The History of the Second Death of the Rump

To the Tune of

The Parliament sate as snug as a Cat.

1.

Come buy my fine Ditty
Of News from the Citty,
As it was told in Devonshire;
The Pimp that whips weekly
Your Breech Politickly.
Sells not so much truth in a quire.

2.

Tom Kings-man , near undone
With long stay in London ,
Last week to the Country did gallop;
Where he took Cavaliers
With his News by the ears,
As they did the Pot to drink all-up.

3.

Quoth he, I once went
To th' late Parliament,
Whose Members (when I had seen 'em)
Made me think of a Rat,
That was caught by a Cat,
And eat up the tail, that is venom.

4.

But yet to the stump
Of that Poysonous Rump,
Th' Old Mouth did soder in season;
And when that was done,
Like a Lay-elder Gun,
It stunk at both ends of High Treason.

5.

The Monster did come
Of mere Mouth and Bum ,
Most cunningly thus compacted,
That if question'd it were,
For mischief done there,
It might swear, 'twas by no body acted.

6.

O' the nature and name
Of each Member that came
Should I give a full relation,
Youl'd guesse by the stink
That I rak't in the sink,
And common-shore of the whole Nation.

7.

Religions you might
Find all there, but the right;
For through the same Sieve they ran,
Which Noll us'd before
To sift the House o're,
Till nothing was left but the Bran.

8.

But of those they had,
Divisions being made,
By Fortune's hand, (which is uncertain)
Some Members got many,
Some few, some not any,
As Nevill complained, and Martin .

9.

Indeed from Usurpers
They freed us and our Purse,
And praise of thanks had been their hire,
For taking us thean
Out o'th' Frying-pan,
Had they not cast us into the fire.

10.

For Cromwell they voted
A Tyrant, though rotted,
'Cause when they first footed their Game,
Hee'd not let them tarry
To prey on the Quarry,
But gorg'd himself on the same.

11.

And King Olivers Sons,
(Like Prince-playing Whore-Sons,
That on too high parts had ventur'd)
They strip't with a hiss
Of their State-properties,
And exeunt two Fools as they enter'd .

12.

What else they do,
By our Purses we knew,
As well as that scribling Knave Nedham;
Some good Laws they un-did,
And some bad they founded,
And shortned our Chain for our Freedom.

13.

To quell this fierce Monster,
A Knight did anon-stir,
Who wanted Arms; yet from a Waggon
O' th' Popes hee'd take none,
But from Prester-John ,
And so St. George fell by the Dragon.

14.

Then Lambert's Wife chid him,
And (like Cromwell ) bid him
Confound it, and mount the Throne Royal,
Your Weapons are long
Quoth she, and as strong,
My self of 'em both have made tryal.

15.

He finds the Anabaptist
For his purpose aptist,
And treads the steps of Knipper Dolin ,
He fasts, and he prayes,
I'th' new canting phrase,
As if Heaven were taken with drolling.

16.

Some Packs he inveagles,
O'th' blood-coated Beagles,
To's party, the Rump-men did so to,
And victualled so well,
The adjacent fort Hell,
As if they no other would go to.

17.

Little John thus did draw,
'Gainst th' Out-law,
(Good King) to try who should have thy Deer,
And thus for both poysons,
A quarrel did rise-once
Betwixt the foul Toad and the Spider.

18.

Bold Lambert advanced,
He picquier'd and pranced,
And's Party with speeches did urge on.
But though he and Morley
Did snarle and look surly,
They cheated the Devil and the Chirurgion.

19.

For soon the Red-coat,
(Who'l not fight, but vote)
When Lamberts side stronger was found,
By (at least) two foot,
And a Trooper to boot,
Did let the Rump fall to the ground.

20.

And with General Lenthall ,
The House they o're went all,
Religion and Laws they n'ere stood on,
But sought still to hold,
Ill got Land and Gold,
Which first made the Old Cause a Good One .

21.

So fell the aged sway,
Of five Months and a Day,
We yet see no Heir apparent,
But from Scabberd pregnant,
Expect Posthume regnant ,
If Midwife Monck kindly take care on't.

22.

The Sword-men address to's,
Pleas, and Manifesto's,
Which shew 'em less honest than crafty,
Whilst a Tyrannous crew,
Our dangers renew,
That call'd a Committee of Safety .

23.

But Fleetwood and Whitlock ,
(The Laws cunning Pick-lock)
With Salloway and Vane , two prime Praters,
Loved Treason so well,
That again to't they fell,
And betray'd ev'n their own Fellow-traytors,

24.

In's villany Bradshaw ,
Of constancy made shew,
For scorning Repentance as fickle,
His life soon he ended,
And to hell descended,
This of my Faith is an Article.

25.

Yet Politicus ,
(The Devil's Succubus ,
To teem for his Commendation)
Advizes us all
To mourn, and we shall,
Whilst that Hell-hound yelps in our Nation.

26.

And now Lambert's Cohorts,
And Monks (which makes wo hearts)
Do seem to contest, but anon,
We ship-wrack't shall be,
When they can agree
From what coast the storm shall fall on.

27.

Whilst Buff and Red-coats
Are sanctified notes
Of Christ's and his Gospel's Protectois,
But 'mong themselves solely,
Do they pass for holy,
As Bessus and's Sword-men for Hectors .

28.

They that heard this story,
First sighed, and were sorry
To hear of poor Englands confusion,
Then drank a full Bowl
To that Royal soul
That must settle all in conclusion.
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