Classic Poem

T H e world is now turn'd upside-down,
'Tis thought K. Charles will keep his Crown,
The Roundheads now shall all be put down,
And alas poor Parliament now, now, now.

Prince Rupert made fair work t'other day,
He kild all the Troopers that durst to stay,
The rest he kild, their Horses running away:
And alas poor Parliament now, now, now.

And Essex his hornes hung so in his light,
Alas poor Cuckold, he could not see to fight,
And both Houses they were all ready to — —
And alas poor Parliament now, now, now.

Then send for W — — — and give him good pay,
He'le hoise up his Sayles and carry you away,
In hopes you'le stand his Friend another day:
And alas poor Parliament now, now, now.