is omitted in most collections.  Walker was a
+colonel in the parliamentary army; and afterwards a member of the
+Committee of Safety.
+
+(2)  The Directory for the Public Worship of God, ordered by the
+Assembly of Divines at Westminster in 1644, to supersede the Book
+of Common Prayer.
+
+(3)  The Earl of Thomond.
+
+(4)  The Excise, first introduced by the Long Parliament, was
+particularly obnoxious to the Tory party.  Dr Johnson more than a
+hundred years later shared all the antipathy of his party to it,
+and in his Dictionary defined it to be "a hateful tax levied upon
+commodities, and adjudged not by the common judges of property, but
+by wretches hired by those to whom excise is paid."
+
+(5)  Henry the Eighth.  The comparison is made in other ballads of
+the age.  To play old Harry with any one is a phrase that seems to
+have originated with those who suffered by the confiscation of
+church property.
+
+(6)  The Marquis of Winchester, the brave defender of his house at
+Basing, had been made prisoner by Cromwell at the storming of that
+house in 1645.  Waller had been foiled in his attempt on this place
+in the year preceding. - T. W.
+
+(7)  Sir John Ogle, one of the Royalist commanders, who was
+intrusted with the defence of Winchester Castle, which he
+surrendered on conditions just before the siege of Basing House. -
+T. W.
+
+(8)  Wren, bishop of Ely, was committed to the Tower in 1641,
+accused with high "misdemeanours" in his diocese.
+
+(9)  David Jenkins, a Welsh Judge, who had been made prisoner at
+the taking of Hereford, and committed first to Newgate and
+afterwards to the Tower.  He refused to acknowledge the authority
+of the Parliament, and was the author of several tracts published
+during the year (while he was prisoner in the Tower), which made a
+great noise. - T. W.
+
+(10)  Sir Francis Wortley, Bart., was made a prisoner in 1644, at
+the taking of Walton House, near Wakefield, by Sir Thomas Fairfax.
+
+(11)  Sir Edward Hales, Bart., of Woodchurch, in Kent, had been
+member for Queenborough in the Isle of Sheppey.  He was not a
+Royalist.
+
+(12)  Sir George Strangways, Bart., according to the marginal note
+in the original.  Another of the name, Sir John Strangways, was
+taken at the surrender of Sherborne Castle.
+
+(13)  Sir Henry Bedingfield, Bart., of Norfolk; Sir Walter Blount,
+Bart., of Worcester; and Sir Francis Howard, Bart., of the North,
+were committed to the Tower on the 22nd of January, 1646.
+
+(14)  The horrible barbarities committed by the Irish rebels had
+made the Catholics so much abhorred in England, that every English
+member of that community was suspected of plotting the same
+massacres in England. - T. W.
+
+(15)  Sir John Hewet, of Huntingdonshire, was committed to the
+Tower on the 28th of January, 1645(-6).
+
+(16)  Sir Thomas Lunsford, Bart., the celebrated Royalist officer,
+was committed to the Tower on the 22nd of January, 1646.  The
+violence and barbarities which he and his troop were said to have
+perpetrated led to the popular belief that he was in the habit of
+eating children.
+
+From Fielding and from Vavasour,
+Both ill-affected men;
+From Lunsford eke dilver us,
+That eateth up children.
+Loyal Songs, ed. 1731, i. 38.
+T. W.
+
+(17)  Sir William Lewis, one of the eleven members who had been
+impeached by the army.
+
+(18)  Col. Giles Strangwaies, of Dorsetshire, taken with Sir Lewis
+Dives, at the surrender of Sherborne, was committed to the Tower on
+the 28th August, 1645.  He was member for Bridport in the Long
+Parliament, and was one of those who attended Charles's "Mongrel"
+Parliament at Oxford.
