Chappels down Then hey Boys up go we A New SONG on the Calling of a Free Parliament Jan. 15. 1688 / 9. A Parliament with one Consent Is all the Cry o' th' Nation Which now may be Since Popery is growing out of fashion The Belgick Troops approach to Town The Oranges come powring And all the Lords agree as one To send the Papists scowring The Holy Man shall lead the Van Our Father and Confessor In Robes of Red the Jesuit's fled Who was the chief Transgressor In this disguise he thought to escape And hop'd to save his Bacon But Herbert he has laid a Trap The Rat may be Re-taken The Nuncio too the day may Rue That he came o'er the Ocean I' th' English Court to keep 's Resort And teach his blind Devotion The Prelates Ellis Smith and Hall Have sold their Coach and Horses And will no longer in White-hall Foment their learn'd Discourses The Groom o' th' Stool that play'd the Fool Full sorely will repent it And Sunderland did bare-foot stand For Penance shall lament it Milford and the Scotch are fled Whom hopes of Interest tempted Those Lords did turn for want of Bread And ought to be Exempted But Salsbury what cause had he To fear his Highness Landing Who by his Arse and Legs might pass For one of understanding To take up Arms at such a time Against the Rules were gave him His Head must answer for the Crime His Pardon will not save him The Fryars and Monks with all their Punks Are now upon the Scamper Tirconnel swears and Rants and tears And Teige does make a Clamper The Foreign Priests that Posted o're Into the English Nation Do now repent that on that Shore They laid their weak Foundation ' Twou'd be a Sight wou'd move Delight In each obdurate Varlet To see the Graves that made us Slaves Hang in Dispencing Scarlet And every Popish Counsellour That for the same Cause pleaded Shall all turn off at the same score Be hang'd or else Beheaded A New SONG WOu'd you be a Man of Favour Wou'd you have your Fortune kind Wear the Cross and eat the Waser And you 'll have all things to your mind If the Priest cannot convert you Intrest then must doe the thing There be Fryars can inform you How to please a Popish King. Wou'd you see the the Papist Lowring Lost in a hurry and a fright And there Father Peters scowring Glad of Times for happy flight Stay but till the Dutch are Landed And the show will soon appear When th' Infernal Court 's Disbanded Few will stay for Tyburn here A New CATCH THis worthy Corps where shall we lay In hallow'd or unhallow'd Clay Th Unhallow'd best befits him dead Who Living from the Hallow'd fled Then in the Vestry be his Tomb Since that he made his Drinking-Room While to avoid the Common-Pray'r He soop'd off his French Pottage there But now alas near Newgate thrown E'er Tyburn could obtain his own He 's gone to sleep with Brethren blest In Baxter's Saints E'erlasting Rest A New CATCH in Praise of the Reverend BISHOPS TRue English Men Drink a good Health to the Mitre Let our Church ever flourish tho' her Enemies spight her May their Cunning and Forces no longer prevail And their Malice as well as their Arguments fail Then remember the Seven which supported our Cause As stout as our Martyrs and as just as our Laws The FAREWELL FArewell Petre farewell Cross Farewell Chester farewell Ass Farewell Peterborow farewell Tool Farewell Sunderland farewell Fool. II. Farewell Milford farewell Scot Farewell Butler farewell Sot. Farewell Roger farewell Trimmer Farewell Dreyden farewell Rhimer III. Farewell Brent farewell Villain Farewell Wright worse than Tresilian Farewell Chancellor farewell Mace Farewell Prince farewell Race IV. Farewell Queen farewell Passion Farewell King farewell Nation Farewell Priests and farewell Pope Farewell all deserve a Rope TOM TYLER Or the NURSE OLd Stories of a Tyler sing That did attempt to be a King Our Age is with a Tyler grac'd By more preposterous Planets rais'd His Cap with Jocky's matcht together Turn'd to a Beaver and a Feather His Clay transform'd to Yellow Guilt And Trowel to a Silver Hilt. His Lady from the Tiles and Bricks Kidnapp'd to Court in Coach and Six Her Arms a sucking Prince embrace Whate'er you think of Royal Race A Prince come in the Nick of Time Bless'd Dada 't is a Venial Crime That shall repair our Breach of State VVhile all the VVorld congratulate Shall like his Sire suppress the Just Raise Knaves and Fools to Place of Trust Titus and Vane who sought his Fate