THE
GANG
OR THE
NINE WORTHIES AND CHAMPIONS,
LAMBERT, etc.
To the Tune of ROBIN HOOD
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IT was at the Birth of a Winters morn,
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With a Hey down down a down down,
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Before the Crow had pist,
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That nine Hero's in scorn
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Of a Parliament forlorn,
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Walk'd out with Sword in fist.
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Johnne Lambert was First, a dapper Squire,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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A mickler man of might
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was ne're in York-shire;
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And he did conspire
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With Vane Sir Harry a Knight.
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Desborow next, a goodlier swain,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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An Easter Sun nere see;
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He drove on amain
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Without any brain,
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Such a jolthead knave was he.
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Kelsey was a brave button-maker,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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As ever set mould upon scewer;
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And this wise-Aker
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Was a great pains taker,
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T' make Lamberts Nose look blewer.
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The Devout and Holy Major Creed,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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I known't of what Faith or Sect,
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Had mounted a Steed,
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And vow'd he would bleed
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'Fore Lambert should be checkt.
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Duckenfield (Steel was nere so true,)
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With a Hey down, etc.
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And as wise as ere was Toby
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Lay in the Purlew.
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The Cock-pit Avenue,
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To hinder the Speakers Go-by.
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A man of Stomack in the next Deal,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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Was hungry Colonel Cobbet,
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He would eat at a Meale,
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A whole Commonweale,
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And make a Joint but a Gobbet.
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The following Champion is Barrow,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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An Ominous name for a Swine-Herd,
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He flew like an Arrow,
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Thither, whence Lord Harry
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But durst not draw his Whinyeard.
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Room for Packer a toyling Ditcher,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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He had set his Spade on edge,
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He hop't to be Richer
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By being a Britcher
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And Lambert his Stake in the hedge.
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For Nobilities sake we may not forget,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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That Valiant Mars his true Son,
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His Cobling Feat,
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Lack't a Parliament Seat
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That Marks-man one eyed Hewson.
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These being aided with Red Coat & Creepers,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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After a short Dispute
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The Liberty Keepers,
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Were made boo-peepers
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And the Speaker strucken Mute.
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But well said Sir Arthur, what time of the day?
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With a Hey down, etc.
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The Parliament's now in their Prime
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They stand at a Bay,
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And have mist their Prey
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And Cowardly curse the time,
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The second Part.
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Now Johnne is gone to the North Country.
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With a Hey down, etc.
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And glad he is to Retire,
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He crys Cramme O Cree,
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Have mercy on me
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My tail is set a Fire.
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And Desborough gotten into his Farm.
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With a Hey down, etc.
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Untill they doe him need
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'Meant the House no harm,
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But took it for a Barn
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His Lord & he's not agreed.
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Kelsey is praying for the Dole,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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Of the Hospital thats Suttons
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He is out of the Roll,
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And hath ne're a Loap-Hole
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And now his Arse maks Buttons.
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And Creed will now believe Sir Arthur,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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His Steed is Chop't for a Jade
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He will be a Carter,
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Before a Martyr,
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And is turned Renegade.
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Duckenfeld's in a pitiful Case,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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The Speakers Horses and Coach,
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Were at stake with the Mace,
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And he's thrown Aums Ace
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Tyburn owes him a reproach.
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By being too greedy Colonel Cobbet,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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H'as got a Bone in his throat
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He hath sighed and sobbed
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And grievously throbbed,
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But it will not help the choak.
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Pray take your turn too Mr. Barrow,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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What think you of your Plot?
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Your Sow would not Farrow,
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The Hang-mans Harrow
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That Hurdle will be your Lot.
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Tye him up DUN, 'tis Goodman Packer,
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With a Hey down, etc.
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That would set up another Nose
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Had he been a Backer
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As Colonel Hacker,
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H'ad liv'd in spight of his Foes.
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Hewson's Companions as scabby as Coots,
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With a Hey down down a down down.
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Have infected him with the mange,
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They have pist in his boots,
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He must cry roots,
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And TURN OUT to Turnup must change.
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