+
+(19)  Sir Lewis Dives, an active Royalist, was governor of
+Sherborne Castle for the King, and had been made a prisoner by
+Fairfax in August, 1645, when that fortress was taken by storm.  He
+was brother-in-law to Lord Digby.
+
+(20)  Sir John Morley, of Newcastle, committed to the Tower on the
+18th of July, 1645.
+
+(21)  King was a Royalist general, in the north, who was slain
+July, 1643.
+
+(22)  Sir William Morton, of Gloucestershire, committed to the
+Tower on the 17th August, 1644.  Cardinal Morton, Archbishop of
+Canterbury, brought about the marriage between King Henry VII. and
+the daughter of Edward IV., and thus effected the unison of the
+rival houses of York and Lancaster.
+
+(23)  Thomas Coningsby, Esq., of Northmyus in Hertfordshire,
+committed to the Tower in November, 1642, for reading the King's
+commission of array in that county.
+
+(24)  Sir Wingfield Bodenham, of the county of Rutland, committed
+to the Tower on the 31st of July, 1643.
+
+(25)  Sir Henry Vaughan, a Welsh knight, committed to the Tower on
+the 18th July, 1645.
+
+(26)  Lilburn was, as has been observed, in the Tower for his
+practices against the present order of things, he being an advocate
+of extreme democratic principles; and he was there instructed in
+knotty points of law by Judge Jenkins, to enable him to torment and
+baffle the party in power.  It was Jenkins who said of Lilburne
+that "If the world were emptied of all but John Lilburne, Lilburne
+would quarrel with John, and John with Lilburne." - T. W.
+
+(27)  Mr Thomas Violet, of London, goldsmith, committed to the
+Tower January 6th, 1643(-4), for carrying a letter from the King to
+the mayor and common council of London.
+
+(28)  Dr Hudson had been concerned in the King's transactions with
+the Scots, previous to his delivering himself up to them, and he
+and Ashburnham had been his sole attendants in his flight from
+Oxford for that purpose. - T. W.
+
+(29)  Poyntz and Massey were staunch Presbyterians, and their party
+counted on their assistance in opposing the army:  but they
+withdrew, when the quarrel seemed to be near coming to extremities.
+
+(30)  Glynn was one of the eleven members impeached by the army.
+
+(31)  It was believed at this time that Fairfax was favourable to
+the restoration of the King.
+
+(32)  The "Jack Ketch" of the day.
+
+(33) The copy in the "Rump Songs" has "Smee and his tub."
+
+(34)  The old proverbial expression of "the devil and his dam" was
+founded on an article of popular superstition which is now
+obsolete.  In 1598, a Welshman, or borderer, writes to Lord
+Burghley for leave "to drive the devill and his dam" from the
+castle of Skenfrith, where they were said to watch over hidden
+treasure:  "The voyce of the countrey goeth there is a dyvell and
+his dame, one sitts upon a hogshed of gold, the other upon a
+hogshed of silver."  (Queen Elizabeth and her Times, ii. 397.)  The
+expression is common in our earlier dramatic poets:  thus
+Shakespeare, -
+
+- "I'll have a bout with thee;
+Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
+Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch."
+(Hen. V. Part I.  Act I. sc. 5.)
+T. W.
+
+(35)  The prediction was not QUITE so speedily verified.
+
+(36)  Colonel Hewson, originally a shoemaker.
+
+(37)  Newspapers.
+
+(38)  In the seventeenth century Lancashire enjoyed an unhappy pre-
+eminence in the annals of superstition, and it was regarded
+especially as a land of witches.  This fame appears to have
+originated partly in the execution of a number of persons in 1612,
+who were pretended to have been associated together in the crime of
+witchcraft, and who held their unearthly meetings at the Malkin
+Tower, in the forest of Pendle.  In 1613 was published an account
+of the trials, in a thick pamphlet, entitled "The Wonderful
+Discoverie of Witches in the Countie of Lancaster.  With the
+Arraignment and Triall of nineteene notorious Witches, at the
+Assizes and general Goale Deliverie, holden in the Castle of
+Lancaster, on Monday, the seventeenth of August last, 1612.