Tylers and Macs to Chits of State. But here unhappy Babe Alas I cannot but lament thy Case That 's Thou fed up with Rome's strong Meats Shou'd long for Milk of Heretic Teats Among the Daughters was there none VVorthy to Nurse a Monarch's Son That Thou in spight of all the Priests Shoud'st long for Milk of Heretic Brests But if thy Uncle who before VVas always right chang'd the last hour If thy undoubted Sire so sage Declar'd i' th' Evening of his Age Why shou'dst not thou Papist so soon Be a stanch Protestant e'er Noon This said the Tyler laugh'd in 's Sleeve And took his Audience of Leave The Prince who answer'd ne'er a VVord That he shou'd Travel did accord To Paris sent to learn Grimace To Swear and Damn with a Bon Grace The EXPLANATION To the Tune of Hey Boys up go we I. OUR Priests in holy Pilgrimage Quite through the Land have gon Surveying each Religious House Of Abbot Fryer and Nun The yearly Rent And full Extent Of every one they know And in whose hands Are all our Lands As ancient VVriters show II. Those Places all shall be restor'd As in short time you 'll hear I know the Man has past his VVord Of which you need not fear He did ne'er evade One Promise made Nor fail'd a friend in VVoe But when 't will be Nor I nor he Nor the Devil himself does know III. Religious Men shall hither haste Their Zeal shall make 'em run The Jesuits shall your VVives keep Chaste Each Fryer confess his Nun The Men shall Shrive The VVomen Sw ve So all shall be forgiven Your Daughters VVhore Then quit their Score And make 'em fit for Heaven IV. For Lady Abbess shall appear An old Flux'd Bawd or Punk Has F k'd and B gger'd Threescore years Talk'd Bawdy and been Drunk Religious Puns To teach the Nuns Committed to her Charge And mortifie Their Lechery As Nature does enlarge V. The Vestals all shall Virgins be That never went astray Have been train'd up Religiously The clean contrary way In Julian's Song For VVhoring long Tho' oft they 've noted bin Nature of Force VVill have its Course 'T was all but Venial Sin. VI. Your Colledges shall be our own As Vacancy does fall VVe 'll strip each Doctor of his Gown The Parsons turn out all Their Revenues great VVith pleasant Seat The Church
woes I daily wed VVho am by spitefull Foes in Triumph led They pierce my side with wounds they break my rest And snatch my sucking Children from my Breast My elder Sons inhumanely they treat My weaker ones they bubble with Deceit Thus they insult thus put me to disgrace And spit their frothy Venom in my Face My growing sorrows to compleat the more I 'm flouted by a Babylonish VVhore Put me to death they can't since Heav'n decreed I must not dye though with my Saviour bleed But humbly should in after-times succeed VVhat most my anxious Soul tormented hath Is He that should defend betrays my Faith. Thus thus abus'd I 'm to all Griefs betray'd Thus my Delights are double Sorrows made VVho e're was curb'd by such a Concubine VVho so perplext was ever grief like mine Then she bow'd down her Head and with her Tears Bedew'd the parched Earth when streight appears A Comforter by pitying Heaven sent To raise her drooping Spirits almost spent VVho when he had respectfull Homage paid In terms obliging reverently said Mother I know the cause of all thy Grief I 'm sent thy Succour and thy true Relief Thy God has heard thy Sighs thy faithfull Prayers And graciously receiv'd thy flowing Tears I 'll wipe them off I 'le rugged Grief expell And usual Joy shall in thy Count'nancedwell I 've made thy haughty Domineerers bow And own their Lives they to my bounty owe I 've foil'd them all I have disarm'd them quite They have the power to bark but not to bite To ease your pain by th' God of Heav'n I 'm sent He acts and I 'm the Honour'd Instrument Then she arose Joy smiling in her Eye And with a cheerful Voice did thus reply Thanks Gracious God thanks thou Victorious Son By whom I have my wonted Glory won Rejoyce my Sons and Hallelujahs sing Unto our Saviour our Triumphant King. For I an Anthem will compose and then We 'll sweetly sound it to our God. Amen The OBSERVATOR Or the History of Hodge as reported by some from his siding with Noll and scribling for Rome STand forth thou grand Impostor of our time The Nations Scandal Punishment and Crime Unjust Usurper of ill gotten praise Unmatch'd by all but thy lewd Brother Bays How well have you your sev'ral Gallants chose Damnably