To the Tune of Cook Laurel .
1.
M O re Sacks to the Mill, here comes a fresh Wit,
That means without Mittens (as you shall see)
To handle a RUMP that's all to beshit,
Sirreverence of the Company.
2.
And let other sinners that love a whole skin,
Keep out of my reach for fear of a Stone;
For I'm like the Hang-man, who (when's hand was in)
Said he had as good truss up forty as one.
3.
First I'le tell you whence this Rump -regnant came,
When England to Faction and Schism was bent,
By means of long peace to settle the same,
Our noble King summon'd a Parliament.
4.
A Parliament which may make old men grieve,
And Children that ne're shall be born complain;
I mean such as dy'd before they did live,
Like Harrington's Rota or th' Engin of Vane .
5.
This Parliament, like a wilde skitish Tit,
Unman'd and unback'd, and unapt to obey,
Would let neither Prince, Peer, nor Prelate sit,
Yet stammel'd nos'd OLIVER smelt out a way.
6.
With Pistol and Musquet he brought the Beast under,
And aw'd it so much, and so far did prevail,
That tamely he dockt it, and (to all mens wonder)
He cast off the Colt and sadled the Tayl.
7.
Which shortly began to kick at's Command,
And restive it grew, and left its true pacing,
Which made him resolve on his own legs to stand,
And turn the RUMP out of the stable a grasing.
8.
The Red-coats, with breath like my Lady's Bumblast,
This Parliament-snuff blew twice out and in;
But North and West-winds will so out it at last,
That nought but Hell fire shall light it agen.
9.
Though now they tempt Monk with a 1000. per annum ,
In hopes that to worship, his face hee'l fall flat on;
Yet he's wise enough to resist and disdain 'em,
And cry, Get behind me, thou Bob-tail of Satan .
10.
Right pat with St. George's this Story will jump,
Poor England's the Damsel appointed for slaughter,
And Monk the St. George to kill Dragon RUMP ,
And safely restore to the King his fair Daughter.
11.
The Rump thus in grosse no more shall be plaid on,
But now I will whet my Pen (if it please ye)
To joynt it, and shew what foul parts it is made on,
God grant that our Stomachs prove not over-queasie.
12.
Here's Lenthal once Mouth to the Parliaments mind,
Though he at length acted the Fundament's part,
Whose Speech was not breaking of Silence but Winde,
And's giving the Thanks of the House, but a Fart.
13.
But many I find this Opinion are firm in,
That he has no real distemper at all,
But feigns it; and like a Prophetical Vermin,
Runs from an old House that is ready to fall.
14.
If Ludlow the state of Grace he had been in,
And kept himself safe fro' th' Committee of Safety,
For's Fathers sake, Deputy Fart he had been,
Instead of the Frost , they call Say the crafty .
15.
Next comes the Rump's Gad-fly, the Jehu -like driver,
King-abjuring ARTHUR , Sir, you (if I ken you)
O' th' Bishop's Uriah -like fall were Contriver,
To get the fair Bersheba of their Revenue.
16.
But 'twas a more carnal concupiscence,
That at Bristol -Vicaridge set you a neighing,
Which you enjoy'd and occupy'd in the sence
Which puts pretty Maids to pishing and fying.
17.
Nay you like the Trojan -Adulterer swore,
To those that once saved you from the King's Fury,
That rather than Helen of Duresm restore,
Their Troynovant in it's own ashes you'd bury.
18.
But I dare no farther his passion provoke
For fear of a prejudice which it may do me
For with his own Choller should he chance to choke,
The Hang-man in Action of Trespasse might sue me.
19.
Then have at Sir Harry the Int'rest Refiner,
Who's not of the Church, but Society of JESUS,
And can make Divinity's Self-Diviner,
And model new Heavens, and new Earths to please us.
20.
'Twas he that injected the sublimd matter
To late Lady Lambert , and she to th' Squire,
Which made him Protector, and Parliament-hater,
And to be Fift Monarch devoutly aspire.
21.
Like Grub from Sheeps tails, since the Rump doth him throw,
He'll creep to some placket of Sanctification,
And come forth a Flesh-flye next Summer, and blow
New Maggots in's Church, of more whimsical fashion.
22.
