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R211565 1 The Parliament sate as snugg as a Cat Down in a Bottom; The Parliament Sat as Snug as a Cat The Parliament Sat as Snug as a Cat COme buy my fine Dity / Of News from the City, British Library - Thomason Tracts Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 24: 5 The History of the Second Death / OF THE / RUMP. The History of the Second Death OF THE RUMP. ?-?

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COme buy my fine Dity Of News from the City, As it was told in Devonshire; The Pimp that wipes weekly Your Breech Politickly Sells not so much Truth in a Quire. II. Tone Kings-man, near undone With long stay in London, Last week to the Country did gallop, Where he took Cavaliers With his News by the ears, As they did the Pot to drink all--up. III. Quoth he, I once went To th' late Parliament, Whose Members (when I had seen 'em) Made me think of a Rat, That was caught by a Cat, And eat up to the Tayl, that is venom. IV. But yet to the stump Of that Poysonous Rump, Th' Old Mouth, did soder in season; And when that was done, Like a Lay-Elder Gun, It stunk at both ends of High Treason. V. The Monster did come Of mere Mouth and Bum, Most cunningly thus compacted, That if question'd it were, For Mischief done there, It might swear, 'twas by No Body acted. VI. O' th' Nature and name Of each Member that came, Should I give a full relation, You'ld guesse by the stink, That I rak't in the Sink, And Common-shore of the whole Nation. VII. Religions you might Find all there, but the right; For through the same Sieve they ran, Which Noll us'd before To sift the House 'ore, Till nothing was left but the Bran. VIII. But of those they had, Division being made By Fortune's hand (which is uncertain) Some Members got many, Some few, some not any, As Nevil complain'd, and Martin. IX. Indeed from Usurpers They freed us, and our -- Purse, And prayse of Thanks had been their hire, For taking us than Out o' th' Frying-pan, Had they not cast us into the fire. X. From Cromwell they voted A Tyrant, though rotted,
when they first footed their Game, Hee'd not let 'em tarry To prey on the Quarry, But gorged himself on the same. XI. And King Oli-ver's Sons, (Like Prince-playing Whore-sons, That on too high parts had ventur'd) They strip't with a hisse Of their State-Properties, And exeunt two Fools as they enter'd. XII. What else they do, By our Purses we knew, As well as that scribling Knave Nedham; Some good Laws they un-did, And some bad they founded, And shortned our Chain for our Freedom. XIII. To quell this fierce Monster, A Knight did anon-stir, Who wanted Arms; yet from a Waggon O' th' Pope's hee'd take none, But from Prester-John, And so St. George fell by the Dragon. XIV. Then Lambert's Wife chid him, And (like Cromwell) bid him Confound it, and mount the Throne royal, Your Weapon's as long Quoth she and as strong, My self of 'em both have made tryal. XV. He find's th' Anabaptist, For his purpose aptist, And treds the steps of Knipper Dolin, He fasts, and he prays, I'th' new canting phrase, As if heav'n were taken with drolling. XVI. Some Packs he inveagles, O'th' blood-coated Beagles, To's partie, the Rump-men did so to, And victuall'd so well, Th'adjacent fort Hell, As if they no other would go to. XVII. Little John thus did draw, Robin th'Out-law, (Good King) to try who should have thy Deer, And thus for both poysons, A quarrel did rise once Betwixt the foul Toad and the Spider. XVIII. Bold Lambert advanced, He picquier'd, and pranced, And's partie with speeches did urge on, But though he and Morley Did snarl and look surly, They cheated the De'il, and the Chirurgion. XIX. For soon the Red-coat, (Who'l not fight, but Vote) When Lamberts side stronger was found, By (at least) two foot, And a Trooper to boot,
Did let the Rump fall to the ground. XX. And with General Lenthall, The House they ore went all, Religion and Laws they ne're stood on, But sought still to hold, Ill got Land and Gold, Which first made the Old Cause a Good one. XXI. So fell th' aged sway, Of five months and a day, We yet see no heir apparent, But from scabberd pregnant, Expect Posthume regnant, If Midwife Monck kindly take care on't. XXII. The Sword-men addresse to's, Pleas, and Manifestos, Which shew 'em lesse honest than crafty, Whilst a Tyrannous crew, Our dangers renew, That's call'd a Committee of Safety. XXIII. But Fleetwood and Whitlock, (The Law's cunning Picklock) With Salloway and Vane, two prime praters, Lov'd Treason so well, That agen to't they fell, And betray'd ev'n their own fellow Traytors. XXIV. In's villany Bradshaw, Of constancy made shew, For scorning Repentance as fickle, His life he soon ended, And to Hell descended, This of my faith is an Article. XXV. Yet Politicus, (The Deill's Succubus, To teem for his commendation) Advizes us all To mourn, and we shall, Whil'st that Hell-hound yelps in our Nation. XXVI. And now Lamberts Cohorts, And Monks (which makes woe hearts) Do seem to contest, but anon, We ship-wrack't shall be, When they can agree, From what Coast the storm shall fall on. XXVII. Whilst Buff and Red-coats, Are sanctifi'd notes, Of Christ's, and his Gospel's Protectors, But 'mong themselves solely, Do they passe for Holy, As Bessus and's Swordmen for Hectors. XXVIII. They that hear'd this story, First sigh'd, and were sorry, To hear of poor Englands confusion, Then drank a full Bowl, To that Royal soul, That must settle all in conclusion. Vivat.
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