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A28446 The Sale of Esau's birth-right, or, The New Buckingham ballad to the tune of the London gentlewoman, or Little Peggey Ramsey. Blount, Charles, 1654-1693. 1679 (1679) Wing B3315; ESTC R30837 1,392 1

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The Sale of Esau's Birth-right Or the New Buckingham Ballad To the Tune of the London Gentlewoman or Little Peggey Ramsey A Wondrous Tale I will relate The like was never told you Of English men that England hate The Town of Bucks has sold you To serve in Parliament they chose Two men I fear to name them For if I did you would suppose I told a Lye to shame them That Beef and Ale should yet prevail You need no longer wonder For men of wit must still submit To Fools of greater number The D the Pope and Tyranny Need never fear a Down-fall For Tiege and Wakeman both would be Elected for a Town-hall These Loyal men of Buckingham True only to their Purses Would sell the Crown t' Inrich the Town And laugh at all your Curses When they have sin'd and damn'd their souls Or to the Devil gave them Their friend the Pope in him they hope VVell knowing he can save them If Sc s would take off Oats's head He need not fear succeeding But send him down unto this Town He soon might see him bleeding Of Thirteen men there are but Six VVho do not merit Hemp-well The other seven play their Tricks For L and T The Father is a Reprobate And yet the Son 's Elected The Gawdy Youth comes down in State And must not be rejected Our prating Knight doth owe his Call To Timber and his Lady Though one goes longer with Town-hall Then t'other with her Baby These men do to their choosing trudge With all the speed that can be And make the Son the Father's Judge To save great Tom of D The Bailiff is so mad a Spark Though lives by Tanning Leather That for a Load of Temple's Bark He 'd Sacrifice his Father His Horns do shine his Wife kept fine All men would blame him had he Not made him stand whose helping hand Must make him be a Daddy He huffs and rants and calls to Hall But will not give men warning When drunk o're night he takes delight To play the Rogue i' th' morning Next comes the Barber who will do Whatever you desire him He for a Groat will cut your Throat A Lowsie perjur'd hireling God damn and rot his Arm he cries And swears like any Lover For to be true to three in two Poor Iudas younger Brother Of late he huff'd and drank with Lords But since a sad Disaster Hath summon'd him to Wash and Trim A Rev'rend Owl his Master Another he hath kiss'd a hand Which puts him in a Rapture So have I known a Miss o' th' Town Adore the Fopp that Clapt her Since kissing hands can so prevail There 's no man need want Riches If they 'l be kind and come behind They 're welcome to our Breeches Thus Buckingham hath led the way To Popery and sorrow Those seven Knaves who make us slaves Would sell their God to morrow A List of those who Voted for their King and Country Protestant Religion and Sir P. T Mr. Rogers Draper Mr. Brown Gent. Mr. Mason Apothecary Mr. Eversay Draper Mr. Robinson Laceman Mr. Walter Arnot Ironmonger Honest men and True be not weary of Well-doing Mr. William Hartly was absent at the Election nor was there any need of his Company Those who Voted for the L d. L for the E. of D for Popery and for their Town-hall George Dincer Tanner and Bayliff Thomas Sheen Farmer Pellam Sandwell Maulster Henry Hayward Knight of the Post and Shaver in Ordinary to her Excellency Madgl Owlet Stevens Maulster George Carter Baker Good Lord deliver us from Those who Voted for Sir R. T. his Timber Chimny-mony and Court were the same with the L. L s. not worth ☞ The Charter of this Town was given them by Queen Mary for their good Service in the propagation of Popery Therefore to give the Devil his due they are but true to the old Cause