+Published and set forth by commandment of his Majesties Justices of
+Assize in the North Parts, by Thomas Potts, Esquier."  "The famous
+History of the Lancashire Witches" continued to be popular as a
+chap-book up to the beginning of the nineteenth century. - T.
+WRIGHT.
+
+(39)  An allusion to the Dutch War of 1651 and 1652.
+
+(40)  Oliver Cromwell.
+
+(41)  The Welsh were frequently the subject of satirical allusions
+during the civil wars and the Commonwealth.
+
+(42)  Speaker of the Long Parliament.
+
+(43)  Cromwell's wife.
+
+(44)  Cromwell's two sons, Richard and Henry.
+
+(45)  Cromwell's daughter.
+
+(46)  Col. Pride, originally a brewer's drayman.
+
+(47)  Walter Strickland, M.P. for a Cornish borough.
+
+(48)  Monk was with his troops in Scotland, but had declared
+himself an approver of the proceedings of the Parliament.
+
+(49)  Dr John Owen, Joseph Caryl, and Philip Nye, were three of the
+most eminent divines of this eventful age.  Caryl, who was a
+moderate independent, was the author of the well-known "Commentary
+on Job."  Dr Owen enjoyed the especial favour of Cromwell, who made
+him Dean of Christchurch, Oxford; in his youth he had shown an
+inclination to Presbyterianism, but early in the war he embraced
+the party of the Independents.  He was a most prolific writer.  Nye
+was also an eminent writer:  previous to 1647 he had been a zealous
+Presbyterian, but on the rise of Cromwell's influence he joined the
+Independents, and was employed on several occasions by that party.
+- T. W.
+
+(50)  Col. John Ireton was the brother of the more celebrated Henry
+Ireton, and was an alderman of London.  He appears to have been
+clerk of the Council of Officers at Wallingford House.
+
+(51)  Col. Robert Tichbourne was also an alderman, and had been
+Lord Mayor in 1658.  He was an enthusiast in religion of the
+Independent party, and published several books, among which one was
+very celebrated, and is often referred to in the tracts of this
+period, entitled, "A Cluster of Canaan's Grapes.  Being severall
+experimented truths received through private communion with God by
+his Spirit, grounded on Scripture, and presented to open view for
+publique edification."  London, 4to, Feb. 16, 1649.  In a satirical
+tract of the year 1660 he is made to say, "I made my mother, the
+city, drunk with the clusters which I brought from Canaan, and she
+in her drink made me a colonel."  After the return of the secluded
+members to the House, and the triumph of the city and the
+Presbyterian party, Ireton and Tichbourne were committed to the
+Tower, charged with aiming at the overthrow of the liberties of the
+city, and other grave misdemeanours.  There are in the British
+Museum two satirical tracts relating to their imprisonment:  1.
+"The Apology of Robert Tichborn and John Ireton.  Being a serious
+Vindication of themselves and the Good old Cause, from the
+imputations cast upon them and it by the triumphing city and nation
+in this their day of desertion.  Printed for everybody but the
+light-heeled apprentices and head-strong masters of this wincing
+city of London."  (March 12, 1659-60.)  2.  "Brethren in Iniquity:
+or, a Beardless Pair; held forth in a Dialogue betwixt Tichburn and
+Ireton, Prisoners in the Tower of London."  4to.  (April 30, 1660.)
+
+(52)  George Monk and John Lambert.
+
+(53)  The eleventh of February was the day on which Monck overthrew
+the Rump, by declaring for the admission of the secluded members.
+
+(54)  On the tenth of February Monk, by order of the Parliament,
+had entered the city in a hostile manner.  "Mr Fage told me," says
+Pepys, "what Monck had done in the city, how he had pulled down the
+most parts of the gates and chains that he could break down, and
+that he was now gone back to Whitehall.  The city look mighty
+blank, and cannot tell what in the world to do."  The next day he
+turned from the Parliament, and took part with the city.
