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A88434 The lamentation of a bad market or, The disbanded souldier. 1660 (1660) Wing L284; Thomason 669.f.25[58]; ESTC R212484 1,313 1

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The Lamentation of a Bad Market OR The Disbanded Souldier 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 us'd to do me credit with many a Sodom Harlot Have bid me all adieu most despicable Valvet 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 Hungaria in Greece and Italy and served them in all their Wars Brittain these 18 years has known my desperate slaughter I 've killed ten at one blow even in a fit of laughter Cone home again and smil'd and kiss'd my Landlords Daughter Alas poor Souldier c. My valour so prevailed meeting with my Foes Which strongly me assailed Oh! strange I wondred they were a hundred yet I routed them with few blowes This Fauchion by my side has kill'd more men I le swear it Then Ajax ever did alas he ne'er came near it Yea more then Priams Boy or all that ere did hear it Alas poor Souldier c. For King and Parliament I was a Praester John Devout was my intent I haunted Meetings used zealous greetings crept full of Devotion Smect●m●s won me first then holy Nye prevail Then Captain Kifin flops me with John of Leydons Tail Then Fox and Naylo● bangs me with Jacob Beamonds flail Alas poor Souldier c. I did about this Nation hold forth my gifts and teach Maintained the tolleration the common story and Directory I Damnd with the word Preach Time was when all Trades f●i●ed men counterfeitly zealous Turn'd Whining Snievling Pr●ters or kept a country Ale-house Gat handsom Wives turn'd Cuckolds howe're were very jealous Alas poor Souldier c. 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 we had gat Alas poor Souldier whither wilt thou march Surplice was surplisage we Voted right or wrong Within that furious Age of the Painted Glass oh 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 c. 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 c. 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 Out-landish Playes Let me in 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 c. Into the Countrey places I resolve to goe Amongst those Sun burut Faces I 'le goe to Plough or keep a Cow 't is 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 I I 't is thither and thither will I goe FINIS LONDON Printed for Charles Gustavus 1660.