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For since they from their Lord are so disjointed,
As to contemn those edicts he appointed,

How can they prize the power of his anointed?
Augment my patience, nullifie my hate,
Preserve my issue, and inspire my mate;

Yet, though we perish, BLESS THIS CHURCH and State.

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XIV.

The Sale of Rebellious House-hold Stuff.

This sarcastic exultation of triumphant loyalty is printed from an old black-letter copy in the Pepys Collection, corrected by two others, one of which is preserved in "A choice collection of 120 loyal songs," &c. 1684, 12mo. To the tune of Old Simon the king.

REBELLION hath broken up house,
And hath left me old lumber to sell;
Come hither and take your choice,
I'll promise to use you well.
Will you buy the old speaker's chair?
Which was warm and easie to sit in,
And oft hath been clean'd I declare,
When as it was fouler than fitting.
Says old Simon the king, &c.

Will you buy any bacon-flitches,
The fattest, that ever were spent?
They're the sides of the old committees,
Fed up in the Long Parliament.
Here's a pair of bellows and tongs,

And for a small matter I'll sell ye 'um ;
They are made of the presbyters' lungs
To blow up the coals of rebellion.
Says old Simon, &c.

I had thought to have given them once
To some black-smith for his forge;
But now I have considered on't,

They are consecrate to the church;

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So I'll give them unto some quire,
They will make the big organs roar,
And the little pipes to squeeke higher
Than ever they could before.
Says old Simon, &c.

Here's a couple of stools for sale,
One's square, and t' other is round;
Betwixt them both the tail

Of the RUMP fell down to 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.

Which should have made clean the floor,

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Here's the beesom of Reformation,

But it swept out the wealth of the nation,

And left us dirt good store.

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Will you buy the states spinning-wheel,
Which spun for the roper's trade?

But better it had stood still,

For now it has spun a fair thread.

Says old Simon, &c.

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Here's a glyster-pipe well try'd,

Which was made of a butcher's stump,'

And has been safely apply'd

To cure the colds of the rump.

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Here's a lump of Pilgrims-Salve,
Which once was a justice of
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;

No Virginia had e'er such a smack-o,

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

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Alluding probably to Major-General Harrison, a butcher's son, who assisted Cromwell in turning out the Long Parliament, April 20, 1653.

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And here's the trunk-hose of the RUMP,
And their fair dissembling cloak,

With an Independent smock.

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And a Presbyterian jump,

Says old Simon, &c.

Will you buy a Conscience oft turn'd,
Which serv'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 kitchen-stuff tub,
Wherein is the fat of the Rumpers,
With which old Noll's horns she did rub,
When he was got drunk with false bumpers.

Says old Simon, &c.

Here's the purse of the public faith;

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Here's the model of the Sequestration,

When the old wives upon their good troth,

Lent thimbles to ruine the nation.

Ver. 86. This was a cant name given to Cromwell's wife by the Royalists, though her name was Elizabeth. She was taxed with exchang ing the kitchen-stuff for the candles used in the Protector's household, &c. See Gent. Mag. for March, 1788, p. 242.

Here's Dick Cromwell's Protectorship,

And here are Lambert's commissions,
And here is Hugh Peters his scrip

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

And here are old Noll's brewing vessels,
And here are his dray, and his slings;
Here are Hewson's awl, and his bristles,
With diverse other odd things:
And what is the price doth belong

To all these matters before ye?
I'll sell them all for an old song,
And so I do end my story.
Says old Simon, &c.

V. 94. See Grey's Hudibras, pt. 1. cant. ii. v. 570, &c.

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XV.

The Baffled Knight, or Lady's Policy.

Given (with some corrections) from a MS. copy, and collated with two printed ones in Roman character in the Pepys collection.

THERE was a knight was drunk with wine,

A riding along the way, sir;

And there he met with a lady fine,
Among the cocks of hay, sir.

"Shall you and I, O lady faire,
Among the grass lye down-a,
And I will have a special care

Of rumpling of your gown-a?"
"Upon the grass there is a dewe

Will spoil my damask gowne, sir ;
My gowne and kirtle they are newe,

And cost me many a crowne, sir."

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"I have a cloak of scarlet red,
Upon the ground I'll throwe it;
Then, lady faire, come, lay thy head;
We'll play, and none shall knowe it."
"O yonder stands my steed so free
Among the cocks of hay, sir;
And if the pinner should chance to see,
He'll take my steed away, sir."

"Upon my finger I have a ring,
Its made of finest gold-a,
And, lady, it thy steed shall bring
Out of the pinner's fold-a.”

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"O go with me to my father's hall
Fair chambers there are three, sir;
And you shall have the best of all,
And I'll your chamberlaine bee, sir."
He mounted himself on his steed so tall,
And her on her dapple gray, sir;
And there they rode to her father's hall,
Fast pricking along the way, sir.

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