THE
PARLIAMENTS
KNELL.
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Farwell old Parliament of, seaven yeares standing
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Now make your testament: ther's no disbanding
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That very Rebell-route your first upholders,
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Are come to pull you out by head and shoulders.
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Come ler us sing ding dong, till we shake the steeple,
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This is a fine new song, Come along good people,
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Come helpe to ring their knell, they ne'ere refuse you,
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You needs must use 'em well; that so did use you.
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Now all your virtual Kings must be desposed,
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Their tricks and iugling things are all disclosed,
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Their vowes, and their results, now cannot save 'em,
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And for their closse consults, the Devill will have them.
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King CHARLES is loose at last, the Scots have sold him,
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And when you had him fast, you could not hold him,
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He is now on his way, hee'l no more sue t'yee
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Fairfax hath playd faire play, and done his duty.
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Your proud Presbytery Cannot protect you
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Your wise directory Cannot direct you,
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Wee shall have Bishops store, with Copes and Miters
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Buffe coats shall preach no more, nor Priests be fighters.
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Your Wednesdayes and your wayes of humiliation.
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Your strange thanksgiving dayes, of prophanation
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Now must be layd aside, Christmas is lost else
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Old Easter Whitsontide, and the Apostles,
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Your propositions and Qualifications
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Your Protestations and your abjurations.
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Your Covenant and your Oath, of Nonadherence,
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Will make the Houses both to flee for feare hence.
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Now down with Goldsmiths Hall that Golden Idol
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That dreadfull Tribunall that did decide all.
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Let's have our wives again, now you have fleec'd 'em.
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They'l serve delinquent men, though you have sqeezd 'em
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Rise up you Phelistins leave of your humming
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Repent you of your sinns King Charles is Coming.
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Fairfax and Cromwell too are at Saint Albone
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They'l knock down more of you, then Sampsons jaw-bon
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