THE ORGANS
ECCHO.
To the Tune of the Cathedrall
SERVICE.
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1.
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MEMENTO MORI,
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Ile tell you a strange Story,
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Will make you all sorry,
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For our old friend William;
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Alas, poore William.
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2.
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As hee was in his Braverie,
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And thought to bring us all in slaverie,
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The Parliament found out his Knaverie,
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And so fell William;
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Alas, poore William.
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3.
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His Pope-like domineering,
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And some other Tricks appearing,
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Provokd Sir Edward Deering
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To blame the old Prelate;
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Alas, poore Prelate.
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4.
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Some say, hee was in hope
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To bring England againe to th Pope,
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But now he is in danger of an Axe or a Rope,
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Farewell old Canterbury;
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Alas, poore Canterbury.
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5.
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Theres another of the same Litter,
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Whose Breech cannot chuse but twitter,
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Hee was against all goodnesse so bitter,
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Twas the Bishop of Ely;
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Alas, poore Ely.
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6.
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And all the rest of that Lordly Crew,
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Their great Insolencies are like to rue,
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As soone as the Parliament their lives do view:
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Come downe, brave Prelates;
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Alas, poore Prelates.
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7.
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You know likewise in this two or three yeare,
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Many a one for Lamb payd very deare,
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But now he begins to stinke for feare;
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Therefore take heed Doctor Lamb:
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Alas, poore Doctor Lamb.
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8.
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Then there is also one Doctor Duck,
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The Proverb sayes, Whats worse then ill luck,
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We hope the Parliament his feathers will pluck,
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For being so busie, Doctor Duck;
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Alas, poore Doctor Duck.
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9.
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Deanes and Chapters, with their Retinue,
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Are not like long for to continue,
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They have so abused their great Revenue,
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That downe must Ceremonies;
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Alas, Popish Ceremonies.
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10.
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Ecclesiasticall Courts are downe too, they say,
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England may be glad of that happie day,
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They have of late borne such a great sway,
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That farewell those poore Doctors;
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Alas, poore Proctors.
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11.
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And now the Papists are at their wits ends,
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To see the downefall of so many Friends;
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But they shall all rue it ere the Parliament ends,
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Beleeve it, Roman Catholikes
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Alas, poore Catholikes.
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[12.]
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There is another that hardly thrives,
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Which many men of life deprives,
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Hees now in Newgate for having two Wives:
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It is the young Hangman;
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Alas, poore Hangman.
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