Mrs. Foxe's back dore back dore As becomes a right modest man When they entred the Town they beleagur'd the Mayor And with wonderfull courage they stormed the Chair But they soon were all foul and ran very fair As if they'd been bred for the Course For the k The Bells were rung backward which alarm'd the City who came in and had beat him if he had not run away upon the noise of it Bells were rung backward as he says his prayers And his head went forward with his haste down the stairs Like a man of dispatch in the State-affairs Thank Fortune it was no worse 'T is much to be wonder'd he should leave the Rump Though his love to that end has receiv'd a Law-frump But that is his god what ever is Trump Yet his spirit now was blind Had the Rump but once fizl'd 't was the strongest side But a Fart has so routed his Troop in their pride Though infallible l Iermy's Chaplain that prays and swears and fights and lies for him in ordinary Butler was his guide That they are both blown down the wind Yet that would be thought a true m Let us shew our selves true English-men is his usuall saying English-man Let him make true Latine if he can Yet learned mens lives this Rascall will scan And when he has done it deny it This is Jermy's Forlorn when brave Jacks appear He has little of wit and lesse of fear And swears for his Colonel by the year And when he is in he will ply it When the Nation was Jaded with a m He that dranck so much Asses milk as without the Parliament's mercy he is like to be a fool for ever Quaker This Jippoe for-sooth was a great undertaker And amongst other Trades a Justice-maker n Two Iustices in Norfolk Brewer Tirrell and Gaffer Life Were made and created by his stinking breath To sit on the Bench upon Life and Death We'd as good have had a turd in our teeth VVithout any further strife I thought this Colonel would fail VVhen he was upon his Codpiece-bail He got such a flap with a Fox tail As more at large in your o Master Armiger hath the exemplification of a Verdict in a Box wherein Iermy's baudery with Foxe's wife is set forth Box Sir But now if we may believe common fame At present they say he 's fled for the same How poorly this fellow has plaid his game But let him not scape without knocks Sir Yet he is such a Coward that I dare say He neither dares fight nor yet run away And yet he 'd be glad to stand at a stay If he might but have his Quietus For tell him his basenesse but once to his face Y' are sure enough he dies on the place If he hangs not himselfe upon this disgrace 'T is One to a Thousand hee 'l beat us A New BALLAD 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 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 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 Mayor That their Lands are wondrous toothsom Then away c. When our Masters are Poor we leave 'em 'T is the Golden Calf we bow to We kill and we slay Not for Conscience but Pay Give us That wee 'l 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 a fling at your Thimbles Your Bodkins Rings and Whistles In truck for your Toyes Wee 'l fit you with Boys 'T is the Doctrine of * To the Butchers Wife 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 vow'd hee 'l treat 'm 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 Money Food and Clothing Let the State look to 't Wee 'l find one that will do 't Let him Live wee 'l not damn for nothing Then away with the Laws And the Good old Cause Ne're 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 A Relation of a Quaker that to the shame of his profession attempted to Bugger a Mare near Colchester ALl in the land of Essex Near Colchester the zealous On the side of a Bank VVas plaid such a prank As would make a Stone-horse jealous Help Woodcock Fox and Nailer For brother Green 's a Stallion Now alas what hope Of converting the Pope VVhen a Quaker turns Italian Unto our whole profession A scandall 't will be counted VVhen 't is talk'd with disdain Amongst the profane How Brother Green was mounted
