Classic Poem

Free Quarter in the North is grown so scarce,
That Lambert with all his men of Mars ,
Have submitted to kiss the Parliaments Arse ,
Which no body can deny .

If this should prove true (as we do suppose)
'Tis such a wipe as the RUMP and all's Foes
Could never give to Old Oliver's Nose,
Which no body can deny .

There's a Proverb come to my mind not unfit,
When the Head shall see the RUMP all be-shit,
Sure this must prove a most lucky hit ,
Which , &c.

There is another proverb which every Noddy ,
Will jeer the RUMP with, and cry Hoddy-doddy
Here's a Parliament all Arse and no Body,
Which , &c.

'Tis a likely matter the World will mend
When so much blood and Treasure we spend,
And yet begin at the wrong end,
Which , &c.

We have been round, and round about twirl'd
And through much sad confusion hurl'd,
And now we are got into the Arse of the World ,
Which , &c.

But 'tis not 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
With your pocky, perjur'd, damn'd old RUMP ,
Which , &c.

But what doth Rebell RUMP make here,
When their proper place (as W — P — doth swear)
Is at the Devils Arse in Derbyshire .
Which , &c.

Then thither let us send them a tilt,
For if they stay longer, they will us beguilt
With a Government that is loose in the hilt ,
Which, &c.

You'l find it set down in the Harrington's Moddle
Whose Brains a Commonwealth doth so coddle,
That 't has made a Rotation in his Noddle,
Which, &c.

'Tis a pittifull passe you men of the Sword
Have brought your selves to, that the Rump's your Lord,
And Arsie Versie must be the word,
Which, &c.

Our Powder and Shot you did freely spend,
That the Head you might from the Body rend,
And now you are at Wars with the But-end ,
Which, &c.

Old Martin and Scot have all such an itch,
That they will with the Rump try t'other twitch,
And Lenthal can grease a fat Sow in the Britch ,
Which, &c.

That's a thing would please the Butchers and Cooks,
To see this stinking Rump quite off the hooks,
And Jackdaw go to pot with the Rooks ,
Which, &c.

This froward Sir John (who the Rump did ne're fail)
Against Charles Stuart in a Speech did rail,
But men say it was without head or tayl ,
Which, &c.

Just such is the Government we live under,
Of a Parliament thrice cut in sunder;
And this hath made us the Worlds wonder,
Which, &c.

Old Noll when we talkt of Magna Charta ,
Did prophesie well we should all smart-a;
And now we have found his Rump's Magna Fart-a ,
Which, &c.

But I cannot think Monck (though a Souldier and Sloven)
To be kin to the Fiend whose feet are cloven,
Nor will creep i' th' Rumps Arse to bake in their Oven ,
Which, &c.

Then since he is coming, e'ne let him come
From the North to the South, with Sword and Drum,
To beat up the Quarters of this lewd Bum ,
Which, &c.

And now of this Rump I'le say no more,
Nor had I begun, but upon this score,
There was somethind behind , which was not before .
Which, &c.