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R229155 2 NONE Packington's Pound NONE From Hunger and Cold COme buy my new Ballad, / I hav't in my Wallet, 'Twas made of a Cloak that fell out with a Gown, / That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 8 The Tyrannical Usurpation / OF THE / INDEPENDENT CLOAK / OVER THE / EPISCOPAL GOWN. The Tyrannical Usurpation OF THE INDEPENDENT CLOAK OVER THE EPISCOPAL GOWN. ?-? Gideon Andrews

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COme buy my new Ballad, I hav't in my Wallet, But it will not I fear me please every Pallat; Then mark what ensueth, I swear by my youth, That every Line in my Ballad is truth, A Ballad of wit, and a Ballad of worth, It is newly Printed, and newly come forth; made of a Cloak that fell out with a Gown, That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown. Ile tell you in brief A story of grief, That hapned when Cloak was Commander in Chief: It tore Common Prayers, Imprison'd Lord Mayors, In one day it voted down Prelates and Playes, It made people perjur'd in point of Obedience, The Covenant outed the Oath of Allegiance. Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down, That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown. It was a Black Cloak, In good time bee't spoke, That kill'd many thousands, but never struck stroak, With Hatchet and Rope, The Forlorn Hope Did joyn with the Devil to pull down the Pope. It set all the Sects in the City to work, And rather then fail, 'twould have brought in the Turk. Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down, That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown. It seiz'd on the Tower-Guns, Those fierce Demigorgons, It brought in the Bagpipes, and pull'd down the Organs. The Pulpits did smoak, The Churches did Choak: And all our Religion was turned to Cloak: It brought in Lay-Elders could not write nor read; It set Publick Faith up, and pull'd down the Creed. Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down, That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown. The pious Impostor Such Fury did foster, It left us no Peny, nor no Pater noster. It threw to the ground Ten Commandments down, And set up twice twenty times ten of his own. He Routed the King, and the Kings servants Menial, And set up a power of Traytors Triennial. Then let us endeavour to throw the Cloak down, That cox'd all the Kingdom, and cozen'd the Crown.
To blind peoples eyes, This Cloak was so wise, It took down Ship-money, and set up Excise. Men brought in their Plate, For Reasons of State, And gave to Tom Trumpeter and his Mate: In Pamphlets it writ many specious Epistles, To cozen poor Wenches of Bodkins and Whistles. Then let us endeavour to pull this Cloak down, That cheated the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown. In Pulpits it moved, And was much approved, For crying, Fight out the Lords Battels Beloved. It Bobtail'd the Crown, Put Prelacy down. It trode on the Miter to reach at the Crown; And into the Field it an Army did bring, To aime at the Council, and shoot at the King. Then let us endeavour to pull this Cloak down, That cheated the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown. It raised up States; Whose politick Pates Do now keep their Quarters on our City Gates. To Father and Mother, To Sister and Brother, It gave out Commission to kill one another. They took up mens Horses at very low Rates, And plundred our Goods to secure our Estates. Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down, That crampt all the Kingdom, and catcht at the Crown. This Cloak did proceed To a damnable Deed, And made the best Mirrour of Majesty bleed. Though he did not doo't, He set it on foot, In Raising and Calling his Journeymen to't. For never had come such a Bloudy Disaster, If Cloak had not first drawn a Sword on his Master. Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down, That crampt all the Kingdom, and catcht at the Crown. Though some of them went home By sorrowful sentence, This Lofty Long Cloak is not mov'd to Repentance: But he and his men Twenty thousand times ten Are Plotting to do their Tricks over again. But let this proud Cloak to Authority stoop, Or Dun will provide him a Button and Loop. For we will endeavour to pull this Cloak down, That lately did sever the Head from the Crown.
LONDON, Printed for Gideon Andrews. 1663.