Come buy my new Ballad, I havet in my Wallet, But twill not I fear please every Palat: Then
mark what ensuth, I swear by my youth, That every line in my Ballad is truth: A Ballad of
wit, a brave Ballad of worth: Tis newly printed, and newly come forth. 'Twas made of a Cloak
that fell out with a Gown, That crampt all the Kingdom and crippld the Crown.
THE
CLOAKS
KNAVERY.
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COME buy my New Ballad,
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I havet in my Wallet,
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Tho twill not, I fear, please every Palate:
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Then mark what ensuth,
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For I swear by my Youth,
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That every Line in my Ballad is Truth:
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A Ballad of Wit, a brave Ballad of Worth,
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Tis newly Printed and newly come Forth.
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Twas made of a Cloak that fell out with the Gown,
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That crampd all the Kingdom and crippld the Crown.
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Ill tell you in Brief
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A Story of Grief
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That happend when Cloak was Commander in Chief:
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It tore Common-Prayrs,
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Imprisond Lord Mayors,
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In one Day it voted down Prelates and Playrs,
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It made People perjurd in Point of Obedience,
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And the Covnant did cut off the Oath of Allegiance.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampd, etc.
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It was a Black Cloak,
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In good Time be it spoke
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It killd many Thousands, but never struck Stroke;
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With Hatchet and Rope,
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The forlorn Hope,
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It joind with the Devil to pull down the Pope;
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It set all the Sects in the City to Work,
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And rather than fail twould have brought in the Turk.
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Then let us Endeavour, etc.
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It Seizd on the Towr Guns,
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Those fierce Demi-gorgons,
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It set up the Bag-pipes, but pulld down the Organs,
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The Pulpits did Smoak,
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Our church it did Choak,
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And all our Religion was turned to a Cloak;
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It brought in lay Elders could not Write or Read:
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It set publick Faith up, but pulld down the Creed;
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Then let us endeavour, etc.
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This Pious Impostor
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Such Fury did Foster,
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It left us no Penny nor no Pater Noster;
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It threw to the Ground
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Ten Commandments down
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And set up twice Twenty Times Ten of its own:It routed the King and Villains elected
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To plunder all those whom they thought Disaffected
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Then let us Endeavour, etc
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To blind Peoples Eyes
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This Cloak was so Wise,
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It took off Ship Money, but set up Excise: Men brought in their Plate
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For Reasons of State
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And gave it to Tom Trumpete and his Mate:
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In Pamphlets it wrote many specious Epistles
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To Couzen poor Wenches of Bodkins and Whistles.
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Then let us Endeavour, etc.
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In Pulpits it moved,
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And was much Approved
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For Crying out, Fight the [Lord]s Battles beloved;
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It Bobtaild the Gown,
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Pulld Prelacy down,
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It trode on the Mitre to reach at the Crown;
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And into the Field it an Army did bring
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To aim at the Council but shoot at the King.
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Then let us Endeavour, etc.
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It raised up States
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Whose Politick Pates
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Do now keep their Quarters on our City Gates;
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To Father and Mother
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To Sister and Brother
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It gave a Commission to kill one another:
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It took up Mens Horses at very low Rates
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And Plunderd our Goods to se[c]ure our Estates
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Then let us Endeavour, etc.
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This Cloak did proceed
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To a Damnable Deed,
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It made the best Mirrour of Majesty Bleed:
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Tho Cloak did not dot
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It set it on Foot
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By rallying and calling his Jou[r]ney Men tot:
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For never had come such a bl[o]ody Disaster
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If Cloak had not first drawn a Sword at his Master.
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Then let us Endeavour, etc.
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Tho some of em went hence
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By sorrowful Sentence,
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This lofty long Cloak is not movd to Repentance;
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But he and his Men,
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Twenty Thousand times Ten,
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Are Ploting to do their Tricks over again:
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But let this proud Cloak to Authority stoop,
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Or Catch will provide him a Button and Loop,
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For well ever endeavour, etc.
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