Classic Poem

1

C O me you wayes
Bonny Boyes,
Of the Town ,
For now is the time or never,
Shall your fears,
Or your cares
Cast you down?
Hang your wealth,
And your health,
Get renown,
We all are undone for ever.
Now the King and the Crown
Are tumbling down,
And the Realm doth groan with disasters ,
And the scum of the land,
Are the men that command,
And our Slaves are become our Masters .

2

Now our lives
Children, wives
And Estate,
Are a prey to the lust and plunder,
To the rage
Of our age;
And the fate
Of our land
Is at hand,
'Tis too late
To tread these Vsurpers under.
First down goes the Crown ,
Then follows the Gown ,
Thus levell'd are we by the Roundhead ,
While Church and State must
Feed their Pride and their Lust ,
And the Kingdom and King confounded.

3

Shall we still
Suffer ill
And be dumb?
And let every Varlet undo us?
Shall we doubt
Of each Lowt,
That doth come,
With a voice
Like the noise
Of a Drum,
And a Sword or a Buff-coat to us?
Shall we lose our estates
By plunder and rates
To bedeck those proud upstarts that swagger ,
Rather fight for your meat,
Which these Locusts do eat,
Now every man's a beggar.
Then will we not have a King remain,
But we'l be the Realms surveyers.
So by little
And a little
We shall gain
All the Kingdom without gain-sayers.

7.

And when at the last we have conquer'd the King ,
And beaten away the Cavaleers ,
The Parliament next must the same ditty sing,
And thus we will set the State by the ears.
By their jarring
And their warring
We will bring,
Their Estates to be ours , which they think to be theirs .

8.

And thus when among us the Kingdom is shar'd,
And the People are all made Beggars like we;
A Scot will be as good as an English Leard ,
O! what a unity this will be.
As we gain it
We'l retain it
By the sweard;
And the English shall say, bonny blew-cap for me .