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R210255 1 Cooke Lorrell Cook Lorrel Cook Lorrel SIR Mayor invites his Highnesse his guest / And bids him to Grocers-Hall to dinner, With a ran tan the Devil is dead. British Library - Thomason Tracts Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 27: 7 THE / CITIES FEAST / TO THE / LORD PROTECTOR. THE CITY'S FEAST TO THE LORD PROTECTOR. ?-? Henry Marsh

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SIR Mayor invites his Highnesse his guest And bids him to Grocers-Hall to dinner, There never was Saint at so great a Feast Provided him at the Charge of a Sinner. With a ran tan the Devil is dead. And what was the day do you think, without jesting, Of all the year it was Ash wednesday This pious Reformer set apart for his Feasting, When all good Christians should fast and pray. With a ran tan the Devil is dead. The Souldiers in clusters throng'd for place, To see this Monster of their own making, And said it was a Protectors grace, But that it wanted not much of A King. With a ran tan the Devil is dead. The Bucks of the City in herds were met, And were paled in with a very good fence, But what their Doe's did, I cannot tell yet, Of that ye may here three quarters hence. With a ran tan the Devil is dead. With that the Recorder marcht up to the Hall With a dish of divinity drest for his pallate, And laid before him a shoulder of Saul, With a savory simily by for a salate With a ran tan the Devil is dead. His Highness commanded to lay it by, Twas fit for his people hee'd make it known, And they should have it, good reason why, For they wanted more shoulders than their own. With a ran tan the Devil is dead. A dish of Delinquents heads in a Charger Was sent as a present from Goldsmiths-Hall, He wisht his stomak ten times larger, Yet made a long neck and poach'd them all. With a ran tan the Devil is dead.
A Prelate was next, and to him he buckles, With a Bishoprick truss'd before and behinde, His Highness was in with him up to the knuckles, And to his own kitchin the skuers assign'd. With a ran tan the Devil is dead. His Highness then call'd for a boule of Canary, And drank so deep that it made him reel, He toss'd it to Lambert, and Lambert to Harry, And Harry to the Mayor, and the Mayor to Steel. With a ran tan the Devil is dead. When dinner was ended, away to the banquet, Where snatching of Sugar-plums one from another, Hal fill'd up his pockets, and said God be thanked, And carried them home to his Lady-mother. With a ran tan the Devil is dead. Then His Highness commanded the Mayor to kneel, The Beast of the City was soon on his knees, He made him a Knight with Iron and steel, And bid him rise up, and pay him his fees. With a ran tan the Devil is dead. Up rose my Lords worship and made him a leg, With that the Knight-maker did give him the Sword, His Highness did spice him without a nutmeg, When he made a bad Knight of a pitifull Lord. With a ran tan the Devil is dead. When he left the City he broke a jest. His words were pithy, and Ile repeat them, Farewell (quoth his Highness) thou spurgall'd beast, Fools make the feasts, and wise men eat them.
FINIS. MARCHEMOUNT NEEDHAM. LONDON, Printed for Henry Marsh at the Princes Armes in Chancery-lane. 1661.