Methinks in his eyes the waters do gather,
As if the Lord Straffords Death troubled his sight;
Perhaps he repents and means (like his Father).
Ev'n in his own Garter to do his Ghost right.
23.
There goes the twice treacherous Banquerout Salloway
From Westminster Wolves , to Tow'r Lions bound,
Cause he from one Treason to another did fall away,
And will fall again, but not quite to the ground.
24.
The next is a Politick Pen-man that got-land
By's Knavery more then his Birth, and 'tis his hope
That Lambeth shall ever and ever be Scot -land,
And seat of an Arch-one, but not of a Bishop.
25.
Here's Nevil (who to be made in Scot's stead
A State-Secretary) did practise a New art,
To th' Office, (by Letters unto the House read)
He courted himself in the name of Charles Stuart .
26.
Now see with a POX where Martin comes on,
The seed of corrupt and sinfull Loyns,
Who a worthy had been, if as near Solomon
In Wisdome, as number of Concubines.
27.
If in utter darknesse there should be a failing
Of Horror, the Rump may furnish it with
Squire Fleetwood to help out the weeping and wailing,
And Sir William Brereton for gnashing of teeth.
28.
Now Mildmay , and Whitlock , and Lisle I might call in,
And Master Lord Salisbury (from Noble house
Who seems not descended, so much as down faln)
And others, which well may serve a fresh Muse.
29.
And now the Rump's set in the Salt, and Monck
Hath offer'd full fairly his own for to make it,
But finding himself by the Devil out-drunk,
He honestly cryes, Nay then let him take it .
30.
But for 'em when hence they go, (such were their follies)
Above nor beneath, there no quiet place is,
King Charles in Heaven, in Hell Tyrant NOL is,
Who (as God us'd Fleetwood ) will spit in their faces.
31.
Now mark what sweet Morsells Hell swallowed of late,
There's Cromwell , and Prideaux , and Bradshaw , and theres
He that made Old Nick (when he enter'd his Gate)
Cry, Oh my Son Pride, are you there with your Bears?
32.
And now I no longer will rake in this sink,
But shortly the RUMP is for Tyburn , and then
I'le tell you more of it; but you (as I think)
Do now stop your Noses, and I'le stop my Pen.
1.
M O re Sacks to the Mill, here comes a fresh Wit,
That means without Mittens (as you shall see)
To handle a RUMP that's all to beshit,
Sirreverence of the Company.
2.
And let other sinners that love a whole skin,
Keep out of my reach for fear of a Stone;
For I'm like the Hang-man, who (when's hand was in)
Said he had as good truss up forty as one.
3.
First I'le tell you whence this Rump -regnant came,
When England to Faction and Schism was bent,
By means of long peace to settle the same,
Our noble King summon'd a Parliament.
4.
A Parliament which may make old men grieve,
And Children that ne're shall be born complain;
I mean such as dy'd before they did live,
Like Harrington's Rota or th' Engin of Vane .
5.
This Parliament, like a wilde skitish Tit,
Unman'd and unback'd, and unapt to obey,
Would let neither Prince, Peer, nor Prelate sit,
Yet stammel'd nos'd OLIVER smelt out a way.
6.
With Pistol and Musquet he brought the Beast under,
And aw'd it so much, and so far did prevail,
That tamely he dockt it, and (to all mens wonder)
He cast off the Colt and sadled the Tayl.
7.
Which shortly began to kick at's Command,
And restive it grew, and left its true pacing,
Which made him resolve on his own legs to stand,
And turn the RUMP out of the stable a grasing.
8.
The Red-coats, with breath like my Lady's Bumblast,
This Parliament-snuff blew twice out and in;
But North and West-winds will so out it at last,
That nought but Hell fire shall light it agen.
9.
Though now they tempt Monk with a 1000. per annum ,
In hopes that to worship, his face hee'l fall flat on;
Yet he's wise enough to resist and disdain 'em,
And cry, Get behind me, thou Bob-tail of Satan .
10.
Right pat with St. George's this Story will jump,
Poor England's the Damsel appointed for slaughter,
And Monk the St. George to kill Dragon RUMP ,
And safely restore to the King his fair Daughter.
11.
The Rump thus in grosse no more shall be plaid on,
But now I will whet my Pen (if it please ye)
To joynt it, and shew what foul parts it is made on,
God grant that our Stomachs prove not over-queasie.
