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R182886 1 the Black-smith. Greensleeves the Black-smith. LEnd me your ears, not cropt, and I'le sing / Of an hideous Monster, or Parliament thing, which no body can deny. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 753 The Rump Carbonadod. Or, A New Ballad, The Rump Carbonadod. Or, A New Ballad, The Rump Carbonadod. Or, A New Ballad, ?-?

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LEnd me your ears, not cropt, and I'le sing Of an hideous Monster, or Parliament thing, That City and Country doth wofully wring, Which nobody can deny. Take care that no Sectary be in this place, For if you offend the least Babe of Grace, The Rump will be ready to flie in your face, Which nobody can deny. They fram'd a Remonstrance, to set all on fire, Which took with the People, as they did desire, And forc'd them to Covenant that they would conspire, Which nobody can deny. No sooner exalted was Essex his H[o]rn, But Gods law, and mans too, the Cuckold did scorn, To ruine our Country this Rebell was born, Which nobody can deny. Take Warwick along, if company you lack, No Admiral like an old Puritan Jack, A verier knave you can't finde in the Pack, Which nobody can deny. These arm'd with Commissions by Sea and by Land, Did send forth their Forces the King to withstand, Till of all that was good, they had soon made an hand, Which nobody can deny. In glory and wealth, we once so ab[o]unded, And were in Religion s[o] throughly grounded, That none could have shatter'd us thus but the Round-head, Which nobody can deny. Which pluck'd down the King, the Church, and the Laws, To set up an Idol, then N[i]ck-nam'd the Cause. Like Bell and Dragon, to gorge their own Mawes, Which nobody can deny. They banisht all Royallists out of the Line, And scarce could endure to hear any Divine, That would not for company cogge, lye and whine, Which nobody can deny. So frantickly zealous they were at that season, That the five rotten Members impeacht of high Treason, They guarded against all Right, Law and Reason, Which nobody can deny. Will foole was counted the worst of the twaine, Till Tom foole Lord Fairfax the Cause to maintain, His Honour and Conscience did fearefully staine, Which nobody can deny. Sir William at Run-away-downs had a bout, Which him and his Lobsters did totally rout, And his Lady the Conquerour could not help him out, Which nobody can deny. Though General Brown doe now fawn and beseech, The Caveleeres found him a blood-sucking Leech, He would seem a Convert, but he stincks of the breech, Which nobody can deny. All will confesse that Saint Oliver Cromwell, Had learn'd in his raign the three Nations to scum-well, Although it be true that he did love a Bum-well, Which nobody will deny. But young Dick and Harry, not his Heirs but his brats: As if they had lesse wit and grace than Gib-Cats, Slunk from their Commands, like a paire of drow[n]'d Rats, Which nobody can deny. The sound of a Rump, neer heard of before, In their addle pates, did so whistle and roare, That straight they betook themselves to the back doore, Which nobody can deny. When Haselrige o' the Rump brought up the rear, The Army was in such a bodily fear, That no one Commander durst ever appear, Which nobody can deny. Down goes the Publick, when Knaves usurp Power, The Rump by one Ordinance can more men devoure, Than all the great Guns shot from the Tower, Which nobody can deny. Pennington long since was broken to fitters, Yet sits with the Rump of Sects to Pig-litters; And such as come near him, he all to besquitters, Which nobody can deny. If Alderman Atkins you keep not in minde, Heele take it so ill, that hee'le flie out behinde, And make you remember with every winde, Which nobody can deny. Tichborn could preach, pray, and prate by the spirit, And Ireton little better, who rang'd like a Ferret, And Tyburn thinks long to give them their merit, Which nobody can deny. Lord Gourney was right, whom the City betraide; Now the City would be right, were the Mayor not a Jade: Till such as he be made examples, ne're look for better Trade, Which nobody can deny. Ne're did any Nation so court their own good, As we have all offer's of mercy withstood,
God's judgement on our rapine, and shedding of blood, Which nobody can deny All wise men and good, say it is a mischeivous fate, A Kingdome to turn into a popular State; Yet weele take no warning, untill it be too late. Which nobody can deny. A desperate crew of self-seeking elves, Doe wilfully force us on quicksands and shelves; This we see, yet we seek not to safeguard ourselves. Which nobody can deny. For when the poore Cits are plunder'd by force, Their grievances finde full as little remorse I'th man-beast, the Mayor, as in his great horse, Which nobody can deny The Rump yet sits brooding upon their close stoole, In labour to bring forth a Knave or a Foole; Begotten by a new Legislative Toole, Which nobody can deny. Sir Henry Vane Prince of the last modell'd rout, Was known as a traytour, both cunning and stout, Yet for being too rampant, the Rump shit him out, Which nobody can deny James Harrington knight or knave, choose you whether, For in the Rump still knight and knave go together; The times cannot mend till hee's tyed to his tether, Which nobody can deny. Harry Martin and Scot, with some thirty eight more, Are resolv'd on the question to keep us all poore, Whilest they have the power to Plunder and Whore, Which nobody can deny. Who can gain-say that it was a strong fart, Which blew the Lord Desborough back to his Cart, And taught silly Fleetwood of crying the Art? Which nobody can deny. Tis pity that Huson the Lord should have dyed, For peircing his brother, the Coblers Hide; Since the word of command came from his blinde-side, Which nobody can deny. Luke Robinson wants both his Bristles and Aule, To stitch up his lame leg, and help him to craule, Who down-right hath halted betwixt God and Baal, Which nobody can deny. The Prentices once put the troupers to flight, And the Red-coats for fear, then were ready to shite, When Lambert the Atheist march't Northward to fight, Which nobody can deny. The Greeks that sack Troy from the belly did come Of Epriis his horse; but with Musket and drum The war among us is carried on by the Bum, Which nobody can deny. Jack Presbyter struts up and down in a jump, Curtail'd on purpose for feare least the Rump Should sit on his skirts and give him a thump, Which nobody can deny. Instead of an Use of divine Consolation, The Hypocrite publish't a late Exhortation, To Trepan this poore Citie, and beggar the Nation, Which nobody can deny. For what is call'd Christian, it is no great matter, So they may but gather, they care not who scatter; They cannot be gifted unlesse they doe flatter, Which nobody can deny. Since Charls was beheaded, we h[a]ve backward gone, And now are brought even to the bare Rump-bone, Which speak's in no other but Atkinses tone, Which nobody can deny. Tis hard to say, how much these Arse-wormes doe urge us, We now need no Quack, but these Jacks, for to purge us, For resisting our Head, the tayle now doth scourge us, Which nobody can deny. Lenthall now Lords it, though the Rabble him mock In calling him Sneaker, and Speaker to the Dock, For an hundred pound more, he'ele kiss their very Nock, Which nobody can deny. And now if we crave but a Parliament Free, We are sure to feele Plunder, or Prison to see; They'le gore us, and bore us, and slaves we must be, Which nobody can deny. We are sensible now, that there is no one thing, Can full satisfaction to all Interests bring, Till in spite of all Traytors, we fetch in the King, Which nobody can deny. Monck, like the Oracle, play's fast and loose; We know not yet, whether hee's a Fox or a Goose; He had need look about him, for his neck's in a noose, Which nobody can deny. Then to Conclude this innocent Song, Least the Rump should infect you, which smelleth so strong: Old Nick bless them all, and take them e're long, Which nobody can deny.
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