to plague the World in Verse and Prose Like two Twin Comets when you do appear We justly may suspect some danger near He lately did under correction pass Honour'd by that great hand that gave the Lash A doom too glorious for that cursed head And unproportion'd to the Life he lead But you are to a viler fate design'd To suffer by a vulgar hand like mine Wee 'l tear your Visar and unmask your shame And at each corner Gibbet up your name Expose you to the scorn of all you meet As Dogs drag grinning Cats about the Street Under usurping Noll you first began To rear your head and shew your self a Man Unpitying saw the Royal party fall And danc'd and fiddled to the Funeral Disclaim'd their interest and renounc'd their side And with the Independant straight comply'd Officious in their Service wrote for hire A brisk Crowdero in the Factious Quire Your nimble Pen on all their Errants run The Horoscope still opens to the Sun. There 't was in those unhappy days You laid foundation for designed praise By disrespect ignobly purchas'd shame And damn'd your Soul to scandalize your Name When Charles at length by Providence came in You fac'd about and quickly chang'd the Scene Tun'd to new Notes your mercenary strings Began to play Divinity of Kings Your former Master straightway is forgot Stil'd Villain Rogue Thief Murderer what not Such recompence he doth deserve to have Who for his interest durst employ a Knave Now 't was a time you thought to take your ease After such great Exploits perform'd as these Applauding to your self your own deserts You straight set up for a vain Ass of parts Resolving that the Ladies too should know What other Tricks and Gambals you could doe VVas there a skipping VVhore about the Town Or private Bawdy-house to you unknown Here for a Stallion there for a Pimp you went To doe both drud geries alike content Till fair J na B m possest your Eyes Whom you with powerful Guinea's did surprise And spent her Husbands pay betwixt her Thighs The crafty Cuckold winkt at the deceit For who e're lost he was sure to get But worse success you had with Madam C k Whom in the act her Husband took Strong Bastinado o're your shoulders laid Made you a while surcease that lecherous trade Till growing old in customary sin You with a chaster Lady did begin Whom when you found she all assaults refus'd And would not yield her self to be abus'd Down on your Knees you presently was laid And thus O Righteous Heaven devoutly pray'd Since you disdain the kind request to grant Dear Madam let me lay my hand upon 't This is the Man whose whole discourse and Tone Is Honour Justice Truth Religion Was such a godly Rascal ever known But now reform'd by indigence of Gold Your former wanton course grew slack and cold For 't was indeed at first to hot to hold Now new expedients must employ your Brain And other methods for advance of gain Something contriv'd in private touch'd the State Which made you timely think of a retreat Beyond Sea then the wretched Caitiff flies A guilty Conscience has quick sighted eyes When you return'd you fell to work amain And took up your old scribling trade again Some sorry scandal on Fanaticks thrown And viler canting upon Forty one You though sufficient to oblige the Crown Then who but you the world was all your own Now for the Church of England you declare A witty zealous Protestant appear Your secret Spies and Emissaries use To pay for false intelligence and news VVhen nam'd into Diurnals you dispence Equally void of Reason Truth and Sense Guinea's now from every quarter came To pay respect to your encreasing fame VVhile you at Sams like a grave Doctor sate Teaching the Minor Clergy how to prate Who lickt your Spittle up and then came down And shed the nasty Drivle o're the Town Ay these were blessed times and happy days When all the world conspired to your praise He who refused and would no Token send Must be traduc'd as the Dissenters Friend And that your Greatness no regard might lack You got a Knighthood chopt upon your back But something now has stopt that rapid stream And you have nothing more to say for them Your piercing Eye discovers from afar The glittering glory of some further Star Which bids you pay your adoration there Inconstant Rover whither dost thou tend VVhen will thy tedious Villanies have end VVhither at last dost thou design to goe Of which party wilt thou e're prove true To Turk or Pope to Protestant or Jew Should I here all thy Villanies recount To what
