Classic Poem

1

Ring Bells! and let bone-fiers out blaze the sun!
 Let ecchoes contribute their voice!
Since now a happy settlement's begun,
 Let all things tell how all good men rejoyce
  If these sad Lands by this
  Can but obtain the blisse
Of their desired, though abused peace;
  We'l never never more
  Run mad as we have heretofore
To buy our ruine; but all strife shall cease.

2

The Cobler shall edifie us no more,
 Nor shall in divinity set any stiches,
The women we will no more hear and adore
 That preach with their husbands for the breeches
  The Fanatical tribe
  That will not subscribe,
To the orders of Church and of State,
  Shall be smother'd with the zeal
  Of their new common-weale
And no man will mind what they prate.

Chorus

We'l eat, and we'l drink, we'l dance and we'l sing,
 The Roundheads and Cave's no more shall be nam'd;
But all joyn together to make up the ring,
 And rejoyce that the many-headed dragon is tam'd
'Tis friendship and love, that can save us and arme us,
And while we all agree, their is nothing can harme us.