c. He see Mr. Prin take a great deal of Pain To get in with the rest as Members Again But they were Voted as use-lesse as VANE VVhich no body c. They gave him a Congee with such a Vote 'T was thought they had learned it by Rote Ever since he went down to Graves end by Bote Which no body c. For all his Ceremonious Cringing He shall undergo a notable Swindging There is now no more need of his Engine Which no body c. VVhen first the English VVar began His Father was a Court Trepan And ' rose to be a Parliament Man Which no body c. So from the Father came unto the Son VVhom wo and mis'ry now do wait upon For Counselling Protector John Which no body c. A Gemini they were Pollux and Castor One was a Teacher the other a Pastor And both like R betray'd their Master Which no body c. The Devil ne're see such two Sir Harry's Such a pest'lent pair nor neer nor far is No not at the Jesuits Sorbon of Paris Which no body c. They talk't of his having a Cardinall's Hat They 'd send him as soon an Old Nun's Twat For turning in pan there was ne're such a Cat Which no body c. His dainty project of a Select Senate Is Damned for a blasphemous Tenet T' was found in the budget 't is said of Monck Bennet Which no body c. Of this State and Kingdoms he is the Bane He shall have the reward of Judas and Cain And t' was he that overthrew Charls his VVain Which no body c. Should he sit where he did with his Mischievous brain Or if any his Counsels behind do remain The house may be called the Labour in Vain VVhich no body can deny Chipps of the Old Block or Hercules cleansing the Aegaean Stable To the Tune of The Sword I. NOw you by your good leave Sirs Shall see the Rump can cleave Sirs And what Chips from this treacherous Block wil come you may conceive Sirs II. Lenthal's the first of the Lump sure A Fart and he may jump sure For both do stink and both we know are Speakers of the Rump sure III. That Mine of fraud Sir Artur His Soul for Lands will barter And if you ride to Hell in a Wayn he 's fit to make your Carter IV. Sir Harry Vane God blesse us To Popery he would presse us And for the Devill 's dinner he the Roman way would dresse us V. Harry Martin never mist-a To love the wanton twist-a And lustfull Aretine's bawdy Leaves are his Evangelist-a VI. Harry Nevill's no VVigeon His practise truly Stygian Makes it a Master-piece of wit to be of no Religion VII But my good Lord Glyn Man Pride is a deadly sinne Man Cots pluttera nails few Traitors be like you of all your kin Man VIII If saint-Saint-John be a Saint Sir He hath a Devilish Taynt Sir VVhile Straffords blood in Heavens High Court of Justice makes complaint Sir IX Doctor Palmer's all day sleeping And into his Heart ne're peeping T is ill he that neglects his own should have All-souls in keeping X Will. Bruerton's a sinner And Croyden knowes a Winner But O take heed lest he do eat the Rump all at one Dinner XI Robin Andrews is a Miser Of Coblers no despiser And could they vamp him a new head perhaps he would be wiser XII * But Baron VVild come out here Shew your Ferret face and Snout here For you being both a Fool and Knave are a Monster in the Rout here XIII Nich. Lechmere Loyalty needs still And on Weather-cocks he feeds still If Heathen Turk or Jew should come so he would change his Creed still XIIII There 's half-witted VVill. Say too A right fool in the Play too That would make a perfect Asse if he could learn to Bray too XV. Cornelius thou wert a Link-boy And born t is like in a Sink boy I 'de tell thy Knavery to the World but thy Pitch sticks in my ink Boy XVI Baron Hill was but a Valley And born scarce to an Alley But now is Lord of Taunton-Deane and thousands he can Ralley XVII But if you ask the Nation Whence came his Elevation They 'l say he was not rais'd by God but by our inundation XVIII Lord Fines he will not Mall men For he likes not Death of all men And his Heart doth go to Pit to Pat when to Battle he should call men XIX Perfidious VVhitlock Ever Hath mischief under 's Beaver And for his ends will put the World into a burning Feavour XX. Ashely Cowper knew a Reason That Treachery was in Season When at the first he turn'd his coat from Loyalty to Treason XXI And gouty Master VVallop Now thinks he hath the Ballop But though he trotted to the Rump hee 'l run away a Gallop XXII There 's Carew Rawleigh by him All good Men do defie him And they that think him not a Knave I wish they would but try him XXIII Luke Robinson that Clownado Though his heart be a Granado Yet a High-Shooe with his hands in 's Poke is his most perfect shadow XXIIII Saloway with Tobacco Inspired turn'd State Quacko And got more by his feigned zeal then by his what de' e Lack ho. XXV But VViddrington how came you there A wise man and a true there You are an Athanasius among a Knavish Crew there XXVI But Lisle is half forgotten Who oft is over shotten For just like Harp and Gridiron his Brains with Law do Cotten XXVII Lord Monson's next the Bencher Who waited with a Trencher How his tayl is jeck'd at home and abroad for he 