%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Mad TOM a Bedlams desires of peace: or his Benedicities for distracted / Englands restauration to her wits again. Wortley, Sir Francis 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 07/21/2021 36656

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POor Tom hath been imprison'd, With strange oppressions vexed; He dares boldly say, they try'd each way, Wherewith Job was perplexed. Yet still he cries for the King for the good King, Tom loves brave confessors, But he curses those dare their King depose Committees and oppressors. Tom prayes for good King Charles, The best of Queenes, Queene Mary; Prayes the Prince may advance in safety from France, Victorious as old Harry, Those have been false to the King to the good King, All those durst dissemble, Tom smiles but to think how the Rogues will stink, And like stout Atkins tremble. Next he prayes for him in Holland, Who his keeper so deceived, Got the Speakers Passe for a pretty Lasse, And so he was received. 'Twill be great joy to the King to the good King, To hear of his safety, But he taught them a trick, at hide and seek, They think hee's plaguy crafty. Blesse the hopefull Duke of Gloster, And the Princesse royall Mary, May thee fruitfull prove, to increase his love, A Charles first, then a Harry: Blesse those have stood for the King for the good King, And the Off-spring Royall: Tom prayes heauen blesse sweet Princesse Besse, Loves none she thinks disloyall. Blesse those few Lords are honest, From the Armies Adjutators, Saints sent from heaven, to make all even, Both Church and State translators: Those stood not firm to the King to the good King, But have him forsaken, Let the Crownets they weare, and supporters should beare, Their Arms from them be taken. Blesse the reverent suffering Bishops, Each Parson, Vicar, Curate, From the Presbyter plots and subtile Scots, Whose hearts are so obdurate. Blesse those stood fast to the King to the good King, Masters, Fellows, Proctors; Pox take the fool went with his Councell of Trent, To visit Oxford Doctors.
Blesse the loyall hearted Gentry In Country, Towns, and Cities From the bane of us all (base Goldsmiths Hall) And from their close Committees. Those who were false to the King to the good King Irish, Scot, or English; Some marks may they beare or colours weare May them from us distinguish. Blesse the City from their Lord Major From close Committee treasons From those are unjust to the Cities trust From traytors watch their seasons. Now make amends to your King to your good King For you have undon him; Your coyne to the Scots, your strength and their plots Have brought these ills upon him. By poore Tom be advised As you at White-hall tryed So as stoutly call for a common hall, It cannot be denyed. Call on the States for your King for your good King. Wish them to deliver Unto justice those who the peace oppose, You strike it dead forever. Blesse us all 'tis a mad World, Tom's heart is struck with pitty To think how of late this thing call'd a State Hath wrought upon this City. 'Tis time you call for the King for the good King, Else you will be undone If the Army should bring to ruin your King, What will become of London? Blesse the valiant honest souldiers From the hands of base Commanders, From those spirits employ'd, so many destroy'd, For want of pay in Flanders. Those have been false to the King, to the good King May they ship at Dover, Thence to Rupert in France who will lead them a dance They hardly shall recover. Blesse the Printer from the Searcher And from the Houses takers. Blesse Tom from the slash; from Bridewel's lash, Blesse all poore Ballad-makers. Those who have writ for the King, for the good King Be it rime or reason, If they please but to look through Jenkins his book The'ile hardly finde it treason.
Printed, Anno Dommini, 1648.