to us has given To Sing you Mass Confess each Ass And make you fit for Heaven VII Nor will we any longer wait After such Notice given Nor shall they in the Pulpits prate Or teach the way to Heaven 'T is our Province You to convince Our Arguments shall be VVithout dispute To make you mute Then Hey Boys up go we VIII Now Hereticks consider well The Game you have to play You yet may keep on this side Hell If warn'd by what we say But e'er your Lands Shall ' scape our Hands VVhich have been long our due VVe 'll Stab we 'll Shoot And Damn to boot Then Hey Boys up go you A New SONG on the Prince and Princess of ORANGE I. SInce Orange is on Brittish Land That Protestant who will not stand To him and under his Command Befriends the Romish Cause Gives all our Liberties away Our Lives to Popish Priests a prey And Magna Charta does betray The Test and Penal Laws II. Bid too Illustrious Moll appear VVe shan't have then more cause to fear From any Jesuit practice here The Lawfull Heir to cheat Then to her Highness a full Glass The Second Faith-defending Lass And to her Good Man but the Mass Let Providence defeat Packington's Pound I. WHen the Joy of all Hearts and Desire of all Eyes In whom our chief Refuge and Confidence lies The Protestant Bulwark against all Despair Has depriv'd us at once of her Self and her Heir That hopefull Young Thing Begot by a King And a Queen whose Perfections o'er all the world ring A Father whose Courage no Mortal can daunt And a Mother whose Virtue no Scandal can taint II. VVhen Jeffryes resigns up the Purse and the Mace VVhose impudent Arrogance gain'd him the place When like Lucifer thrown from the height of his pride And the Knot of his Villanies strangely unty'd From the Chancery Bawling He turns a Tarpaulin Men still catch at any thing when they are falling But to hasten his Fate before he cou'd scour He was tak'n at Wapping and sent to the Tow'r III. VVhen Confessor Petre's do's yield up the Game And proves to the worst of Religion a shame When his cheating no more o're our Reason prevails But is blasted like that of his true Prince of Wales VVhich was his Contrivance And our wise K s Connivance To establish the Papists and Protestants drive hence But their Cobweb Conception is brought to the Test And the coming of ORANGE has quite spoil'd the Jest IV. VVhen Peterborough Noted for all that 's ill VVas urg'd by his VVife to the making his VVill At the hearing which words he did stare foam roar Then broke out in Cursing and calling her VVhore And for two Hours at least His Tongue never ceas't He rail'd on Religion and damn'd the poor Priest And his friends who had hope to behold him expire Are afraid by this Bout they shall lose their desire V. Young Salisbury fam'd in this great Expedition Not for going to VVar but obtaining Commission It 's no Mystery to me if his Courage did fail When the Greatest of Monarchs himself did turn Tail So that it he took Flight VVith his betters by Night I am apt to to believe the pert Spark was i' th' right For the Papists this Maxim do every where hold To be forward in Boasting in Courage less Bold VI. Nor shou'd Bellasis Powis and Arundel throng But each in due place have his Attributes sung Yet since 't is believ'd by the strange turn of Times They 'l be call'd to account for their Treasonable Crimes VVhile the Damn'd Popish Plot Is not yet quite forgot For which the Lord Stafford went justly to Pot And to their great comfort I 'll make it appear They that gave 'em their Freedom themselves are not clear VII W. W's that Friend to the Bishops and Laws As the Devil wou'd have it espous'd the wrong Cause Now loath'd by the Commons and scorn'd by the Peers His Patent for Honour in pieces he tears Both our Britains are fool'd VVho the Laws Over-rul'd And next Parliament each will be plagu'ly School'd Then try if your Cunning can find out a Flaw To preserve you from Judgment according to Law. VIII Sir Edward Hale's Actions I shall not repeat Till by Axe or by Halter his Life he compleat Pen's History shall be related by Lobb Who has ventur'd his Neck for a Snack in the Jobb All their Priests and Confessors VVith their dumb Idol-Dressers Shall meet that Reward which is due to Transgressors And no Papist henceforth shall these Kingdoms inherit But ORANGE shall reap the Reward of his Merit FINIS