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R211562 1 To drive the cold Winter away Drive the Cold Winter Away To Drive the Cold Winter Away NOw the Rump is confounded, / There's an end, of the Roundhead, And drive the cold Winter away. British Library - Luttrell Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 196 The Second Part of / Saint George for England. The Second Part of Saint George for England. ?-?

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NOw the Rump is confounded, There's an end, of the Roundhead, Who hath been such a bane to our Nation, He hath now plaid his part, And's gone out, like a fart, Together with his reformation, For by his good favour, He hath left a bad savour, But's no matter, wee'l trust Him no more; Kings and Queens may appear Once again in our Sphere, Now the Knaves are turn'd out of door. And drive the cold Winter away. Scot, Nevil, and Vane, With the rest of that train, Are into Oceana fled, Sir Arthur, the brave, That's as arrant a Knave, Has Harringtons Rota in's head, But hee's now full of cares For his Foals, and his Mares, As when he was routed before: But I think he despairs, By his Arms, or his Prayers, To set up the Rump any more. And drive the cold Winter away. I should never have thought, That a Monk could have wrought Such a reformation so soon; That House, which of late Was the Jaques of our State, Will ere long, be a House of renown; How good Wits did jump, In abusing the Rump, Whilst the House was press'd by the Rabble; But our Hercules Monk, Though it grievously stunk, Now hath cleans'd that Augaean-stable. And drive the cold Winter away. And now Mr. Prynne, With the rest may come in, And take their places again, For the House is made sweet, For those Members to meet, Though part of the Rump yet remain,
Nor need they to fear, Though his Breeehes be there, Which were wrong'd both behind and before, For he saith, 'twas a Chance, And forgive him this once, And he swears, he will do so no more. And drive the cold Winter away. 'Tis true there are some, Who are still for the Bum, Such Tares will grow up with the Wheat, And there they will be, till a Parliament come, That can give them a total defeat: But yet I am told, That the Rumpers do hold, That the Saints may swim with the tyde; Nor can it be Treason, But Scripture and reason, Still to close with the stronger side. And drive the cold Winter away. Those Lawyers 'oth House, As Baron Wild-goose, With treason, Hill, Whitlock, and Say, Were the bane of our Laws, And our Good Old Cause, And 'twere well if such were away. Some more there are to blame, Whom I care not to name, That are Men of the very same ranks, 'Mongst whom there is one, That to Devil Barebone, For his ugly Petition gave thanks. And drive the cold Winter away. But I hope by this time, Hee'l confess 'twas a crime, To abet such a damnable Crew, Whose Petition was drawn, By Alcoran Vane, Or else by Corbet the Jew: By it you may know, What the Rump meant to do, And what a Religion to frame; So 'twas time for St. George, That Rump to disgorge, And to send it from whence it first came, etc. Then drive the cold Winter away.
Funis for the Rump's Finis.