's a feeble Wencher XXVIII We hear from Sir John Lenthal Though this gouty Lord hath spent all His Rump's plac'd wrong but 't is his face that is right fundamentall XXIX What Knaves are more to be vext Sirs You 'l here when I sing next Sirs For now my Muse is tir'd with this abominable Text Sirs Ridentem dicere verum Quid vetat A PSALM sung by the People before the Bone-Fires made in and about the City of London on the 11th of February To the Tune of Vp tails all COme let 's take the Rump And wash it at the Pump For t is now in a shitten case Nay if it hang an Arse Wee 'l pluck it down the stares And roast it at Hell for its grease Let the Divell be the Cook And the roast overlook And lick his own fingers apace For that may be born If he take it not in scorn To lick such a privy place Though we are bereft Of our Arms Spits are left Whereon the Rump we will roast Wee 'l prick it in the Tail And bast it with a Flayl Till it stink like a Cole-burnt Toast It hath lain long in brine Made by the people's eyne So 't is salt through unsavory meat Wee 'l draw it round about With Welsh Parsley and no doubt It will choak Pluto's great Dog to eat VVe
Leather 24. There 's Lawson another dag-lock of the Tail That the fire to avoid to the water did sail And in godly simplicity means as they say To manage the Stern though the Rump's out of play 25. But Overton most with wonder doth seize us By securing of Hull for no lesse than Christ Jesus Hoping as it by the story appears To be there his Lieutenant for one thousand years 26. Lord Monson Oh Venus what do you hear I little thought you were a Rumper I swear But an impotent Lord will thus far avail He will serve for a cloak to cover the tail 27. To burnish his Star Mr. Salsbury's come With the Atoms of gold that fall from the Bum Sure 't was but a Meteor for I must tell ye It smells as 't were turning to the Alderman's jelly 28. Brother Pembrook comes last and does not disdain Though despis'd by the world to bear up the train But after new lights so long he did run That they brought him to * Not Bethlehem in Iudea for he is none of the Magi. Bethlehem before they had done 29. Thus the Foxes of Sampson that carried a Brand In their tails to destroy and to burn up the Land In the flames they had kindled themselves do expire And the Dee'l give them brimstone unto their fire RUMP RAMPANT Or The sweet Old Cause in sippits Set out by Sir T. A. Perfumer to his late Highnesse To the Tune of Last Parliament sat as snugg as a Cat. IN the name of the Fiend what the Rump up agin The Delk and the good old cause If they settle agin which to think were a sin Good-night to Religion and Laws First Tithes must go down like a sprig of the Crown Although John Presbyter grumble Already they tell 's our Lead and our Bells They 'l sell next our Churches must tumble This poor English Nation by this Generation Hath been griev'd 11. years and more But in that season and not without reason They ha' thrice been turn'd out of door Which they please to call â—…orce yet themselves can do worse For this Parcel of a House Dare keep out of door thrice as many more And value the Law not a Louse First by Owl-light they met and by that light they set The reason of it mark Their acts and the light do differ quite Their deeds do best with the dark Esquire Lenthall had swore he 'd sit there no more Unlesse in with Oxen they drew him That he once might speak true they pick'd him out two Sent Pembrook and Salisbury to him When these Gamsters were pack'd the first gracious act Was for pence for their friends of the Army Who for any side fight except't be the right Sixscore thousand a month won't harm ye Yet many there be say The House is not free When I am sure of that T' one another they 're so free that the Nation do see They 're too free for us to be fat Religion they wav'd now they had us enslav'd And got us sure in their Claw They puld off their mask and set us our task Which is next to make Brick without Straw The next Act they made was for helping of Trade So they setled again the Excise Which the City must pay for ever and aye Yet might have chose had they been wise To pull down their King their plate they could bring And other precious things So that Sedgwick and Peters were no small getters By their Bodkins Thimbles and Rings But when for the good of the Nation 't was stood Half ruined and forlorn Though 't lay in their power to redeem 't in an hour Not a Citizen put out his horn They had manacled their hands with King's and Bishop's