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R180894 1 Tom of Bedlam Tom a Bedlam Tom of Bedlam MAke room for an honest Red-coat, / (And that you'll say's a wonder) Then away with the Lawes, / And the Good old Cause, / Ne'r talk o' the Rump, or the Charter, / 'Tis the Cash does the Feat, / All the rest's but a Cheat, / Without That there's no Faith, nor Quarter. British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 68 A NEW / BALLADE, A NEW BALLAD, ?-? S. Browne

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MAke room for an honest Red-coat, (And that you'll say's a wonder) The Gun, and the Blade, Are his Tools, ------ and his Trade, Is for Pay, to Kill, and Plunder. Then away with the Lawes, And the Good old Cause, Ne'r talk o'the Rump, or the Charter, Tis the Cash does the Feat, All the rests but a Cheat, Without That there's no Faith, nor Quarter. Tis the Mark of our Coin, GOD WITH US, And the Grace of the Lord goes along with't, When the Georges are flown, Then the Cause goes down, For the Lord is departed from it. Then away, etc. For Rome, or for Geneva, For the Table, or the Altar, This spawn of a Vote, He cares not a Groat --------- For the Pence, hee's your Dog in a Halter. Then away, etc. Tho' the Name of King, or Bishop, to Nostrils pure may be Loathsom, Yet many there are, That agree with the Mayor, That their lands are wondrous toothsom. Then away, etc. When our Masters are Poor, we Leave 'em, the Golden Calf we bow too: We Kill, and we slay, Not for Conscience, but Pay; Give us That, we'll fight for you too. Then away, etc. 'Twas That first turn'd the King out; The Lords, next: then, the Commons: that kept up Noll, Till the Devil fetch'd his Soul; And then it set the Bum on's. Then away, etc. Drunken Dick was a Lame Protector, And Fleetwood a Backslider: These we serv'd as the rest, But the City's the Beast That will never cast her Rider. Then away, etc. When the Mayor holds the Stirrop, And the Shreeves cry, God speed your Honours: Then, 'tis but a Jump, And up goes the Rump, That will spur to the Devil upon us. Then away, etc.
And now for a fling at your Thimbles, Your Bodkins, Rings, and Whistles, In truck for your Toyes, We'll fit you with Boys: ('Tis the Doctrine of * Hugh's Epistles.) Then away, etc. * To the But- chers wife. When your Plate is gone, and your Jewels, You must be next entreated, To part with your Bags, And strip you to Rags, And yet not think y'are cheated. Then away, etc. The truth is, the Town deserves it; a Brainless, Heartless Monster: At a Clubb they may Bawl, Or Declare at their Hall, And yet at a Push, not one stir. Then away, etc. Sir Arthur vowd he'll treat 'em, Far worse than the men of Chester: He's Bold, now they're Cow'd, But he was nothing so Lowd When he lay in the ditch at Lester. Then away, etc. The Lord hath left John Lambert, And the Spirit, Feak's Anointed, But why oh Lord, Hast thou sheathed thy Sword? Lo, thy Saints are disappointed. Then away, etc. Tho' Sir Henry be departed: Sir John makes good the place now, And to help out the work Of the Glorious Kirk, Our Brethren march apace too. Then away, etc. While Divines, and States-men wrangle, Let the Rump-ridden Nation bite on't, That are none but we That are sure to go free, For the Souldier's still in the right on't? Then away, etc. If our Masters w'ont supply us, With Mony, Food and Clothing: Let the State look to't, We'll find one that will do't, Let him Live, ------ we'll not damn for nothing. Then away with the Laws, And the Good old Cause, Ne'r talk o'the Rump, or the Charter, Tis the Cash does the feat, All the rests but a Cheat, Without That their's no Faith, nor Quarter.
FINIS. Printed at the Hague for S. Browne.