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R220177 TO Christians all I greeting send, / That they may learn their souls to mend British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 99 THE / COBLERS / LAST VVill and Testament: / Or, The Lord HEWSON'S Translation. THE COBBLER'S LAST Will and Testament: Or, The Lord HEWSON'S Translation. ?-?

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I. TO Christians all I greeting send, That they may learn their souls to mend By viewing of my Cobler's End. II, First, to the New Lords I would give All, But that (like me) they're like to fall, Though Heartless Fleetwood has no Gall, III. Yet he deserves this Legacy, ROPE take you all, well may I cry, You're Murderers as well as I. IV. And will thus (Wry-neck) end your race, Since wilful Murther hath no place In the late Parliaments Act of Grace. V. My Paring-Knife I'le Lambert give, He may have use on't if he live, For's Throat as well as his Brow, I believe. VI. But Richard and Harry I have forgot, Shall I give them my Hammers? No, I wil not, For they did not strike while th' Iron was hot. VII. Vane take my Bends, and Wilks my Clue, Atkins my Hose of Saffron Hue; But Gregory saith my Clothes are his due. VIII. My Cushion wil fit Queen Dowager Cromwel, Whilst Shipton Wife's Prophecy she doth thumb-wel, In Chair of State 'twil ease her Bum-wel. IX. For Oliver thou didst set me on high, I aim'd not at it, though I winkt of an eye, Yet I wish not now to come thee nigh. X. For sure ere this thou'lt burn with thy nose, Which out of thy nosthrills brimstone throws; Would thou wert here to singe my foes.
XI. There is another Lord that's Rich, To cure the City whose fingers did itch, But onely I went thorow-stitch. XII. And yet they say I was out of my trade, When as Phlebotomy I made; Some Chirurgion to doe't, Ide better have paid. XIII. Ill-looking-death turn back thy shaft, If Charon me ore-Styx should waft, It would disgrace our Gentle-craft. XIV. Ith Good Old Cause I traded still, But in't my Lordship smelt some ill, To mend it though, prov'd past my skill. XV. Therefore to Tyburn I must ride, Although it cannot be deny'd, But that I have liv'd single-ey'd. XVI. And if my foes would do me right, They'l say, I've set the crooked streight, Why then I am a man upright. XVII. I wish the Jury find it so, John Lilburns Jury would say, no; Stitch up the Lord, let the Cobler go. XVIII. But 'tis no jesting matter I trow, For I can't laugh, although you do; Yet may make a wry-mouth, or so. XIX. Before when we debauch'd the Nation, Wee could have vouch'd our Reformation, By a day or two of Humiliation. XX. Now 'tis not currant pay, for I Have wail'd my sins, and yet they cry, Hang him, he weeps but with one eye.