The Ballad of the CLOAK:
Or, The Cloaks Knavery.
Tune of, Packingtons Pound.
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COME buy my new Ballet,
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I havt in my Wallet,
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But twill not, I fear, please every Pallet;
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Then mark what insuth,
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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 a 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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Which happend when Cloak was Commander in Chief:
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It tore Common-Prayers;
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Imprisond Lord Mayors.
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In one Day it voted down Prelates and Players:
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It made People in Point of Obedience,
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A Covenant 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 all the Kingdom and crippld the Crown.
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It was a black Cloak,
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In good Time be it spoke,
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That 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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Did join 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, etc.
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It seizd on the Tower-Guns,
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Those fierce Demi-gorons;
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It brought in the Bag-pipes, and pulld down the Organs;
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The Pulpits did smoke,
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The Churches did choak,
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And all our Religion was turnd 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, and pulld down the Creed.
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Then let us, etc.
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This pious Imposter,
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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:
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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, 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;
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Men brought in their Plate,
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For Reasons of State,
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And gave it to Trumpeter and his Mate;
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In Phamphlets it writes many specious Epistles,
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To cozen poor Wenches of Bodkins and Whistles.
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Then let us, 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 Battle of the Lord, Belovd!
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It bob-taild the Gown,
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Put 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 shot at the King.
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Then let us, 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 the 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 secure our Estates.
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Then let us, 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 Mirror of Majesty bleed:
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Tho a Cloak did not dot,
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He set it on Foot,
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By rallying and calling his Journey-Men tot:
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For never had come such a bloody Disaster,
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If Cloak had not first drawn a Sword at his Master.
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Then let us, etc.
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Lets pray that the King
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And his Parliament,
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In sacred and secular Things may consent:
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So religiously firm,
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And religiously free,
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That Papists and Atheists suppressed may be:
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And as theres one Deity doth rule over us,
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One Faith, and one Form, and one Church may contain us,
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Then Peace, Truth and Plenty, our Kingdom shall crown,
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And all Popish Plots, and there Plotters shall down.
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