THE
CLOCK and CUSHION.
TUNE of, All in the Land of CYDER.
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ALL in the Town of Ailsbury,
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The Truth you may rely on,
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Such a TRICK was play'd.
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By a Sanctify'd Blade,
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That all the SAINTS cry'd, Fie on!
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This Man was full of RELIGION,
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Tho' hard 'twas to be traced;
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Whether BAXTERs Schemes,
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Or BUNYANs Dreams,
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Were most by him embraced.
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Of Zeal he had so much on't,
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At Church he'd sometimes show it;
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And there very low
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At the Altar bow,
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When Profit call'd him to it;
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Tho' at other Times it appear'd,
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How much he did abhor it;
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Thought the truest Spouse
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Was the Meeting-House,
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And zealous he was for it.
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The NON-CON Cause he lov'd so well,
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Such to it was his Bounty,
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That a CLOCK he gave,
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And CUSHION so brave,
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The like was not in the County.
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This Gift he much applauded,
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And said, 'Twas wondrous ample,
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That since He himself,
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Was so free of his Pelf,
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Hop'd others wou'd take the Example.
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But mark what the Story says now;
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Two Candidates did stand, Sir,,
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Who gave ten Guineas
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This CLOCK to finish,
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And put 'em into his Hands, Sir;
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While he to shew good Management,
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Made Three to serve the Purpose;
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The other Seven,
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He nick'd with Eleven,
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And put them into his own Purse.
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The CUSHION too which was placed
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For Holy Men to thump on't,
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That now was found,
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Of his Wives Old Gown,
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To be only made of the RUMP on't:
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The SAINTS they were now all alarm'd,
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To find themselves beguiled,
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Resolv'd to defeat
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This Achan-like Deceit,
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That the Camp should not be defiled.
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Then all at once they discarded
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Both him and eke his Present;
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The CUSHION too,
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They compel'd to go,
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And move off with the Movement.
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