%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A TURN-COAT of the TIMES. / Who doth by Experience, profess and protect, / That of all profession a Turn-coat's the best. 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 07/10/2021 37183

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R234006 1 To a pleasant Tune, much in Reqnest King's Delight, The To a Pleasant Tune, Much in Reqnest AS I was walking through, / Hide-park, as I us'd to do, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 19 A TURN-COAT of the TIMES. / Who doth by Experience, profess and protect, / That of all profession a Turn-coat's the best. A TURNCOAT of the TIMES. Who doth by Experience, profess and protect, That of all profession a Turncoat's the best. ?-? E. Barnet

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AS I was walking through, Hide-park, as I us'd to do, some two or three months ago, I laid me all along, Without any fear or wrong, And listen'd unto a song: It came from a powder'd thing, As fine as a Lord or a King, he knew not that I was got so nigh, And thus began to sing. I am a turncoat knave, Although I do bear it brave, and do not shew all I have: I can with tongue and pen, Court ev[']ry sort of men, And kill 'em fast agen: With zealots I can pray, With cavileers I can play, with shop-keepers I, can cog and lye, And cozen as fast as they.
When first the wars began, And prentices lead the van, I that did set them on: When they cryed bishops down In councry, court and town. Quoth i, and have at the crown. The covenant I did take, For forms and fashion's sake: but when it would not support my plot, 'Twas like an old almanack. When independency Had superiority, I was of the same degree: When keepers did command: I then had a holy land In deans and in chapters land, But when I began to spy Protectorship drew nigh, and keepers were, thrown o're the bar, Old Oliver then cry'd I.
When sectaris got the day; I used my yea and nay, to flatter them and betray, In parliament I gat. And there a member sat To tumble down church and state, For I was a trusty trout, In all that I went about, and there we did vow, to sit till now, But Oliver turn'd us out. We put down the house of peers, We killed the cavileers, and tippled the widows tears: We sequested mens estates, And made 'em pay monthly rates, To trumpeters and their mates; Rebellion we did print, And alter'd all the mint, no knavery then was done by men, But I had a finger in't. When Charles was put to flight, Then I was at worster fight, and got a good booty by't, At that most fatal fall, I kill'd and plunder'd all, The weakest went to the wall, Whilst my merry men fell on, To pillaging I was gon, there is many thought I, will come by and by, And why should not I be one.
We triumphed like the turk, We crippled the scottish kirk, that sets us first to work: When Cromwell did but frown, They yielded every town, St. Andrew's cross went down: But when old Noll did die, And Richard his son put by, I knew not how, to guide my plough, Where now shall I be? thought I. I must confess the rump, Did put me in a dump, I knew not what would be trump, When Dick had lost the day, My gaming was at a stay, I could not tell what to play; When Monk was upon that score, I thought I would play no more, I did not think what he would be at, I ne'er was so mumpt before. But now I am at court, With men of better sort, to purchase a good report; I have the eyes and ears Of many brave noble peers, And fright the cavileers. Poor knaves they know not how, To flatter, cringe and bow. for he that is wise, and means to rise, He must be a turn-coat too.
Printed for E. Barnet, near Fleet-street.