+
+(55)  Thomas Scot and Luke Robinson were sent by the Parliament to
+expostulate with Monk, but without effect.
+
+(56)  Pepys gives the following description of the rejoicings in
+the city on the evening of the eleventh of February:- "In Cheapside
+there were a great many bonfires, and Bow bells and all the bells
+in all the churches as we went home were a-ringing.  Hence we went
+homewards, it being about ten at night.  But the common joy that
+was everywhere to be seen!  The number of bonfires! there being
+fourteen between St Dunstan's and Temple Bar, and at Strand Bridge
+I could at one time tell thirty-one fires.  In King-street seven or
+eight; and all along burning, and roasting, and drinking for Rumps,
+there being rumps tied upon sticks and carried up and down.  The
+butchers at the May Pole in the Strand rang a peal with their
+knives when they were going to sacrifice their rump.  On Ludgate
+Hill there was one turning of a spit that had a rump tied upon it,
+and another basting of it.  Indeed it was past imagination, both
+the greatness and the suddenness of it.  At one end of the street
+you would think there was a whole lane of fire, and so hot that we
+were fain to keep on the further side."
+
+(57)  In a satirical tract, entitled "Free Parliament Quaeries,"
+4to, April 10, 1660, it is inquired "Whether Sir Arthur did not act
+the Raging Turk in Westminster Hall, when he saw the admission of
+the secluded members?"  Pepys gives the following account of the
+reception of Monck's letter from the city on the 11th of February:-
+"So I went up to the lobby, where I saw the Speaker reading of the
+letter; and after it was read Sir A. Haselrigge came out very
+angry, and Billing, standing by the door, took him by the arm and
+cried, 'Thou man, will thy beast carry thee no longer? thou must
+fall!'"
+
+(58)  Haselrigge was accused of having been a dupe to Monck's
+cunning intrigues.
+
+(59)  The celebrated Praise-God Barebone, at the head of a body of
+fanatics, had (February 9th) presented a strong petition to the
+House in support of the Good old Cause, which gave great offence to
+the Presbyterian party and the citizens, although it was received
+with thanks.  According to Pepys, one of Monck's complaints against
+the Parliament was, "That the late petition of the fanatique people
+presented by Barebone, for the imposing of an oath upon all sorts
+of people, was received by the House with thanks."  The citizens
+did not omit to show their hostility against the presenter of the
+petition.  On the 12th, Pepys says, "Charles Glascocke. . . told me
+the boys had last night broke Barebone's windows."  And again, on
+the 22nd, "I observed this day how abominably Barebone's windows
+are broke again last night."
+
+(60)  Miles Corbet, as well as Tichbourn, had sat upon the King in
+judgment.  In a satirical tract, published about the same time as
+the present ballad, Tichbourn is made to say, "They say I am as
+notorious as Miles Corbet the Jew."  In another, entitled "The
+Private Debates, etc., of the Rump," 4to, April 2, 1660, we read,
+"Call in the Jews, cryes Corbet, there is a certain sympathy (quoth
+he), methinks, between them and me.  Those wandering pedlers and I
+were doubtless made of the same mould; they have all such blote-
+herring faces as myself, and the devil himself is in 'um for
+cruelty."  He was one of those who fled on the Restoration, but he
+was afterwards taken treacherously in Holland, and, being brought
+to London, was executed as a regicide.  In another satirical tract,
+entitled "A Continuation of the Acts and Monuments of our late
+Parliament" (Dec. 1659), it is stated that, "July 1, This very day
+the House made two serjeants-at-law, William Steele and Miles
+Corbet, and that was work enough for one day."  And, in a fourth,
+"Resolved, That Miles Corbet and Robert Goodwin be freed from the
+trouble of the Chief Register Office in Chancery."  MERCURIUS
+HONESTUS, No. 1.  (March 21, 1659-60.)
