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R38069 1 NONE Greensleeves YOu may have heard of the Politique Snout, / Or a tale of a Tub, with the bottom out, Which no body can deny. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 89 A NEW-YEARS-GIFT / FOR THE / RUMP. A NEW YEAR'S GIFT FOR THE RUMP. ?-?

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YOu may have heard of the Politique Snout, Or a tale of a Tub, with the bottom out, But scarce of a Parliament in a shitten clout. which nobody can deny. 'Twas Atkins first serv'd this Rump in with Mustard, The Sawce was a compound of Courage, and Custard; Sr. Vane bless'd the Creature: Noll snufled, and Bluster'd. Which nobody can deny. The Right was as then, in Old Olivers Nose, But when the Devil, of that did dispose, It Descended from thence, to the Rump, in the Cloze. Which nobody can deny. Nor is it likely there to stay long, The Retentive faculties being gone, The Juggle is stale, and Money there's none. Which nobody can deny. The Secluded Members made a Trial To Enter, but them the Rump did defy all, By the Ordinance of Self denial. Which nobody can deny. Our Politique Doctors do us Teach, That a Bloud-sucking Red-coat's as good as a Leech, To Relieve the Head, if appli'd to the Breech. Which nobody can deny. But never was such a worm as Vane; When the State scour'd last, it voided him then, Yet now he's crept into the Rump again. Which nobody can deny. Ludlows Fart, was a Phrophetique Trump: (There never was anything so Jump) 'Twas the very Type, of a vote of this Rump. Which nobody can deny. They say 'tis good Luck, when a Body rises With the Rump upward; but he that advises to Live in that Posture, is none of the wisest. Which nobody can deny. The Reason is worse, though the Rime be Untoward, When things proceed with the wrong end Forward, But they say their's sad news to the Rump, from the Nor'ward. Which nobody can deny. 'Tis a wonderfull thing the strength of that Part, At a Blast, it will take you a Team from a Cart; And Blow a mans Head away with a Fart. Which nobody can deny.
When our Brains are Sunck below the Middle, And our Consciences steer'd by the hey down-Diddle, Then things will go round without a Fiddle. Which nobody can deny. You may Order the City with a Hand Granado, Or the General with a Bastonado, But no way for a Rump like a Carbonado. Which nobody can deny. To make us as famous in Council, as Wars, Here's Lenthal, a Speaker for mine------ And Fleetwood is a man of Mars. which nobody can deny. 'Tis pitty that Nedhams Fall'n into Disgrace, For he Orders a Bumme with a marvellous Grace, And ought to attend the Rump by his Place. Which nobody can deny. Yet this in spight of all Disasters, Although he hath Broken the Heads of his Masters, 'Tis still his Professien, to give 'em all Plasters. Which nobody can deny. Let em cry down the Pope, till their Throats are sore, Their design was to bring him in at the Back-door: For the Rump ha's a mind to the scarlet whore. Which nobody can deny. And this is a Truth at all hands confest, However unskilfull in any of the rest, The Rump speaks the Language of the Beast. Which nobody can deny. They talk that Lambert is like to be try'd For Treason, and Buggerie beside, Because that he did the Rump bestride. Which nobodie can deny. The Rump's an old storie, if well understood, 'Tis a thing dress'd up in a Parliaments Hood, And like't, but the Tayl stands where the Head should. Which nobodie can deny. 'Twould make a man scratch, where it does not itch, To see forty Fools Heads in one Politique Breech, And That, ---Hugging the Nation as the Devil did the witch. Which nobodie can deny. From rotten Members preserve our Wives: From the mercie of a Rump, our Estates and our Lives: For they must needs go, whom the Devil Drives. Which nobodie can deny.
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