12.
Here's Lenthal once Mouth to the Parliaments mind,
Though he at length acted the Fundament's part,
Whose Speech was not breaking of Silence but Winde,
And's giving the Thanks of the House, but a Fart.
13.
But many I find this Opinion are firm in,
That he has no real distemper at all,
But feigns it; and like a Prophetical Vermin,
Runs from an old House that is ready to fall.
14.
If Ludlow the state of Grace he had been in,
And kept himself safe fro' th' Committee of Safety,
For's Fathers sake, Deputy Fart he had been,
Instead of the Frost , they call Say the crafty .
15.
Next comes the Rump's Gad-fly, the Jehu -like driver,
King-abjuring ARTHUR , Sir, you (if I ken you)
O' th' Bishop's Uriah -like fall were Contriver,
To get the fair Bersheba of their Revenue.
16.
But 'twas a more carnal concupiscence,
That at Bristol -Vicaridge set you a neighing,
Which you enjoy'd and occupy'd in the sence
Which puts pretty Maids to pishing and fying.
17.
Nay you like the Trojan -Adulterer swore,
To those that once saved you from the King's Fury,
That rather than Helen of Duresm restore,
Their Troynovant in it's own ashes you'd bury.
18.
But I dare no farther his passion provoke
For fear of a prejudice which it may do me
For with his own Choller should he chance to choke,
The Hang-man in Action of Trespasse might sue me.
19.
Then have at Sir Harry the Int'rest Refiner,
Who's not of the Church, but Society of JESUS,
And can make Divinity's Self-Diviner,
And model new Heavens, and new Earths to please us.
20.
'Twas he that injected the sublimd matter
To late Lady Lambert , and she to th' Squire,
Which made him Protector, and Parliament-hater,
And to be Fift Monarch devoutly aspire.
21.
Like Grub from Sheeps tails, since the Rump doth him throw,
He'll creep to some placket of Sanctification,
And come forth a Flesh-flye next Summer, and blow
New Maggots in's Church, of more whimsical fashion.
22.
Methinks in his eyes the waters do gather,
As if the Lord Straffords Death troubled his sight;
Perhaps he repents and means (like his Father).
Ev'n in his own Garter to do his Ghost right.
23.
There goes the twice treacherous Banquerout Salloway
From Westminster Wolves , to Tow'r Lions bound,
Cause he from one Treason to another did fall away,
And will fall again, but not quite to the ground.
24.
The next is a Politick Pen-man that got-land
By's Knavery more then his Birth, and 'tis his hope
That Lambeth shall ever and ever be Scot -land,
And seat of an Arch-one, but not of a Bishop.
25.
Here's Nevil (who to be made in Scot's stead
A State-Secretary) did practise a New art,
To th' Office, (by Letters unto the House read)
He courted himself in the name of Charles Stuart .
26.
Now see with a POX where Martin comes on,
The seed of corrupt and sinfull Loyns,
Who a worthy had been, if as near Solomon
In Wisdome, as number of Concubines.
27.
If in utter darknesse there should be a failing
Of Horror, the Rump may furnish it with
Squire Fleetwood to help out the weeping and wailing,
And Sir William Brereton for gnashing of teeth.
28.
Now Mildmay , and Whitlock , and Lisle I might call in,
And Master Lord Salisbury (from Noble house
Who seems not descended, so much as down faln)
And others, which well may serve a fresh Muse.
29.
And now the Rump's set in the Salt, and Monck
Hath offer'd full fairly his own for to make it,
But finding himself by the Devil out-drunk,
He honestly cryes, Nay then let him take it .
30.
But for 'em when hence they go, (such were their follies)
Above nor beneath, there no quiet place is,
King Charles in Heaven, in Hell Tyrant NOL is,
Who (as God us'd Fleetwood ) will spit in their faces.
31.
Now mark what sweet Morsells Hell swallowed of late,
There's Cromwell , and Prideaux , and Bradshaw , and theres
He that made Old Nick (when he enter'd his Gate)
Cry, Oh my Son Pride, are you there with your Bears?
32.
And now I no longer will rake in this sink,
But shortly the RUMP is for Tyburn , and then
I'le tell you more of it; but you (as I think)
Do now stop your Noses, and I'le stop my Pen.
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