Lands And ruin'd the whole Nation So that no body cares though they and their heirs Be Cornute to the third generation May their wives on them frown but laugh and he down To any one else turn up Trump To mend the breed as I think there is need Be rid like their men by the Rump And may these wise Sophies pay again for their Trophies For I hope the Parliament means Now they ha' been at the costs to set up the posts To make them pay well for the Chains THE RUMP DOCK'T TIll it be understood What 's under Monck's hood The City dare not shew his horns Till ten days be our The Speaker's sick of the Gout And the Rump doth sit upon thorns If Monck be turn'd Scot The Rump goes to pot And the Good Old Cause will miscarry Like coals out of embers Revive the Old Members Off goes the Rump like Dick and Harry Then in come the Lords Who drew Parliament swords With Robes lined through with Ermin But Peers without Kings Are very uselesse things And their Lordships counted but Vermin Now Morley and Fagg May be put in a bagg And that doughty man Sir Arthur In despair for his Foil With Alderman Hoyle Will become a Knight of the Garter That Knave in Grain Sir Harry Vane His case than most men's is sadder There is little hope He can scape the Rope For the Rump turn'd him o're the Ladder That pretious Saint Scot Shall not be forgot According to his own desires Instead of Neck-verse He shall have writ on his Herse Here hangs one of the King's Triers Those nine sons of Mars That whipt the Rump's Arse I mean the Commanders warlick If the Rump smell too strong With hanging too long Shall serve to stuffe it with Garlick That parcell of Man In length but a span Whose wife's eggs always are addle Must quit the Life-guard As he did when skar'd By Lambert out of the saddle Lambert now may turn Florist Being come of the poorest That ever did man of the Sword The Rump lett a fart Which took away his heart And made him a Squire of a Lord. His Cheshire glory Is a pittifull story There the Saints triumph'd without Battle But now Monck and his Friers Have driven him into the Briars As he did Booth and his Cattle For the rest of the Rump Together in a lump 'T is too late to cry Peccavi Ye have sinn'd all or most Against the holy Ghost And therefore the Devill must have ye But now valiant City Whether must thy Ditty Be sung in Verse or in Prose For till the Rump stunck For fear of Monck Thy Militia durst not shew its nose Base Cowards and Knaves That first made us slaves Very Rascals from the beginning Only unto Monck's Sword The Nation must afford The Honour of bringing the King in A NEW-YEARS-GIFT For the RUMP YOu may have heard of the Politique Snout Or a Tale of a Tub with the bottom out But scarce of a Parliament in a shitten clout Which no body can deny 'T was Atkins first serv'd this Rump in with Mustard The Sawce was a compound of Courage and Custard Sr. Vane bless'd the Creature Noll snufled and Bluster'd Which no body can deny The Right was as then in
all this our courage will quail Or make the brave Sea-men to the RUMP strike sail If we can have no Head we will have no Tail Which c. Then let a Free Parliament be turn'd Trump And ne're think any longer the Nation to mump VVith your pocky perjur'd damn'd old RUMP Which c. But what doth Rebell Rump make here VVhen their proper place as VVill. Pryn doth swear Is at the Devill 's Arse in Derbyshire VVhich c. Then thither let us send them a tilt For if they stay longer they will us beguilt VVith a Government that is loose in the hilt VVhich c. You 'l find it set down in Harrington's Moddle VVhose brains a Common-wealth do so Coddle That t 'as made a Rotation in his Noddle VVhich c. 'T is a pittifull pass you men of the Sword Have brought your selves to that the Rump's your Lord And Arsie-Versie must be the word VVhich c. Our powder and shot you did freely spend That the Head you might from the Body rend And now you are at us with the But-end VVhich c. Old Martin and Scot have still such an itch That they will with the Rump try t'other twitch And Lenthal can grease a fat Sow in the Brich VVhich c. That 's a thing that would please the Butchers and Cooks To see this stinking Rump quite off the hooks And Jack-daw go to pot with the Rooks VVhich c. This forward Sir John who the Rump did ne're fail Against Charls Stewart in a speech did rail But men say it was without head or tail VVhich c. Just such is the Government we live under Of a Parliament thrice cut in sunder And this hath made us the world's wonder VVhich c. Old Noll