%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Cities welcome to Colonell RICH and Colonell BAXTER, with their / solemne Invitation to the Sainted Commanders in the Army, / to come and Quarter amongst them. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/19/2021 36654

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R210768 IF we may, dare to say, / That you most welcome are, British Library - Thomason Tracts Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 11: 122 The Cities welcome to Colonell RICH and Colonell BAXTER, with their / solemne Invitation to the Sainted Commanders in the Army, / to come and Quarter amongst them. The City's welcome to Colonel RICH and Colonel BAXTER, with their solemn Invitation to the Sainted Commanders in the Army, to come and Quarter amongst them. ?-?

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IF we may, dare to say, That you most welcome are, Most holy, holy, Colonels, Great Mogulls of the Warre: Our blessed Parliament, Most wisely for you sent, Your Forces neere to draw For to keepe us in awe. For we are sure to be Your Vassailes, and your Slaves, And 'tis but Justice we confesse, That Knaves should stoop to Knaves; We were the first that strove, Such was our Zealous love, We are the last shall smart, But you shall beare a part. Therefore come with Fife and Drum, Ye Army that are Sainted, And Quarter here amongst us, We long to be acquainted: O 'twill be very brave, Free-Quarter here to have, Each house turn'd to an Inne, What wonders then begin? Hewson, we have beene to thee, E're now obliged much, For Shoes which thou hast sold us, Therefore we shall not grutch. Pride, thee we shall not jeere, Thou ever brought'st good Beere, Measure thou did'st allow, Wee'l licour thee I vow. Col. Hew- son a Sho- maker. Col. Pride sometime a Dray- man. Okey, thou hast e're now, Before we were such Noddies, Although thou stolest halfe in halfe, Made Garments for our boddies. Staines, pray be thou not mist, Who art an Alchymist, When we have spent our store, Thy Stone will helpe to more. Col. Okey a Taylor. Staines a cozening Alchymist
Watson, thee I long to see By God, and by the Hallowes, We are glad that for embating Coine, Thou lately scap'st the Gallowes. Come Lambert, there's a Crew Would be baptiz'd anew, Come with thy Troopes to Towne, Helpe Maids and Wives to drowne. Watson a Clipper. Lambert a Dipper. Oliver, we thee prefer, To guide these boyes unto us, Thou art the King of our New State, And worthy to undoe us: Thy Nose and fiery Face, Speakes thee a babe of Grace, And most regenerate, As Sack did e're create. King Cromwell. There's no such thing as CHARLES our King, We here renounce Him ever, Wee'le have no King, but thee sweet Nol, Or Tom that glorious Feather: Our houses wee'le prepare For thy brave men of Warre, Our Wives we will adorne, He's happy weares the Horne. Don't you believe we will deceive Our trust, or the least harme you, Or that we will a rising make, And then by force dis-arme you: Or that whenas you sleepe, Wee'le on your faces peepe, And for to gaine your Coats, Most wisely cut your throats. You cannot sure but be secure us that first did raise you, Who have allow'd you constant pay, And evemore did praise you: Doe you not feare to venter Amongst us for to enter, You know the Danes thriv'd well Untill the dismall Knell.
Alas you know, the case is so, We now must be content To smart for our base follies, Our Trustie Parliament (And you) have joyntly now agreed To prey on all we have, But yet by God wee'le break the rod, And fight, our goods to save. The Scottish Nation are out of fashion, You have no farther need, But Jockey is resolved To come on this side Tweed: They'l now not be content, To have their Money sent, They'l come themselves and straine, And then turne back againe. But first those men accurst, That have abus'd their King, They meane to call to an accompt For their good Governing: Say must no longer Rule, Nor Martin that same Mule, And all the Holy Flock Must taste the Chopping-block. White-hall now I know not how, Is topsie-turvey turn'd, The Thimble-makers bonney boyes Have private Mansions scorn'd: Kings Houses onely be Fit for our Souldierie, Parliament, Army, All, Are Kings in Generall. Col. Bax- ter. Come then deare Bretheren, and Fortifie the Citie, All that is in't we know is yours, Yet pray shew us some pitie; Or rather be so wise, To follow this advice, Keepe yourselves where you are, For we your Mart shall marre.
Finis. Printed in the Yeare, 1648.