+
+(61)  William Lord Monson, Viscount Castlemaine, was member for
+Ryegate in the Long Parliament.  He was degraded from his honour at
+the Restoration, and was condemned to be drawn on a sledge with a
+rope round his neck from the Tower to Tyburn, and back again, and
+to be imprisoned there for life.  It appears, by the satirical
+tracts of the day, that he was chiefly famous for being beaten by
+his wife.  In one, entitled "Your Servant, Gentlemen," 4to, 1659,
+it is asked, "Whether that member who lives nearest the church
+ought not to ride Skimmington next time my Lady Mounson cudgels her
+husband?"  And in another ("The Rump Despairing," 4to, London,
+March 26, 1660) we find the following passage:- "To my Lord Monson.
+A sceptre is one thing, and a ladle is another, and though his wife
+can tell how to use one, yet he is not fit to hold the other."
+
+(62)  Pudding John, or Jack Pudding, was a proverbial expression of
+the times for a Merry Andrew.  In an old English-German Dictionary
+it is explained thus:- "JACK-PUDDING, un buffon de theatre,
+deliciae populi, ein Hanswurst, Pickelhering."  The term was
+applied as a soubriquet to any man who played the fool to serve
+another person's ends.  "And first Sir Thomas Wrothe (JACK PUDDING
+to Prideaux the post-master) had his cue to go high, and feele the
+pulse of the hous."  History of Independency, p. 69 (4to, 1648).
+
+(63)  An allusion to James Harrington's "Oceana."
+
+(64)  James Harrington, a remarkable political writer of this time,
+had founded a club called the Rota, in 1659, for the debating of
+political questions.  This club met at Miles's Coffee-house, in Old
+Palace Yard, and lasted a few mouths.  At the beginning of the
+present year was published the result of their deliberations, under
+the title of "The Rota:  or, a Model of a Free State, or Equall
+Commonwealth; once proposed and debated in brief, and to be again
+more at large proposed to, and debated by, a free and open Society
+of ingenious Gentlemen."  4to, London, 1660 (Jan. 9).
+
+(65)  William Prynne, the lawyer, who had been so active a member
+of the Long Parliament when the Presbyterians were in power, was
+one of the secluded members.  He returned to the House on the 21st
+of January, this year.  Pepys says, "Mr Prin came with an old
+basket-hilt sword on, and had a great many shouts upon his going
+into the hall."
+
+(66)  John Wilde was one of the members for Worcestershire in the
+Long Parliament.  In Cromwell's last Parliament he represented
+Droitwich, and was made by the Protector "Lord Chief Baron of the
+publick Exchequer."  In a satirical pamphlet, contemporary with the
+present ballad, he is spoken of as "Sarjeant Wilde, best known by
+the name of the Wilde Serjeant."  Another old song describes his
+personal appearance:
+
+"But, Baron Wild, come out here,
+Show your ferret face and snout here,
+For you, being both a fool and a knave,
+Are a monster in the rout here."
+Loyal songs II. 55.
+
+(67)  See footnote (60).
+
+(68)  Alderman Atkins.
+
+(69)  Ludlow was well known as a staunch Republican.  The incident
+alluded to was a subject of much merriment, and exercised the pen
+of some of the choicest poets of the latter half of the seventeenth
+century. - T. W.
+
+(70)  Lambert, with his army, was in the North, and amid the
+contradictory intelligence which daily came in, we find some people
+who, according to Pepys, spread reports that Lambert was gaining
+strength. - T. W.
+
+(71)  Marchamont Nedham.
+
+(72)  Lambert and "his bears" are frequently mentioned in the
+satirical writings of this period.  Cromwell is said to have sworn
+"by the living God," when he dissolved the Long Parliament. - T. W.
