To the Tune of,
Last Parliament sat as snug as a Cat.
I N 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 J. Presbyter grumble;
Already they tell's
Our Lead and our Bells
They'll sell, next our Churches must tumble:
This poor English Nation,
By this Generation,
Hath been grieved II 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 force,
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,
Unless 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 Gamesters 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 pull'd 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 'twas 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 and Bishops Lands,
And ruined 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 lie 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 Sophees,
Pay again for their Trophees,
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.
Last Parliament sat as snug as a Cat.
I N 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 J. Presbyter grumble;
Already they tell's
Our Lead and our Bells
They'll sell, next our Churches must tumble:
This poor English Nation,
By this Generation,
Hath been grieved II 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 force,
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,
Unless 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 Gamesters 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 pull'd 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 'twas 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 and Bishops Lands,
And ruined 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 lie 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 Sophees,
Pay again for their Trophees,
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.