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R211756 1 And a Begging we will go A-Begging We Will Go And A-Begging We Will Go OF a Famous Brewer my purpose is to tell, / Now mighty Roaring Oliver and Pride are gone to Hell, And give him more Ale and Grains: British Library - Luttrell Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 153 Colonel John Okei's / LAMENTATION, / OR A / RUMPER / CASHIERED. Colonel John Okie's LAMENTATION, OR A RUMPER CASHIERED. ?-?

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OF a Famous Brewer my purpose is to tell, Now mighty Roaring Oliver and Pride are gone to Hell, The Noble Stoker Okey that doth the rest Excel, And give him more Ale and Grains: The Rumps great Champion, the defender of the State, The Commonwealths Sir Guy o'recome by cunning Fate, Packing out of England, with the Divels Excise Rate, And give, etc. And I (quoth this John) must now bring up the Rear, And Tally the Account of our State Stinking Beer, I wish I had my complices again to help me here, And give, etc. My Trade hath had the Honour, the State to overturn, How often times did I, and Pride the House Adjourn? I know I must be hang'd for I'm too Wett to Burn, And give, etc. Yet when I think how slyly, my partners me forsooke, And never put the totall summe to Bible nor to Book, I wish the Div'l for comp'ny had Okey also took, And give, etc. Then had I spar'd my angry Corking Knife, Which I drew at th' Exchange against a Hawkers Wife, For crying against the Rump to end our gainful strife, And give, etc. They say I am indited, for Secluding of the Members, One thousand six hundred forty eight in December, Would the Inditement was rak't in my Stoake hole Embers, And give him, etc.
My slicing Irons beaten into broad swords and spears, My thick smoke did vanish into Jealousies and Fears, But now all my wash is limbeckt into Tears, And give him, etc. A Fat Tub-woman was my Goddesse great of War, My Hostesse big Bellona that lived at the starr, No matter if to Tyburn, I ride in Dray or Carr, And give him, etc. But my Dray is transformd to An Ammunition Wagon, My Horses swopt for light Nags, for service of the Dragoon, With which I overtooke the Welch, when they ran from St. Fagon, And give him, etc. My brazen impudence, now leaves me at my Copper, And that will go ere long, then I'le be bottle stopper, And then Sepulchres Bell, O how I fear that Clapper, And give him, etc. Adieu then all my Vailes, my Tilts, my Dregs and Yest, A Rump, and a Free State, shield me from an Inquest, I am not bound for Portsmouth but Tyburn in the West. And give him, etc. I'le now betake myself again unto the old Mash Tun, And with my Brewing Oares, I'le Row to Wimbleton, I Murdered Charls the Father, I may'nt endure the Son, And give him, etc. My old guile will be best, now I am stricken out 'oth Role, I'le Cunningly retreat again into my warm Stoke Hole, Sir Arthur is to find me store of Newcastle Cole. And give him more Ale and Grains.
LONDON, Printed in the year. 1660.