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R212082 WHat shall I doe; I am cast out of doore, / In Church, nor Chappell, I must come no more: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 180189 LONDONS Warning-Peece, / BEING, / The Common-Prayers Complaint. LONDONS Warning-Peece, BEING, The Common-Prayers Complaint. LONDON'S Warning Piece, BEING, The Common Prayer's Complaint. Printer STEPHEN BUCKLEY 1643-1643

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WHat shall I doe; I am cast out of doore, In Church, nor Chappell, I must come no more: For I am calld plain Popery, by those, That by the Spirit, Prayers doe compose; Such are the men your Round-heads dote upon, That can make prayers, of an houre long: That sigh, and sob, with making many faces, And these are men, preferrd in good mens places. Fy, fy, I am ashamed to see these dayes, Where none but such as by th Spirit prayes, Regarded are; for now adayes they cry, Down all, that will not with the times comply. So impudent they are, the Church they call A den of Theeves, yea and th house of Ball: Th had rather preach in Barnes, in Tubs, and Stables, For there they can repeat their lyes and fables: But Parliament look toot, or else weel come Gainst them and you at dreadfull day of doome: You chosen were as Fathers of the land, Thinking for King and Kingdom you would stand, Maintaining our Religion, as it stood In th best Reformers time, that ere were good. Stablishd I was by Orthodox Devines, But Pim, and th rest to contrary inclines, They think theyre wiser then our Fathers were, And yet will coozen, lye, and cheat, and sweare: But twas not so in that Queenes dayes, whose fame To th world is spread, Elizabeth by name: There never was such Schisms, such sects as now, Preaching in tubs, Green, Spencer, Hunt and How. No, not so much as one man durst be seen To contradict the sayings of the Queen: Much lesse to take up Armes, for to Rebell, And Parliament to count this doing well; No marvell tis that gainst me they doe rise, When as they doe our Gratious King despise: Yea, base Mecannicks, that doe preach in tubs, Did come to th Court with swords, and staves, & clubs, And did annoy CHARLES, our most gracious King, Day after day they came but did not bring Petitions in their hands) for to implore, But Brazen facd they came to White-hall doore; At which affront our King seemd discontent, And thought not little that his Parliament Should slight him so, as not to take a course With base Mechanicks as did sweare, nay worse, Yea, speak high Treason gainst our royall King, Which he did hear, yet twas counted nothing: His Majestie seeing himself so slighted, Abusd by base Mechanicks, and not righted, White hall he left, to Hampton Court he went, Being filld with sorrow, grief and discontent, To think that having reignd so long in peace, This happy Peace should now begin to cease, And Civill Warre amongst our selves begin: O what an age is this we now live in, That Subjects now against their Prince must warre, Yea, and themselves at first begin to jarre: For they began an Army for to raise, Five members twas, beet spoken to their praise.
Pim, he began to set it first on foot, And Stroud, and Hampden both apployd them toot, An Army must be raisd, or weere undon, The land with Popery will soon be ore run, Come sayes Kimbolton, lets not make delay, Lets raise Ten Thousand men, and send away, Brave Essex wee will make our Generall, And to the Souldiers weel be liberall, Scarfs, Swords, and money then they had great store, Great heaps of money, and of Plate, nay more Then for the present they could well dispose, But whats become of all that now, God knowes, The Army being raisd, away they bent, To meet our Soveraigne with full intent, To kill and slay all those that took his part, But yet you see it was beyond their art; For I am sure they have been often bangd, And in the end I think they will be hangd. What! take up arms against your gracious King! This is a horrid and a Heathenish thing. Stay, cry you mercy: CHARLES is no longer King, King Pim it is, the Round-heads would have him: Their Zeal is set all on a burning fire, That none a happy Union doth desire: See how the rage of this great factious crew, Are bent gainst kingdoms three, all to undoe, Such plunderings, and such pillaging, nay stay, Is theeving, though Malignant carryt away: One robs another, for to make himselfe, And hoards in baggs and trunks this cursed pelfe. Well Londoners, Let no more money goe, Be now a friend to CHARLES, and not a foe, Foresee how he doth prosper in his way, Scarse once in twice that you have got the day; Brave Bristolls taken, Glocester now is shaking, Gainsbrough forsaken, Exceter is quaking: Weel now submit, and joyn at last for peace, That this unhappy Civill Warre may cease: Then CHARLES toos Crown may be receivd with joy, So weel triumph, and sing, Vive la roy. O Yes, O yes, O yes. If any man have found Law in a Declaration, That strayed from Westminster after a strange fashion, Since the Fifteenth of November twas not seen in this Nation: Let him bring news unto Pim, he shall have thanks in a Narration. O Yes, O yes, O yes. If any man hath found Sir John Hotham, or shall, Who hath lost himself in the keeping of Hull, And now strayed away, by an Order thats Null, If the Parliament will not have him, his Majestie will. God save the King. O yes. O yes, O yes, If any man hath lost any money or plate, There was a great deale took up at Gulid-Hall of late, Let them shew the marks ont, now its melted, abate Onely the keeping, and by Publick Faith ye shall hate. God save the King lets all sing.
LONDONS SACRIFICE, WIll nothing serve? will nothing else suffice For Englands Peace? No other Sacrifice? Isaacks demanded: Issack is denide, Our Righteous Abrams they will not confide: Though prompted by their own Indeavor came, To rescue Zealous Isaack with a Ramme, If neither Isaack nor the Ram can doe, The Devill take both, Ram, and Isaack too.
Finis. YORKE, Printed by STEPHEN BUCKLEY. 1643.