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A89943 A new ballade, to an old tune Tom of Bedlam. 1660 (1660) Wing N574; Thomason 669.f.22[69]; ESTC R211462 1,291 1

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A NEW BALLADE To an Old Tune Tom of Bedlam MAke room for an honest Red-coat And that you'●l say's a wonder The Gun and the Blade Are his Tools and his Trade Is for Pay to Kill and Plunder Then away with the Lawes And the Good old Cause Ne'r talk o' the Rump or the Charter 'T is the Cash does the Feat All the rest's but a Cheat Without That there 's no Faith nor Quarter T is 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 is departed from it Then away c. For Rome or for Geneva For the Table or the Altar This spawn of a Vote He cares not a Groat For the Pence hee 's your Dog in a Halter Then away c. Tho' the Name of King or Bishop to Nostrils pure may be Loathsom Yet many there are That agree with the May●r That their lands are wondrous toothsom Then away c. When our Masters are Poor we Leave 'em 'T is the Golden Calf we bow too We Kill and we slay Not for Conscience but Pay Give us That we 'll fight for you too Then away c. 'T was That first turn'd the King out The Lords next then the Commons 'T was that kept up Noll Till the Devil fetch'd his Soul And then it set the Bum on 's Then away c. Drunken Dick was a Lame Protector And Fleetwood a Backslider These we serv'd as the rest But the City 's the Beast That will never cast her Rider Then away c. When the Mayor holds the Stirrop And the Shreeves cry God save your Honours Then 't is but a Jump And up goes the Rump That will spur to the Devil upon us Then away c. And now for fling at your Thimbles Your Bodkins Rings and Whistles In truck for your Toyes We 'll fit you with Boys 'T is the Doctrine of * Hugh's Epistles Then away c. When your Plate is gone and your Jewels You must be next entreated To part with your Bags And strip you to Rags And yet not think y' are cheated Then away c. The truth is the Town deserves it 'T is a Brainless Heartless Monster At a Clubb they may Bawl Or Declare at their Hall And yet at a Push not one stir Then away c. Sir Arthur vowd he 'll treat 'em Far worse than the men of Chester He 's Bold now they 're Cow'd But he was nothing so Lowd When he lay in the ditch at Lester Then away c. The Lord hath left John Lambert And the Spirit Feak's Anointed But why oh Lord Hast thou sheathed thy Sword Lo thy Saints are disappointed Then away c. Tho' 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 c. While Divines and States-men wrangle Let the Rump-ridden Nation bite on 't There are none but we That are sure to go free For the Souldier 's still in the right on 't Then away c. If our Masters w'ont supply us With Mony Food and Clothing Let the State look to 't We 'll find one that will do 't Let him Live we 'll not damn for nothing Then away with the Laws And the Good old Cause Ne'r talk o' the Rump or the Charter 'T is the Cash does the feat All the rest's but a Cheat Without That their 's no Faith nor Quarter FINIS * To the Butchers wife