The Ballad of the CLOAK:
Or, The Cloaks Knavery.
To the Tune of, From Hunger and Cold: Or, Packington's Pound.
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COme buy my new Ballet,
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I have't in my Wallet,
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But 'twill not I fear please every Pallet:
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Then mark what ensu'th,
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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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made of a Cloak that ell out with a Gown,
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That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
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I'le tell you in brief,
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A Story of Grief,
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Which happen'd when Cloak was Commander in Chief:
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It tore Common-Prayers,
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Imprison'd 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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And the 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 crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd 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 kill'd many thousands, but never struck stroak:
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With Hatchet and Rope,
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The Forlorn Hope,
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Did joyn with the Devil to pull down the Pope:
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It set all the Seas in the City to work,
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And rather then fail, 'twould have brought in the Turk:
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Then let us endeavour, etc.
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It seiz'd on the Tow'r Guns,
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Those fierce Demi-Gorgons,
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It brought in the Bag-pipes, and pull'd down the Organs
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The Pulpits did smoak,
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The Churches did Choak,
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And all our Religion was turn'd to a Cloak:
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It brought in Lay-Elders could not write nor Read,
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It set publick Faith up, and pull'd down the Creed:
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Then let us endeavour, 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 Villians Elected,
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To plunder all those whom they thought disaffected:
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Then let us endeavour, 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 Tom Trumpeter and his Mate:
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In Pamphlets it writ many specious Epistles,
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To cozen poor Wenches of Bodkins and Whistles:
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
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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 Lords Battle Beloved;
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It bob-tayl'd the Gown,
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Put Prelacy down,
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It trod on the Myter 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 endeavour, 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 Plunder'd our Goods to secure our Estates;
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Then let us endeavour, 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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Though Cloak did not do't,
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He set it on Foot,
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By Rallying and calling his Journey-men to't:
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For never had come such a Bloody Disaster,
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If Cloak had not first drawn a Sword to his Master:
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Then let us endeavour, etc.
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Though some of them went hence,
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By sorrowful Sentence,
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This lofty long Cloak is not mov'd to Repentance;
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But he and his Men,
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Twenty Thousand times ten,
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Are plotting to do their Tricks over agen:
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But let this proud Cloak to Authority stoop,
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Or CATCH will provide him a Button and Loop:
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That basely did sever the Head from the Crown.
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Let's 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 Righteously 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 there's one Deity doth over-reign us,
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One Faith, and one Form, & one Church may contain us:
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Then peace, Truth and plenty, our Kingdom will Crown,
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And all popish plots and their plotters shall down.
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