Classic Poem

When a holy black Suede, the Son of Bob,
With a Saint at his Chin, and a Seal in his Fob;
Shall not see one New Years-day in that Year,
Then let old Englond make good Chear:
Windsor and Bristow then shall be
Joyned together in the Low-Countree.
Then shall the tall black Daventry Bird
Speak against Peace right many a Word;
And some shall admire his conyng Witt,
For many good Groats his Tongue shall slitt:
But spight of the Harpy that crawls on all four,
There shall be Peace, pardie, and War no more.
But Englond must cry alack and well a day,
If the Stick be taken from the dead Sea.
And dear Englond, if ought I understond,
Beware of Carrots from Northumberland.
Carrots sown Thyn a deep root may get,
If so be they are in Sommer set:
Their Conyngs mark thou, for I have been told,
They Assassine when young, and Poison when old.
Root out these Carrots, O Thou, whose Name
Is backwards and forwards always the same;
And keep close to Thee always that Name,
Which backwards and forwards is allmost the same.
And Englond wouldst thou be happy still,
Bury those Carrots under a Hill.