The Gang or the Nine Worthies and Champions
To the Tune of Robinhood .
It was at the Birth of a Winters morn,
With a Hey down down a down down,
Before the Crow had pist,
That nine Hero's in scorn
Of a Parliament forlorn,
Walkt out with Sword in fist.
Johnne Lambert was first a dapper Squire,
With a Hey down , &c.
A mickler man of might
Was nere in York-shire ;
And he did conspire
With Vane Sir Harry a Knight.
Desborough was such a Country Swain,
With a Hey down , &c.
An Easter Sun nere see;
He drove on a main
Without any brain,
Such a jolt-head Knave was he.
Kelsey was a brave Button-maker;
With a Hey down , &c
As ever set mould upon Skewer;
And this Wise-aker
Was a great painstaker,
T' make Lambert's Nose look blewer.
The devout and Holy Major Creed ,
With a Hey down , &c.
I known't of what Faith or Sect,
Had mounted a Steed,
And vow'd he would bleed
'Fore Lambert should be checkt
Duckenfield (Steel was nere so true,)
With a Hey down , &c.
And as wise as ever was Toby
Lay in the Purlew,
The Cock-pit Avenue,
To hinder the Speakers Go-by .
A man of Stomack in the next Deal,
With a Hey down , &c.
Was hungry Colonel Cobbet ,
He would eat at a Meale
A whole Common-weale,
And make a Joynt but a Gobbet.
The following Champion is Barrow ,
With a Hey down , &c.
An Ominous name for a Swine-Herd,
He flew like an Arrow,
Thither whence Lord Harry
But durst not draw his Whinyard.
Room for Packer a toyling Ditcher,
With a Hey down , &c.
He had set his Spade an edge,
He hop't to be Richer
By being a Bricher
And Lambert his Stake in the hedge.
For Nobilities sake we may not forget,
With a Hey down , &c
That Valiant Mars his true Son,
His Cobling Feat
Lackt a Parliament Seat
That Marks-man one-eyed Hewson .
These being aided with Red Coat and Creepers,
With a Hey down , &c.
After a short Dispute
The Liberty Keepers ,
Were made Boo peepers,
And the Speaker strucken Mute.
But well said Sir Arthur , what time of the day?
With a Hey down , &c.
The Parliament's now in the Prime
They stand at a Bay ,
And have mist their Prey,
And Cowardly curse the time.
The Second Part.
Now Johnne is gone to the North Countrey,
With a Hey down , &c.
And glad he is to retire,
He cryes Cramme O Cree ,
Have mercy on me
set a-Fire.
And Desborough gotten into his Farm,
With a Hey down , &c.
Untill they do him need,
'Meant the House no harm,
But took it for a Barn,
His Lord and hee's not agreed.
Kelsey is praying for the Dole,
With a Hey down , &c.
Of the Hospital that's Suttons;
He is out of the Roll,
And hath ne're a Loop-Hole,
And now his Arse makes Buttons.
And Creed will now believe Sir Arthur ,
With a Hey down , &c.
His Steed is Chopt for a Jade,
He will be a Carter
Before a Martyr,
And is turned Renegade .
Duckenfield's in a pittifull Case,
With a Hey down , &c.
The Speakers Horses and Coach,
Were at stake with the Mace,
And he's thrown Aums Ace,
Tyburn owes him a reproach.
By being too greedy Colonel Cobbet ,
With a Hey down , &c.
Ha's got a Bone in his throat,
He hath sighed and sobbed
And grievously throbbed,
But it will not help the Choak.
Pray take your turn too Mr. Barrow ,
With a Hey down , &c.
What think you of your Plot?
Your Sow will not Farrow,
The Hang-man's Harrow,
That Hurdle will be your Lot.
Tye him up DUN , 'tis Goodman Packer ,
With a Hey down , &c.
That would set up another Nose,
Had he been a Backer
As Colonel Hacker ,
H'ad liv'd in spight of his Foes.
Hewson's Companions as scabby as Coots,
With a Hey down down a down down .
Have infected him with the mange,
They have pist in his boots,
He must cry roots,
And TURN OUT to Turnup must change.