+
+(73)  Speaker of the Long Parliament.
+
+(74)  Harry Marten, member for Berkshire, a man of equivocal
+private character.  In the heat of the civil wars he had been
+committed to the Tower for a short time by the Parliament, for
+speaking too openly against the person of the King.  When he
+attempted to speak against the violent dissolution of the Long
+Parliament by Cromwell, the latter reproached him with the
+licentiousness of his life. - T. W.
+
+(75)  William Lord Monson, Viscount Castlemaine, was member for
+Ryegate.  He was degraded from his honours at the Restoration, and
+was condemned to be drawn on a sledge with a rope round his neck
+from the Tower to Tyburn, and back again, and to be imprisoned
+there for life.  It appears, by the satirical tracts of the day,
+that he was chiefly famous for being beaten by his wife. - T. W.
+
+(76)  Sir Arthur Haselrigge, member for Leicestershire.
+
+(77)  Noise or disturbance.
+
+(78)  Dr John Hewit, an episcopal clergyman, executed for high
+treason in 1658, for having held an active correspondence with the
+Royalists abroad, and having zealously contributed to the
+insurrection headed by Penruddock.
+
+(79)  John Lowry, member for Cambridge.
+
+(80)  Sir Edmund Prideaux, Bart., member for Lyme Regis.  He was
+Cromwell's Attorney-General.
+
+(81)  Oliver St John, member for Totness, and Lord Chief Justice of
+the Common Pleas.
+
+(82)  John Wilde, one of the members for Worcestershire.  In
+Cromwell's last Parliament he represented Droitwich, and was made
+by the Protector "Lord Chief Baron of the Public Exchequer."
+
+(83)  Sir Henry Slingsby and Dr Hewet were executed for treason
+against the government of Oliver Cromwell in 1658.  Colonel John
+Gerard was brought to the block at the beginning of the
+Protectorate, in 1654, for being engaged in a plot to assassinate
+Cromwell.
+
+(84)  John Lord Lisle represented Yarmouth in the Long Parliament.
+He sat for Kent in the Parliament of 1653, and was afterwards a
+member of Cromwell's "other House," and held the office of Lord
+Commissioner of the Great Seal.  He was president of the High
+Courts of Justice which tried Gerard, Slingsby, and Hewet.
+
+(85)  Nathaniel Fiennes, member for Banbury.  In the Parliament of
+1654 he represented Oxfordshire.  He was afterwards, as Nathaniel
+Lord Fiennes, a member of Cromwell's "other House."  Fiennes was
+accused of cowardice in surrendering Bristol (of which he was
+governor) to Prince Rupert, somewhat hastily, in 1643.  His father,
+Lord Say and Sele, opposing Cromwell, was obliged to retire to the
+Isle of Lundy.
+
+(86)  John Lord Glynn, member of Cromwell's "other House," was
+"Chief Justice assigned to hold pleas in the Upper Bench."  He was
+engaged in the prosecution of the Earl of Strafford.  He was one of
+the eleven members impeached by the army in 1647.  In the Long
+Parliament, as well as in Cromwell's Parliaments, he was member for
+Carnarvon. - T. W.
+
+(87)  Henry Nevil, member for Abingdon.  In Cromwell's last
+Parliament he represented Reading.  In a satirical tract, he is
+spoken of as "religious Harry Nevill;" and we find in Burton's
+Diary, that some months before the date of the present song (on the
+16th Feb. 1658-9) there was "a great debate" on a charge of atheism
+and blasphemy which had been brought against him. - T. W.
+
+(88)  In the satirical tract entitled "England's Confusion," this
+member is described as "hastily rich Cornelius Holland."  He
+appears to have risen from a low station, and is characterized in
+the songs of the day as having been a link-bearer. - T. W.
