Classic Poem

I Let the Brothels of Paris be opened
With many an alluring dance
To awake the [Pestilence] Physicians thro the city
Said the beautiful Queen of France
The King awoke on his couch of gold
As soon as he heard these tidings told
Arise & come both fife & drum
And the [Famine] shall eat both crust & crumb

[Then old Nobodaddy aloft
Farted & belchd & coughd
And said I love hanging & drawing & quartering
Every bit as well as war & slaughtering
(Damn praying & singing
Unless they will bring in
The blood of ten thousand by fighting or swinging)
Then he swore a great & solemn Oath
To kill the people I am loth
But if they rebel they must go to hell
They shall have a Priest & a passing bell]

The Queen of France just touchd this Globe
And the Pestilence darted from her robe
[But the bloodthirsty people across the water
Will not submit to the gibbet & halter]
But our good Queen quite grows to the ground
[There is just such a tree at Java found]
And a great many suckers grow all around