It was at the Birth of a Winters morn,
With a Hey down down a down down,
Before the Crow had pist,
That nine Hero's in scorn
Of a Parliament forlorn,
Walkt out with Sword in fist.
Johnne Lambert was first a dapper Squire,
With a Hey down , &c.
A mickler man of might
Was nere in York-shire ;
And he did conspire
With Vane Sir Harry a Knight.
Desborough was such a Country Swain,
With a Hey down , &c.
An Easter Sun nere see;
He drove on a main
Without any brain,
Such a jolt-head Knave was he.
Kelsey was a brave Button-maker;
With a Hey down , &c
As ever set mould upon Skewer;
And this Wise-aker
Was a great painstaker,
T' make Lambert's Nose look blewer.
The devout and Holy Major Creed ,
With a Hey down , &c.
I known't of what Faith or Sect,
Had mounted a Steed,
And vow'd he would bleed
'Fore Lambert should be checkt
Duckenfield (Steel was nere so true,)
With a Hey down , &c.
And as wise as ever was Toby
Lay in the Purlew,
The Cock-pit Avenue,
To hinder the Speakers Go-by .
A man of Stomack in the next Deal,
With a Hey down , &c.
Was hungry Colonel Cobbet ,
He would eat at a Meale
A whole Common-weale,
And make a Joynt but a Gobbet.
The following Champion is Barrow ,
With a Hey down , &c.
An Ominous name for a Swine-Herd,
He flew like an Arrow,
Thither whence Lord Harry
But durst not draw his Whinyard.
Room for Packer a toyling Ditcher,
With a Hey down , &c.
He had set his Spade an edge,
He hop't to be Richer
By being a Bricher
And Lambert his Stake in the hedge.
For Nobilities sake we may not forget,
With a Hey down , &c
That Valiant Mars his true Son,
His Cobling Feat
Lackt a Parliament Seat
That Marks-man one-eyed Hewson .
These being aided with Red Coat and Creepers,
With a Hey down , &c.
After a short Dispute
The Liberty Keepers ,
Were made Boo peepers,
And the Speaker strucken Mute.
But well said Sir Arthur , what time of the day?
With a Hey down , &c.
The Parliament's now in the Prime
They stand at a Bay ,
And have mist their Prey,
And Cowardly curse the time.
The Second Part.
Now Johnne is gone to the North Countrey,
With a Hey down , &c.
And glad he is to retire,
He cryes Cramme O Cree ,
Have mercy on me
set a-Fire.
And Desborough gotten into his Farm,
With a Hey down , &c.
Untill they do him need,
'Meant the House no harm,
But took it for a Barn,
His Lord and hee's not agreed.
Kelsey is praying for the Dole,
With a Hey down , &c.
Of the Hospital that's Suttons;
He is out of the Roll,
And hath ne're a Loop-Hole,
And now his Arse makes Buttons.
And Creed will now believe Sir Arthur ,
With a Hey down , &c.
His Steed is Chopt for a Jade,
He will be a Carter
Before a Martyr,
And is turned Renegade .
Duckenfield's in a pittifull Case,
With a Hey down , &c.
The Speakers Horses and Coach,
Were at stake with the Mace,
And he's thrown Aums Ace,
Tyburn owes him a reproach.
By being too greedy Colonel Cobbet ,
With a Hey down , &c.
Ha's got a Bone in his throat,
He hath sighed and sobbed
And grievously throbbed,
But it will not help the Choak.
Pray take your turn too Mr. Barrow ,
With a Hey down , &c.
What think you of your Plot?
Your Sow will not Farrow,
The Hang-man's Harrow,
That Hurdle will be your Lot.
Tye him up DUN , 'tis Goodman Packer ,
With a Hey down , &c.
That would set up another Nose,
Had he been a Backer
As Colonel Hacker ,
H'ad liv'd in spight of his Foes.
Hewson's Companions as scabby as Coots,
With a Hey down down a down down .
Have infected him with the mange,
They have pist in his boots,
He must cry roots,
And TURN OUT to Turnup must change.
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