+
+(89)  Major Salwey was an officer in the Parliamentary array.  On
+the 17th January, 1660, he incurred the displeasure of the House,
+and was sequestered from his seat and sent to the Tower.  He is
+described as "a smart, prating apprentice, newly set for himself."
+He appears to have been originally a grocer and tobacconist; a
+ballad of the time speaks of him as,
+
+"Salloway with tobacco
+Inspired, turned State quack-o;
+And got more by his feigned zeal
+Then by his, WHAT D'YE LACK-O?"
+
+In another he is introduced thus,
+
+"The tobacco-man Salway, with a heart tall of gall
+Puffs down bells, steeples, priests, churches and all,
+As old superstitions relicks of Baal."
+
+A third ballad, alluding to his attitude in the House, couples
+together
+
+"Mr William Lilly's astrological lyes,
+And the meditations of Salloway biting his thumbs." - T. W.
+
+(90)  Roger Hill was member for Bridport, in Dorsetshire.  He
+bought a grant of the Bishop of Winchester's manor of Taunton Dean,
+valued at 1200 pounds a year.  A ballad written towards the end of
+1659 says of him,
+
+"Baron Hill was but a valley,
+And born scarce to an alley;
+But now is lord of Taunton Dean,
+And thousands he can rally."
+
+(91)  With the revival of the Long Parliament, the old Republican
+feelings arose again under the denomination of the "Good old
+Cause."  Innumerable pamphlets were published for and against "The
+Cause."  Even Prynne, the fierce old Presbyterian, who was now
+turning against the patriots, lifted up his pen against it, and
+published "The Republicans and others spurious Good old Cause
+briefly and truly Anatomized," 4to, May 13, 1659.
+
+(92)  Robert Cecil, Esq., was one of the members of the Old Long
+Parliament who were now brought together to form the Rump.  He
+represented Old Sarum, Wilts.
+
+(93)  Luke Robinson, of Pickering Lyth, in Yorkshire, was member
+for Scarborough.  An old ballad says of him,
+
+"Luke Robinson, that clownado,
+Though his heart be a granado,
+Yet a high shoe with his hand in his poke
+Is his most perfect shadow."
+
+(94)  Sir Harry Vane.
+
+(95)  Thomas Scott was member for Aylesbury, in Buckinghamshire, in
+the Long Parliament.
+
+(96)  Hugh Peters, the celebrated fanatic.  In the margin of the
+original, opposite to the words "the Devil's fees," is the
+following note - "His numps and his kidneys." - T. W.
+
+(97)  To save his tithe pig:  - probably the origin of the well
+known slang phrase of the present day.
+
+(98)  Coloured, or dyed.
+
+(99)  Faustus.
+
+(100)  An allusion to a popular old story and song.  A copy of the
+words and tune of "The Fryar and the Nun" is preserved in the
+valuable collection of ballads in the possession of Mr Thorpe of
+Piccadilly. - T.  W.
+
+(101)  "October 13th.  I went out to Charing Cross to see Major-
+General Harrison hanged, drawn, and quartered, which was done
+there, he looking as cheerful as any man could do in that
+condition." - Pepys.  Thomas Harrison was the son of a butcher at
+Newcastle-under-Line; he conveyed Charles I. from Windsor to
+Whitehall to his trial, and afterwards sat as one of the judges.
+
+(102)  "October 15th.  This morning Mr Carew was hanged and
+quartered at Charing Cross; but his quarters, by a great favour,
+are not to be hanged up." - Pepys.  Colonel John Carew, like
+Harrison, was one of the Fifth-monarchy men, a violent and
+visionary but honest enthusiast.
+
+(103)  Hugh Peters, for his zeal in encouraging the Commonwealth
+soldiery, was particularly hated by the Royalists.  John Coke, the
+able lawyer, conducted the prosecution of the King.