when we talk'd of Magna Charta Did prophesie well we should all smart-a And now we have found his Rump's Magna Fart-a VVhich c. But I cann't think Monck though a Soldier and Sloven To be kin to the Fiend whose feet are cloven Nor wil creep i' th' Rump's arse to bake in their oven VVhich c. Then since he is comming e'ne let him come From the North to the South with Sword Drum To beat up the quarters of this lewd Bum VVhich c. And now of this Rump I 'le say no more Nor had I begun but upon this score There was something behind which was not befor VVhich c. A HYMNE To the Gentle-Craft Or Hewsons Lamentation To the Tune of the Blind Beggar LIsten a while to what I shall say Of a blind Cobler that 's gone astray Out of the Parliament's High way Good people pitty the blind His name you wot well is Sir John Hewson Whom I intend to set my Muse on As great a Warriour as Sir Miles Lewson Good people c. He 'd now give all the Shooes in his shop The Parliaments fury for to stop Whip Cobler like any Town-top Good people c. He hath been in many a bloody field And a successfull sword did wield But now at last is forced to yield Good people c. Oliver made him a famous Lord That he forgot his Cutting Bord But now his Thred 's twisted to a Cord Good people c. Crispin and he were neer of kin The gentle Craft have a noble Twin But he 'd give Sir Hughs bones to save his skin Good people c. Abroad and at home he hath cut many a Hide A Dog and a Bell must now be his Guide They 'l lash him smartly on the blind side Good people c. Of all his warlike valiant feats Of his Calves leather and his Neats Let him speak 'um himself when he repeats Good people c. I 'le only mention one exploit For which when he begs I le give him a Doit How he did the City vex and annoy't Good people c. He marcht into London with Red-coat and Drum During the time we had no Bum Being right for the Army as a Cow's Thum Good people c. And there he did the Prentices meet Who jeered him as he went through the street But he did them very wel-favouredly greet Good people c. Bears do agree with their own kind But he was of such a cruell mind He kild his brother Cob. before he had din'd Good people c. He strutted then like a Crow in a Gutter That no body durst once more Mutter The Capon-Citizens gan to Flutter Good people c. After he had them thus defeated To his old quarters he retreated And was by Fleetwood nobly treated Good people c. He is for this I hear Indited Though the Week before by them Invited But Wise Men say they had as good as Shited Good people c. He cares not for the Sessions a Lowse They reach not a Peer of the other House He 's frighted to see that he is a Parliament Chouse Good people c. And now he 's gone the Lord knows whether He and this Winter go together If he be caught he will loose his Leather Good people c. H 'ad best get in some Countrey-Town And company keep with Desbrow the Clown You see how the World goes up and Down Good people c. His Coach and his Horses are gone to be Lost He must vamp it and cart it and thank thee mine Host Ther 's no more to be said of an old Toast Good people c. Sing Hi Ho Hewson the State ne're went upright Since Coblers could Pray Preach Govern and Fight We shall see what they 'l do now you 'r out of Sight Good people c. Vanity of Vanities or Sir Harry Vane's Picture To the Tune of Jews Corant HAve you not seen a Barthol'mew Baby A Pageant of policy as fine as may be That 's gone to be Shown at the Mannor of Raby Which no body can deny There was never such a prostitute Sight That e're profan'd this purer Light A Hocus Pocus jugling Knight Which no body can deny He was taken for a Delphick Tripus Another doubt-resolving Oedipus But the Parliament made him a very Quibus VVhich no body c. His cunning State-tricks and Oracles His lying wonders and Miracles Are turned into Parliament Shackles VVhich no body c. Goodly great Sir Onesimus VANE The Annointed King of Saints not Reign I see all Godlinesse is not Gain VVhich no body c. John a Leyden that Munster's Jing Was a Fool and an Asse to this pretty Thing But the Parliament hated the name of a King VVhich no body c. This holy Saint hath pray'd till he wept Prophefied and Divin'd while he slept But fell in a T when aside he stept VVhich no body c. He sate late in the House so discontent With his Arms folded and his Brows bent Like Achitophel to the Parliament VVhich no body c. He durst not speak of a Concubine Nor gave more Counsell to any Design But was musing on a Hempen Line VVhich no body