I had thought to have given them once
To fome black-fmith for his forge;
But now I have confidered on't,

They are confecrate to the church:
So I'ell give them unto fome quire,
They will make the big organs roar,
And the little pipes to fqueeke higher,
Than ever they could before.

Says old Simon, &c.

Here's a couple of ftools for fale,
One's fquare, and t'other is round;
Betwixt them both the tail

Of the RUMP fell unto the ground.
Will you buy the states council - table,
Which was made of the good wain Scot?
The frame was a tottering Babel

To uphold the Independent plot.

Says old Simon, &c.

Here's the beefom of Reformation,

Which fhould have made clean the floor, But it fwept the wealth out of the nation,

`And left us dirt good store.

Will you buy the states spinning-wheel,
Which spun for the ropers trade?

But better it had stood still,

For now it has fpun a fair thread.
Says old Simon, &c.

Here's a very good clyfter-pipe,

Which was made of a butcher's stump, And often-times it hath been whip'd, After curing the colds of the RUMP.

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Here's a lump of Pilgrims - Salve,

Which once was a juftice of peace,

Who Noll and the Devil did serve;
But now it is come to this.

Says old Simon, &c.

Here's a roll of the states tobacco,
If any good fellow will take it;

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No Virginia had ee'r fuch a smack-o,

And I'll tell you how they did make it:

'Tis th' Engagement, and Covenant cookt

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Up with the Abjuration oath;

And many of them, that have taok't,
Complain it was foul in the mouth.
Says old Simon, &c.

And here's the trunk-hofe of the RUMP,

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And their fair diffembling cloak,

And a Prefbyterian jump,

With an independent smock.

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Will you buy a confcience oft turn'd,
Which ferv'd the high-court of justice,
And stretch'd until England it mourn'd?
But hell will buy that if the worst is.
Here's Joan Cromwell's kitching-ftuff tub,
Wherein is the fat of the Rumpers,
With which old noll's horns fhe did rub,
When he was got drunk with false bumpers.
Says old Simon, &c.

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When the old wives upon their good troth,
Lent thimbles to ruine the nation.
Here's Dick Cromwell's Protectorship,
And here are Lambert's commiffions,
And here is Hugh Peters his scrip

Cramm'd with the tumultuous Petitions.
Says old Simon, &c.

And here are old Noll's brewing veffels,
And here are his dray. and his flings;
Here are Hewfon's awl, and his bristles;
With diverse other odd things:
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Ver. 94. See Grey's Hudibras Pt. 1. Cant 2. ver. 570. &c. Ver. 100. 102. Cromwell had in his younger years follo wed the brewing trade at Huntingdon. Col. Hewson is faid to have been originally a cobler.

And what is the price doth belong

To all these matters before ye?

I'll fell them all for an old fong,
And fo I do end my story.

Says old Simon, &c.

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XIX.

OLD TOM OF BEDLAM.

MAD SONG THE FIRST.

It is worth attention, that the English have more Songs and ballads on the Subject of madneß, than any of their neighbours. Whether it is that we are more liable to this calamity than other nations, or whether our native gloo mineß bath peculiarly recommended Subjects of this caft to our writers, the fact is inconteftible, as any one may be Satisfied, who will compare the printed collections of French Italian Songs, &'c. with thofe in Our language.

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Out of a much larger quantity, we have selected half a dozen MAD SONGS for these volumes. first are originals in their respective kinds : the three last is chiefly that of imitation. written at confiderable intervals of time, but we have here grouped them together that the reader may the better examine their comparative merits. He may confider them as fo many trials of Skill in a very peculiar fubject, as the contest of So many rivals to Shoot in the bow of UlyfSes.

Jes. The two first were probably written about the beginning of the last century; the third about the middle of it; the fourth towards the end; and the two laft within this prefent century.

This is given from the editor's folio MS. compared with two or three old printed copies.

'ORTH from my sad and darksome cell,

FORT

Or from the deepe abyffe of hell,

Mad Tom is come into the world againe
To fee if he can cure his diftempered braine.

Feares and cares oppreffe my foule:
Harke, howe the angrye furyes houle!.
Pluto laughes, and proferpine is gladd.
To fee poore naked Tom of Bedlam madd.

Through the world I wander night and day
To feeke my ftraggling senses,
In an angrye moode I mett old Time,
With his pentarchye of tenses:

When me he spyed,

Away he hyed,

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