+
+(104)  Gregory Clement, John Jones, Thomas Scott, and Adrian
+Scrope, were charged with sitting in the High Court of Justice
+which tried the King.  Scott was further charged with having,
+during the sitting of the Rump Parliament, expressed his
+approbation of the sentence against the King.  Colonel Scrope,
+although he had been admitted to pardon, was selected as one of the
+objects of vengeance, and was condemned chiefly on a reported
+conversation, in which, when one person had strongly blamed what he
+called the "murder" of the King, Scrope observed, "Some are of one
+opinion, and some of another."
+
+(105)  "October 19th.  This morning Hacker and Axtell were hanged
+and quartered, as the rest are." - Pepys.  Colonel Francis Hacker
+commanded the guards at the King's execution.  Axtell was captain
+of the guard of the High Court of Justice at which the King was
+tried.
+
+(106)  Richard Brown, one of Cromwell's Major-generals, Governor of
+Abingdon, and member for London in the Long Parliament.  He had
+been imprisoned by the Rump.
+
+(107)  The Earl of Norwich was George Lord Goring, who, with his
+son, acted a prominent part in the Civil Wars.  He was created Earl
+of Norwich in 1644.
+
+(108)  John Mordaunt, son of the Earl of Peterborough, celebrated
+for his exertions to raise insurrections for the King during the
+Protectorate, was one of the bearers of the letters of the King to
+Monck.  He was created Baron Mordaunt, July 10, 1659.  Charles Lord
+Gerard, afterwards created Earl of Macclesfield, was a very
+distinguished Royalist officer.  Thomas Wentworth, Earl of
+Cleveland, who had suffered much for his loyalty to Charles I.,
+headed a body of three hundred noblemen and gentlemen in the
+triumphal procession of Charles II. into London.
+
+(109)  Charles Stuart, a gallant Royalist officer, who had been
+created Earl of Litchfield by Charles I. in 1645, and who
+immediately after the Restoration succeeded his cousin Esme Stuart
+as Duke of Richmond.  Charles Stanley, Earl of Derby, was son of
+the Earl of Derby who was beheaded after the battle of Worcester,
+and of the Countess who so gallantly defended Latham House in 1644.
+
+(110)  The Nursery Rhyme, "The Man in the Moon drinks claret."
+
+(111)  Philip Nye.
+
+(112)  William Kiffin was a celebrated preacher of this time, and
+had been an officer in the Parliamentary army.  A little before the
+publication of the present ballad a tract had appeared, with the
+title, "The Life and Approaching Death of William Kiffin.
+Extracted out of the Visitation Book by a Church Member."  4to,
+London, March 13, 1659-60.  He is here said to have been originally
+'prentice to a glover, and to have been in good credit with
+Cromwell, who made him a lieutenant-colonel.  He appears to have
+been busy among the sectaries at the period of the Restoration.  He
+is thus mentioned in a satirical pamphlet of that time, entitled
+"Select City Quaeries:" - "Whether the Anabaptists' late manifesto
+can be said to be forged, false, and scandalous (as Politicus terms
+it), it being well known to be writ by one of Kiffin's disciples;
+and whether the author thereof or Politicus may be accounted the
+greater incendiary?" - T. W.
+
+(113)  Fox and Naylor were the founders of the sect of Quakers.
+Naylor, in particular, was celebrated as an enthusiast.  Jacob
+Boehmen, or Behmen, was a celebrated German visionary and
+enthusiast, who lived at the end of the sixteenth and beginning of
+the seventeenth centuries, and the founder of a sect.
+
+(114)  There was a story that Charles II. was really married to
+Lucy Walters, the mother of the Duke of Monmouth, and that the
+contract of marriage was in existence in a "black box," in the
+custody of the Bishop of Durham, suggested apparently by the
+endeavours of that Bishop to change the succession to the crown in
+favour of the Duke of Monmouth, to the exclusion of James II.
+
+(115)  Titus Oates, the inventor of the Popish plot.
+
+(116)  Patience Ward, the alderman.
+
+
+
+
+
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