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R234953 1 Cook Lorrel. Cook Lorrel Cook Lorrel. MOre sacks to the Mill, here comes a fresh Wit, / That means without Mittens (as you shall see) Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 819 THE / RUMP / Roughly but righteously handled, / In a New BALLAD: THE RUMP Roughly but righteously handled, In a New BALLAD: THE RUMP Roughly but righteously handled, In a New BALLAD: ?-?

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MOre 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 be shit, Sir reverence 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 [tr]uss up fourty as one. 3. First I'le tell you [wh]ence this Rump-regnant came, When England [to F]action and Schism was bent, By means of long peace to settle the same, Our noble [K]ing 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 Ro[t]a, and th' Engin of Vane. 5. This Parliament, like a wild skittish Tit, Unman'd and unback't, and unapt to obey, Would let neither Prince, Peer, nor Prelate sit, Yet stammell 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 dock't it, and (to all mens wonder) He cast off the Colt, and sadled the Tail: 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 Ladys Bum-blast, 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 out it agen, 9. Though now they tempt Monk with a thousand 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. Georgs this story will jump, Poor Englands 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 gross 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 your stomachs prove not over-queasie. 12. Here's Lenthall once Mouth to the Parliament's mind, Though he at length acted the Fundaments part, Whose speech was not breaking of silence, but Wind, And's giving the Thanks of the House, but a Fart. 13. 'Tis said he's now sick, and if't be the POX, I'de wish him in time his Disease to disclose, And call Dr. Ba[?]es, who's ex'lent at Nocks, Although his skil failed him in his own Nose. 14. Or let Jesuitical Pridian be got, Of whose crabbed Humors the Doctors come short all And as for Sir Walter Py[e], he had not Dy'd under his hands, had he been immortal. 15. But if his Gold-greedy Soul wil be gon Out at Postern Gate, he hath 'mong his Wayters At Cat-in-pan Pedant, the way to make known To th' General Rendezvous of all Traytors. 16. 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. 17. If Ludlow the state of Grace had been in, And kept himself safe fro' th' Committee of Safety, For's Fathers sake, Deputy Fart he had been, Instead of the Forst, they call Sey the Crafty. 18. Next comes the Rumps Gad-flye, the John-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. 19. But 'twas a more carnal concupiscence That at Bristol-Vicaridge set you a neighing, Which you enjoyd and occupyd in the sence Which puts pretty Maids to pishing and fying. 20. Nay you like the Trojan-Adulterer swore To those that once saved you from the Kings Fury, That rather then Helen of Duresm restore, Their Troynovant in its own ashes you'd burn. 21. But I dare no farther his passion provoke For fear of a prejudice which it may do me, For with his own Choler should he chance to choke, The Hang-man in Action of Trespass might sue me. 22. 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. 23. Twas he that injected the sublimed matter To late-Lady Lambert, and she to th' Squire, Which made him Protector and Parliament-hater, And to be Fift Monarch devoutly aspire. 24. Like Grub from Sheeps tayls since the Rump doth him throw, He'le 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. 25. Methinks in his eyes the Waters do gather, As if the Lord Staffords Dust troubled his sight; Perhaps he repents, and intends (like his Father) Ev'n in his own Garter to do his Ghost right. 26. There goes the twice treacherous Banquerout Sallaway From Westminster Wolves, to Tow'r Lions bound, Cause he from one Treason to another did fall away, And wil fall again, but not quite to the ground. 27. The next is a politick pen-man that got-land By's Knavery more then his birth, and 'tis his-hope That Lambeth shal ever and ever be Scot-land, And Seat of an Arch-one, but not of a bishop. 28. Here's Nevil, (who to be made in Scot's stead, A State-Secretary) did practice a New art, To th' Office, by Letters (unto the House read) He courted himself in the name of Charls Stuart. 29. Now see with a POX, where Martin comes on, The Seed of corrupt and sinful Loyns, Who a Worthy had been, if as neer Solomon In Wisdom, as number of Concubines. 30. If in utter darkness 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. 31. Now Mildmay, and Whitlock, and Lisle I might call in, And Master Lord Salesbury (from noble house, Who seems not descended, so much as down fallen) And others, which well may serve a fresh Muse. 32. And now the RUMP's set in the Salt, and Monk 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. 33. But for 'em when hence they go, (such were their follies) Above nor beneath, there no quiet place is, King Charls is in heaven, in hel tyrant NOL is, Who (as God us'd Fleetwood) wil spit in their faces. 34. Now mark what sweet Morsels Hel swallowed of late, Theres Cromwel, and Prideaux, and Bradshaw, and theres He that made Old Nick (when he enterd his Gate) Cry, Oh my Son Pride, are you there with your Bears? 35, And now I no longer wil rake in this sink, But shortly the RUMP is for Tiburn, and then Ile tel you more of it; but you (as I think) [Do now stop your Noses, and Ile stop my pen.]