Song: Old Rowley the King

To the Tune of " Old Simon the King "

1.

" This making of bastards great,

And duchessing every whore,

The surplus and treasury cheat,

Have made me damnable poor, "

Quoth old Rowley the King,

Quoth old Rowley the King,

At council board,

Where every lord

Is led like a dog in a string.

2.

" And as my wants grow more,

The factions likewise do;

The cudden son of a whore

You see outreaches me too, "

Quoth old Rowley the King,

Quoth old Rowley the King.

" Not Ketch's ax

Nor Halifax

You see can bring him in. "

3.

Then Keeper Guilford cried,

" Good sir, why fret you so?

Leave all to York and Hyde,

And see what they can do. "

Thinks old Rowley the King,

Thinks old Rowley the King,

" Gud's fish these fools

Have been the tools

From whence all mischiefs spring. "

4.

The double duke then bows

And cries, " Give ear to me:

Suppress the Whigs, and use laws

That knock down popery. "

Quoth old Rowley the King,

Quoth old Rowley the King,

" My lord, we know

How all things go;

You've got our art for to trim. "

5.

Then Rochester declared

Expedients might be found;

His brother and colleagues stared,

At which a loud hum went round.

Then thinks old Rowley the King,

Then thinks old Rowley the King,

" Expedients and shifts

Were his father's gifts

And are all the sense he left him. "

6.

Then Holy Orders spoke,

Like oracles out of Hell,

" Let conventicles be broke

And all things will go well. "

Then thought old Rowley the King,

Then thought old Rowley the King,

" These lawn-sleeved lords,

With lukewarm words,

Wise Heav'n may trust, not him. "

7.

The council then did rise,

The usefuller dogs did bark;

The devil a lord more wise,

For everything's in the dark,

Says old Rowley the King,

Says old Rowley the King,

" To sit only and prate

Of tricks of state

Is a very insipid thing. "

[Enter Old Rowley at Portsmouth's lodging.]

8.

" Sir, Monmouth is fit for a roy,

And Richmond for another.

Will you both your babes destroy

For one poor cully brother? "

" Soft and fair, " quoth Rowley the King,

" Soft and fair, " quoth Rowley the King,

" The fool I must please

Or not be at ease,

But I'll have a trick for him.

9.

" Though having two queens be dear,

And rarely more than one do appear,

I'll make two: and then 'tis clear

One has got a son and heir

For brave old Rowley the King,

For brave old Rowley the King;

And when I've done,

My brother and son

May end their tricks in a string. "

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