THE ANARCHIE,
Or the blessed Reformation since 1640.
Being a new Caroll wherein the People expresse
their thankes and pray for the Reformers.
To be said or sung of all the well affected of the Kingdome of England and Dominion of Wales, before they eate any
Plumbroth at Christmasse. To a Rare New Tune.
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NOw that thanks to the Powers below,
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We have ene done our doe,
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The Miter is downe,
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And so is the Crowne,
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And with them the Coronet too;
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Come Clownes and come boyes,
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Come hober de hoyes,
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Come Females of each degree,
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Stretch your throats, bring in your Votes,
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And make good the Anarchy.
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And thus it shall goe sayes Alice,
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Nay thus it shall goe sayes Amy;
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Nay thus it shall goe sayes Taffie I trow,
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Nay thus it shall goe sayes Jamy.
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Ah but the Truth good people all,
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The Truth is such a thing,
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For it woud undoe, both Church and State too,
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And cut the throat of our King,
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Yet not the Spirit, nor the new light,
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Can make this point so cleare,
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But thou must bring out, thou Deified rout
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What thing this truth is and where.
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Speak Abraham, speak Kester, speak Judith, speak Hester;
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Speak tag and rag, short coat and long,
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Truths the spell made us rebell,
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And murder and plunder ding dong.
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Sure I have the truth sayes Numph,
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Nay I ha the truth sayes Clemms;
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Nay I ha the truth sayes reverend Ruth,
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Nay I ha the truth sayes Nem.
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Well let the truth be where it will,
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Were sure all else is ours,
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Yet these divisions in our Religions,
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May chance abate our powers;
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Then lets agree on some one way,
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It skils not much how true,
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Take Pryn and his Clubs, or Say and his Tubs,
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Or any sect old or new;
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The Devils ith Pack, if choyce you can lack,
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Were fourscore Religions strong,
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Take your choice, the major voice
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Shall carry it right or wrong:
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Then weele be of this sayes Megg,
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Nay weele be of that sayes Tibb,
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Nay weele be of all sayes pityfull Paul,
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N[a]y weele be of none sayes Gibb.
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Neighbours and friends pray one word more,
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Theres something yet behind,
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And wise though you be, you doe not well see
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In which doore sits the winde;
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As for Religion to speake right
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And in the Houses sense,
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The matters all one to have any or none,
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If twere not for the pretence:
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But herein doth lurke the key of the worke,
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Even to dispose of the Crowne,
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Dex[t]erously and as may be
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For your behoofe in our owne.
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Then lets ha King CHARLES sayes George,
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Nay lets have his son sayes Hugh,
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Nay then lets ha none sayes jabbering Jone,
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Nay lets be all Kings sayes Prue.
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Oh we shall have (if we goe on
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In plunder, Excise, and blood)
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But few folke and poore to domineere ore,
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And that will not be so good:
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Then lets resolve on some new way,
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Some new and happy course,
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The Countrys growne sad, the City horne mad,
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And both Houses are worse.
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The Synod hath writ, the Generall hath ------
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And both to like purpose too,
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Religion Lawes, the Truth, the Cause
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Are talkt of, but nothing we doe.
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Come come shals ha peace sayes Nell,
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No no but we wont sayes Madge,
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But I say we will sayes firy facd Phill:
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We will and we wont sayes Hodge.
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Thus from the Rout who can expect
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Ought but division;
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Since unity doth with Monarchie,
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Begin and end in One:
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If then when all is thought their owne,
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And lyes at their behest,
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These popular pates reap nought but debates
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From that many Round-headed beast.
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Come Royalists then doe you play the men,
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And Cavaliers give the word,
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Now lets see at what you would be,
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And whether you can accord
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A health to King CHARLES sayes Tom,
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Up with it saies Raphe like a Man,
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God blesse him sayes Doll, and raise him sayes Moll,
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And send him his owne sayes Nan.
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Now for those prudent Things that sit
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Without end and to none,
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And their Committees that Townes and Cities
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Fill with confusion;
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For the bold Troopes of Sectaries,
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The Scots and their partakers;
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Our new Brittish States, Col Burges and his mates,
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The Covenant and its makers,
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For all these weele pray, and in such a way,
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As if it might granted be,
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Jack and Gill and Mat and Will,
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And all the World would agree.
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A pox take them all sayes Besse,
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And a plague too sayes Margery,
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The Devill sayes Dick, and his Dam too sayes Nick,
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Amen and Amen say I.
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