Classic Poem

No w, thanks to the Powers below,
We have even done our do,
The Myter is down, and so is the Crown,
And with them the Corronet too:
All is now the Peoples, and then
What is theirs is ours we know;
There is no such thing as a Bishop or K — —
Or Peer, but in name or show;
Come Clowns, and come Boys, come Hoberdehoys,
Come Females of each degree,
Stretch out your throats, bring in your Votes,
And make good the Anarchy;
Then thus it shall be, sayes Alse ,
Nay, thus it shall be, sayes Amie ,
Nay, thus it shall go, sayes Taffie , I trow,
Nay, thus it shall go, sayes Jemmy .

Oh but the truth, good People all, the truth is such a thing,
For it will undo both Church and State too,
And pull out the throat of our King;
No, nor the Spirit, nor the new Light
Can make the Point so clear,
But we must bring out the defil'd Coat,
What thing the truth is, and where,
Speak Abraham , speak Hester ,
Speak Judith , speak Kester ,
Speak tag and rag, short coat and long:
Truth is the spell that made us rebell,
And murder and plunder ding dong;
Sure I have the truth, sayes Numphs ,
Nay, I have the truth, sayes Clem ,
Nay, I have the truth, sayes reverend Ruth ,
Nay, I have the truth, sayes Nem .

Well, let the truth be whose it will,
There is something else in ours,
Yet this devotion in our Religions
May chance to abate our Powers:
Then let's agree on some new way,
It skills not much how true,
Take P — — and his club, or Smec and his tub
Or any Sect, old or new;
The Devil is in the pack, if choyce you can lack,
We are fourscore Religions strong,
Then take your choice, the Major voice
Shall carry't right or wrong;
Then let's have King Charles , sayes George ,
Nay, wee'l have his Son, sayes Hugh ;
Nay, then let's have none, sayes gabbering Jone ,
Nay, wee'l be all Kings, sayes Prue .

Nay, but neighbours and friends, one word more,
There's something else behind,
And wise though you be, you do not well see
In which door sits the winde;
And for Religion, to speak truth,
And in both Houses sence,
The matter is all one, if any or none,
If it were not for the pretence.
Now here doth lurk the key of the work,
And how to dispose of the Crown
Dexteriously, and as it may be
For your behalf and our own;
Then wee'l be of this, sayes Meg ,
Nay, wee'l be of this, sayes Tib ,
Come, wee'l be of all, sayes pittifull Paul ,
Nay, wee'l be of none, sayes Gib .

Oh we shall have, if we go on
In Plunder, Excise, and Blood,
But few folks, and poor, to domineer o're,
And that will not be good;
Then let's agree on some new way,
Some new and happy course,
The Country is grown sad, the City is Horn mad,
And both the Houses are worse;
The Synod hath writ, the Generall hath shit,
And both to like purpose, for
Religion, Laws, the Truth, and the Cause
We talk on, but nothing we do;
Come, then let's have peace, sayes Nel ,
No, no, but we won't sayes Meg ,
But I say we will, sayes fiery-face Phil ,
We will, and we won't, sayes Hodge .

Thus from the Rout who can expect
Ought but confusion,
Since the Unity with good Monarchy
Begin and end in one?
If then when all is thought their own,
And lyes at their belief,
These popular pates, reap nought but debates
From these many round-headed beasts;
Come Royalists then, do you play the men,
And Cavaliers give the word,
And now let's see what you will be,
And whether you can accord;
A health to King Charles , sayes Tom ,
Up with it, sayes Ralph , like a man,
God blesse him, sayes Doll , and raise him, sayes Moll ,
And send him his own, sayes Nan .

But now for these prudent Wights,
That sit without end, and to none,
And their Committees in Towns and Cities
Fill with confusion;
For the bold Troops of Sectaries,
The Scots and their Partakers,
Our new British States, Col. Burges and his Mates,
The Covenant and its Makers:
For all these wee'l pray, and in such a way,
That if it might granted be,
Both Jack and Gill , and Moll and Will ,
And all the world will agree:
Else Pox take them all, sayes Bess ,
And a Plague too, sayes Mary ,
The Devil, sayes Dick , and his Dam too, sayes Nick ,
Amen and amen say we.