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Dregs of drollery, or Old poetry in its ragges a full cry of hell-hounds unkennelled to go a king-catching : to the tune of Chevy-chace.
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1660
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Wing D2158; ESTC R1492
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DREGS OF DROLLERY OR OLD POETRY IN ITS RAGGES A full cry of Hell-hounds unkennelled to go a King-catching To the Tune of Chevy-Chace LONDON Printed in the year 1660. TO His most Honoured Friend and Cousin George Lord Monk Vicount Poderidge Duke of Albemarle Earl of Essex Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter Lord General of all His Majesties Forces in the three Kingdoms Master of his Horse and one of his most Honourable Privy-Council DREGS OF DROLLERY OR OLD POETRY In its Raggs c. To the Tune of Chevy-Chase 1. OF Buck-hunting and Fox-catching I have heard But th'Royal Game King-catching nere was heard of yet From the shrill Trumpet of Fame 2. Yet this unheard of drerefull sport I sadly sit and sing By Rebel Rogues acted upon As gratious as great King 3. His Judas servants first are the◠That for unrighteous wages Him shamefully into th' hands betray Of Jewish bloudy Sages 4. To him all things presented are Disordered in the Nation And therefore must a Parliament Be call'd for Reformation 5. Pembroke the wise his mouth now ope's And telleth him that he 's nigh ill And that there now remains no hope As he hath heard from Mighill 6. To sage advice his eare bow down Unless he shall prove willing Lose surely he will his triple Crown Call'd alias fifteen Shilling 7. A monstrous hand is then held forth Of one of Anak's sons With six Fingers that their design Even he may read that runs 8. And that strange antick names be not Wanting to these Dissemblers These signally must now be call'd Kimbolton and five Members 9. These on a roar the whole house set Impetuously a crying The peoples peace can't be redeem'd Without great Strafford's dying 10. Then tumults raise they such no sound Is to be heard to ring But first we will no Bishops have And then wee 'l have no King 11. And these like Bull-dogs traind indeed First fly't the Bishops head And never leave their hot pursuit Till Canterbury's dead 12. Our blessed brethren then the Scots Must come into our aid For which their love they must have Pounds Three hundred thousand paid 13. Horn'd Essex then into Regiments Divides his City power For which horn'd beasts all still shall be Upon Record i' th Tower 14. And Atkins then with his wide stretch Doth his great Horse bestraddle That of the colour of his Chain Eftsoons he makes his saddle 15. Then 's Edge-Hill-Fight where whil'st is seen Many a brave soul on the ground Stout Wharton with his Morglai keen Is in a Saw-pit found 16. With more than good speed then to 'th Town of Gloster high's our Liege And with a courage like himself Layeth to it a close Siege 17. Him after Cuckold Essex Posts And close to work he falls And with his Rams horns Josuah-like He bloweth down the City walls 18. And thence away with winged speed Getteth him into the West The King he followeth soon and chase Giveth to this Royal Beast 19. Thence to Exon come and there having chear'd His Dear and bless'd his baby To Oxon then he hasteth away With all the speed that may be 20. And now when Essex had his hire Of treason by poison paid And all his valiant traiterous acts By th'wall 〈◊〉 are laid 21. Black Tom in this curs'd Cuckolds place Being now his Oxcellence grown Tamely he hopes the King to seize But findes this great Bird flown 22. The King is now the Scottish Faith For safety forc'd to sound But basely they him deliver up For two hundred thousand pound 23. Now for 's possession to Holmeby brought One striveth to out-wit another But the Independents here 's too hard For his Presbyterian brother 24. Thence to Hampton-Court in triumph led He 's there put in t' a fright B' Horse-regiments and therefore must Away to th' Isle of Wight 25. Cowes Castles first for th' captive King Thought a convenient warde But then for more security Hurste Castle a stronger guard 26. To James then first thence Westminster Where he receives his charge From more Tertulluss's than one Whereon they boldl ' inlarge 27. Black Bradshaw then in Bloud-red-robes Old Pontius Pilate acts And passeth on our Soveraign Lord Sentence for traiterous acts 28. To White-Hall last his Royal Seat With strong guards they him bring To go forth from his Banquetting-house To an Heavenly banquetting 29. One of 's accusers Dorislaus To his place you know is gone With Hoil his Judge and what o'th'rest Becomes you 'l hear anon 30. And that all the Kings Enemies May prosper as did they All Loyal Subjects of the King I 'm sure will heart'ly pray The Wise man dyeth as the Fool Eccles 2. 16. FINIS An Hymne penned by an old Barde but set to a new Tune of a latter date When I came first to London Town and now the rather thus far exposed to publick view for that it is conceived to have something of a Prophetick Spirit in it 1. NOw Counter-march Noll and face about The time is at hand of thy fatal rout Now the Lords Anointed begins t' appear No more room for thy Saints and Idols is hear And now that these cease their phanatick noises Gods Preachers spite of thee shall lift up their voices 2. The Souldier may practice now every day To trail his Pike a funeral way No sound to be heard from the beat of the Drums But look about Oliver Rowland comes And all the notes the clarions sound Is Noll must on a dry Hill be drown'd 3. 'T is time for thee Oliver to turn Hector For General thou maist not be and Protector Look well to thy self since the people all cry Noll must a Tibur-Martyr dye And 't is their only unanimous vote An Haltar's the knife must cut Nolls throat 4. Now plaints of all sorts are entred the ears Of the Highest with Widows and Orphants tears These unto him will ne'r cease to cry Till shamefully Noll there come to dye And these such vengeance shall draw down on thine head As shall make thy Nose look Hell-fire red 5. Now Mopsa must cease to be a Queen And lye on her Parsley-bed so green And from her high surfet of courtly wishes Learn her old trade of washing the dishes And since her old Oliver's going to his place Finde out a new Traytor to regain her Grace 6. And now her Jone-ship the three Kingdoms sway Seeth that no longer she continue may That she may yet in some way be serv'd Though she nor bread nor water e're deserv'd From her new Blackhall time that she address her To her old Royal Palace of Gurmunt-Chester 7. Now Salisbury and Pembroke those two lofty Knaves That base Lenthals tamely are far baser slaves That take 't for a character of their noble strain Like Hand-men to bear up this poor Speakers train Dove Garter as those spurs shall jointly loose Whil'st Oliver's neck 's tyed up in a Noose 8. Now Pride to his Grain-tub must retire And Barksteade