Classic Poem

To the Tune of Cook Laurell .

You pitifull Rimers now be you all dumb;
Let no Dames of the Dunghill sing Ditties about
St. George and the Dragon, and little Tom Thumb ,
With Wallingford House and the Rump are worn out.
Here's an Ola Polidra so pleasant and new ,
The Tayle of the State had n'ere such a Hogooe.
With a hey down down &c .

Come listen you Cooks and learn my new Dish,
'Tis that that will fill your Guests bellyes with laughter,
Tis a meat neither made of flesh nor fish,
But will make all that tast it to lick their lips after.
Here's an Ola, &c.

First take you three Farts from the Parliament-Breech,
The head of an Onion to rubb on your Platter,
The Hums and the Ha's of Mr. Scot's speech,
Spoke twice to no purpose, and mince not the matter.
Here's an Ola, &c.

Take the Linings of Alderman Atkins his Hose,
Some oth' cobling Collonel's Shooe-makers wax,
The juyce of Tichburn's and Ireton's Toes,
'Twill settle your Stomacks, and strengthen your Backs.
Here's an Ola, &c.

If an Independent Sermon you hear,
Be sure you take all that is spoke to the Text,
Some of my Lord Pride his Zeal for a Fear,
And a Prayer by the Spirit made by that Part comes next.
Here's an Ola, &c.

Take Munsons chaste motions towards a Wench,
The Sword of the Spirit handled by Gough ,
The fear of the Judges that sate on the Bench
When the Head of this Isle by the Tayle was lopt off.
Here's an Ola, &c.

Take all the old Speaker's Honesty whole;
For if it be lessened 'twill prove little or none;
And, if you have room, you may stop up the hole
With the Knighthood and Wisedome of Sir John his son
Here's an Ola, &c.

Take one of Sir Arthur's passionate dumps,
Sir Harry Vane's Harry Vane's hearty Prayers for Monck ,
The froth of the Good Old Cause worne to the stumps.
And modest Harry Martins discourse for a Punk.
Here's an Ola, &c.

Of Publick Faith an Ounce if you can get it,
Stew'd well in an Honest Committee-mans skull,
Then with the Coales of Hugh Peter's Devotion beat it,
'Twill give all the Devills in Hell Belly full.
Here's an Ola, &c.

Take the Whites of a Puritans lifted-up eyes,
And the Saffron engendred on a Presbyters gums,
Mr. William Lillye's Astrological Lyes,
And the meditations of Salloway biting his thumbs.
Here's an Ola, &c.

Of Lambert's Religion as much as a Nut,
And of his Wive's Honesty much thereabout,
With the spirit that moveth holy Brethren to rut,
And maketh the holy Sisters hold out.
Here's an Ola, &c.

Sow it in an Exciseman's Conscience well sear'd,
And in a French-man's Codpiece 2. hours let it stew,
Then strow it o're with a Puritan's beard;
'Tis a Dish for the Devil and for his Dam too.
Here's an Ola, &c.

But then if it want a Man to say grace,
It must be done by one that's a Sinner,
An Independent Doctor just turn'd out on's place,
Must needs be most fit to give thanks for this Dinner.