I thanke you twice: / Or, The City Courting their own ruine, / Thank the Parliament twice, for their treble / undoing.

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R224258 THe Hierarchy is out of date, / Our Monarchy was sick of late, Oh God a mercy Parliament. [with variation] British Library - Thomason Tracts Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 11: 71 I thanke you twice: / Or, The City Courting their own ruine, / Thank the Parliament twice, for their treble / undoing. I thank you twice: Or, The City Courting their own ruin, Thank the Parliament twice, for their treble undoing. ?-?

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THe Hierarchy is out of date, Our Monarchy was sick of late, But now 'tis growne to an excellent state, Oh God a mercy Parliament. The Teachers know not what to say, The Prentices have leave to play; The people have all forgoten to pray, Still God a mercy Parliament. The Roundhead, and the Cavalier Have fought it out almost seven yeare, And yet (methinks) they are never the neere, Oh God etc. The Gentry are sequestred all, Our Wives you find at Goldsmiths Hall, For there they meet with the Divell and all, Still God etc. The Parliament are growne to that heigth, They care not a pin what his Majesty saith, And they pay all their debts with the publique faith, Oh God etc. Though all wee had heere, is brought to nought, In Ireland wee have whole Lordships bought, And there we shall one day be rich, 'tis thought, Still God a mercy etc. We must forsake our Father and Mother, And for the state, undoe our owne brother, And never leave murthering of one another, Oh God etc. Now the King is caught, and the Devill is dead, Fairefax must be disbanded, Or else he may chance to be Hothamed, Still God etc. They have made King Charles a glorious King, He was told (long agoe) of such a thing, Now he, and his Subjects have reason to sing, Oh God a mercy Parliament.

Mr. Finis. Mr. An. Dom, 1647.