Classic Poem

1.

More Wine Boy; to be sober
Is sottish in my Opinion,
When so near we do see see
The day that will free
Three Kingdoms and a Dominion.

CHORUS. Then off with your Pots, English, Irish and Scots ,

And loyal Cambro-Britains ,
From Lobster-like jump,
And the Head-playing Rump
You'l soon have an Acquittance.

2.

Though Monk's mind lyes not open
To every mind that's busie,
A Free Parliament
Is his intent,
No Nol , nor Lambert is he.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

3.

A Parliament untainted,
(Away with secluded Members:
New flame it might make,
Again to untake,
And stir up rebellious Embers.)
Cho. Then off with , &c.

4.

A Parliament of Members
That in Blood and Estate are no small Boyes:
The devilish Rump-elves
Are for none but themselves,
Those will be (like God) for us all boyes.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

5.

Such a Parliament more happy
Then Fishes will create you,
Though no trade you do drive
But to tipple and swive,
You'l be plump in flesh and estate too.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

6.

A Hound and a Hawk no longer
Shall be tokens of disaffection,
A Cock-fight shall cease
To be breach of the Peace,
And an Horse-race an Insurrection.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

7.

The Stages to their Freedom
Shall be restored soon after,
And Poets like Lictors
Shall scourge our Afflictors,
And make our old Suff'rings our Laughter,
Cho. Then off with , &c.

8.

W — — P — — shall be the Master
O'th' Revells (for's contrition,)
His Histrio-mastyx
Was one of his rash tricks,
E'r his early circumcision.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

9.

We'l preach and pray 'thout canting
In a Language Heaven knows better
Than ah Lord repeating,
And Hum and Ha bleating
With calves of the Lips in the Letter:
Cho. Then off with , &c.

10.

We'l no more to enslave us
Wear Chains, but to boast our Riches,
We Lobsters will eat,
And not be their meat,
When the right Rump wears the Breaches.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

11.

All Nations shall adore us,
Stiff Don at our foot shall tumble,
The Dutch-men shall fear us,
And all to Mijn Here us;
And French cry votre tres-humble .
Cho. Then off with , &c.

12.

The Citizens shall flourish,
Lord Maiors, when the office expires,
Shall a Knight-hood obtein,
If they're not of the strain
Of Excise, nor Church-land Buyers.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

13.

This London had effected
E'r now, and honour had got so,
But for Knaves Ireton
And Titchburn were known,
When the Drugster's Son was not so.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

14.

Each year shall bring a harvest
To th' Plough-man, who was vext ill
When but every fourth year
By the Tax-Calendar
It came like the Bissextile.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

15.

His Rent he shall pay duly,
Nor to spend shall he want his groate'r;
His Landlord shall be
Of his Beer to him free,
And of's flesh to his Wife and his Daughter.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

16.

But now my furious fancy
A Project is concocting
When God shall have sent
A true Parliament,
What a Rope shall we do with this mocking?
Cho. Then off with , &c.

17.

Like Mare with dock to th' Manger,
To shew it no cheat at all is
It like one doth appear,
But it is none, and where
The head should have been, the tail is.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

19.

Or we'l send for the Ghost of Lorrell ,
Who choakt so neatly the Peak-feast,
And hee'l Carbonado
It with a little a-doe,
To make the Devil a Breakfast.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

20.

We read of a Rump in St. Austin ,
That (before this of ours) out-went all,
Which sounds did let fly
As articularly,
As if it had a Lenthal .
Cho. Then off with , &c.

21.

But nere poor Rump was firked
Like this by wits, and no wits.
Nor ever was game
So fit as this same
To enter and flesh young Poets.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

22.

More good things I could utter,
But now I find by a token,
That the play will begin,
And good fortune come in
E'r the Prologue be quite spoken.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

23.

Charls Wane's 'ore the new Chimney,
The Suns near our Horizon,
The Fowles of the night
Are taking their flight,
Ere Cheshire prey they seize on.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

24.

Wee'l drink and pray no longer
For the King in mystical fashions:
But with Trumpets sound
His Health shall go round,
And our Prayers be Proclamations.
Cho. Then off with , &c.

25.

Now Iockey, Teag , and Shenken ,
Shall boast no more of St. Andrew ,
St. Patrick , or St. Davie ,
But St. George , who, to save 'ee,
'Gainst Dragon-Rump like a man drew.

Chorus . Then off with your Pots, English Irish and Scots ,
And loyal Cambro-Britains,
From Lobster-like jump,
And the Headplaying Rump
You'l soon have an Acquittance.