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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
father_n	brother_n	husband_n	sister_n	17,190	5	11.3833	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A46255	London's resurrection to joy and triumph expressed in sundry shews, shapes, scenes, speeches and songs in parts celebrious to the much-meriting magistrate Sir George Waterman, knight, Lord Mayor of the city of London : at the peculiar and proper expences of the worshipful Company of Skinners / written by Tho. Jordan.	Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?; Waterman, George.	1671 (1671)	Wing J1040; ESTC R30478	10,093	24

and Countrey-man stand by and observe The Tune changeth to another Air. Oliver Room for a Lad that hath been a Guest At many an Honourable Noble Feast How comes t about That I am now left out Who lately was so eminently in request From a concealed Committee I came Oliver Faction is my Name I love as life To sow the seeds of Strife 'Twixt Father Mother Sister Brother Husband and Wife My Nature too is like my Name All peaceful Minds abhor it I put all Nations in a Flame And give them Reasons for it I deal debate In Church and State And bring all in Combustion With Low and High I can comply From Scarlet Robe to Fustian Zealous Factions I can spur With Yea and Nay and Never stir But at the Court It is my sport To do as they would ha me With Souldiers there I curse and swear The desperate word of dam-me The Roundheads and the Cavaliers I filled with falshood and fears A Cov'nant I made To further my Trade And set them together by th' ears Walks up and down Count. What vellows thick that doth so ztare Cit I wonder how he came in here Where e're he goes Conspiracy he shows Which commonly doth terminate in deadly blows Count. Let 's kick'n out Cit. A while forbear Count. I hil whipp'n till he stinks for fear Let 's stand aside And hear his begging pride He 'l utter something now which he doth use to hide Oliver It joys me much to find it hot With Brother against Brother I laugh to see how close they plot To ruine one another Small trifles are The seeds of War Copes Surplices and Rochets Formalities Will make men rise Whose heads are full of Crotchets Down with Dagon cryes the Zealot We will vanquish Pope and Prelate And then to work Like Jew and Turk Misguided by a Pigeon The 'tother stares And struts and swears He fights for his Religion Then in come the Bodkins and Whistles And Roses do Cov'nant with Thistles They fight and they die This is brave news quoth I. Coun. Zee zee how he sets up his bristles To another Tune Cit. What are you Sir that come Into this peaceful room Where Amity attends Our Loyal Citizens Oliver A Jugler that can shew State Tricks Such as were done in forty six Then follow follow me All you that factious be You that are discontent Against the Government I le bring ye amongst valiant fellows That can lead ye Count. To the Gallows Oliver If any man's ambition Dislikes his own condition Provided he be wise I le teach him how to rise I le make a Brewer with his sling To sway the Scepter of a King A failing Citizen I can make whole agen Cit. Go seek them out elsewhere There 's no such persons here Count. If zuch a work thou canst go through I hil warrant thou l't vind enough to do Oliver If any Prentice wash Away his Masters Cash In swaggering draughts of Wine That fellow shall be mine At two years old I le make him free Coun. And vit'n for the Triple Tree Tune changeth Cit. Renounce ill and leave off the Villany You did in forty six When writing and fighting did begger and kill many But now we have found your tricks Your Council nor all the bad wit is in Your scull can turn the tide You sha not nor cannot comply with a Citizen That will support your pride Their hearts now with faith and reality Are united so much unto Loyalty Love true Religion and Loyalty They to the Sovereign power do fix Your new knacks will never prevail with us They did so frequently formerly fail with us Coun. Therefore thou shalt to the Jayl with us Count. Whips kicks him Oliver Prethee forbear thy whips and kicks Tune changeth Oliver Prethee let me go fair and free I did never do hurt to thee Count. Yes you did it in vorty three When your Meazles did blunder me And if c ham not much mistaken Icham very zure t was you That did vilch my Beans and Bacon Cattel to Battel were took from Plow Ye did leave me never a Horse nor Cow Oliver Where was this Count. In Zummerset-zheer Oliv. I do confess my men were there But 't was in the time of War Where huddles and troubles were high and hot And I hope that now it is quite forgot Cit. Get thee gone away from this place Count. Or thy Tunick Iche mean to lace Oliver I will never injurious be To the City Society Cit. If I should put trust in thee I know that no man would trust me Oliver Let me stay and thou shalt see I 'le merrily cheerily drink a free And a hearty Cup to his Majesty Cit. On these terms I 'le let thee stay But yet before we drink wee 'l pray That this ascending City may By Fire or Sword know no decay Until the very very latter day Chorus Oliver Then in a Chorus of Prophetick Spirits Wee 'l sing forth her fame and her name and her merits Cit. No Cities that are shall ever compare With London fetch'd out of the flames The City of Rome shall in pilgrimage come And Tyber shall bow down to Thames Oliver No Fabricks that be are like this City For Structure and beautiful Beams Omnes Rome shall with her glory so famous in Story Make Tyber pay Tribute to Thames Exeunt In this honest innocent pleasant and amicable Recreation the Afternoon is wasted and Dinner being concluded the foot Marshal doth rally all the scattered Retinue of his Lordship and reduce them to their primitive Order as in the morning only the Pensioners instead of Javelins and Targets carry Torches for lighting his Lordship and Aldermen and the Companies in their return from Guild-hall and both bodies being once more joyned together after Dinner march up Kings-street towards Skinners-hall where the Pageant called the Wilderness makes a stand and the aforesaid Orpheus speaketh the second Speech following SPEECH My Lord THE Company on whom I wait Command me to salute you at your Gate With their fraternal hearty wishes may Your joys exceed the glory of this day May never night approach them never ill Divert them but be fair and rising still May you in Traffick no disaster know Your riches never ebb but ever flow Piety be your practice and the poor Never go empty handed from your door May you grow up in Honours seat and prove A Subject for your King and Cities love May you live centuries of years and see Your self still young in your Posterity And so your Company bids in your own right Good morrow to your Glories not good night Which ended and his Lordship entred his house all depart in order as the conveniency of night will permit and the several persons appointed to attend the service of the day take especial care to lodge the Silk-works and triumphs in some secure place till they can remove them to Skinners-hall in regard they are of some weight and the burthen of the day was heavy to the undertakers POSTSCRIPT After this Copy as I thought was perfected by the Committee and the Papers gone to the Press I was further advertised that there would be another Pageant which is a Forrest properly accommodated with several Animals Sylvans Satyrs and Wood-Nymphs sitting and stirring in very good order the Nymphs attired in various coloured Robes and in the front are two Negroes richly adorned with Oriental Pearl and Jewels mounted upon two Panthers Near to the presence of the King Queen Duke and other Beams of the Royal Family near Milk-street end is a Stage erected and fixed where the much magnified Jacob Hall and his Company express the height of their Activity in Tumbling and the like FINIS