BUMM-FODER
OR,
WASTE-PAPER
Proper to wipe the Nation's RUMP with, or your Own.
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FRee quarter in the North is grown so scarce,
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That Lambertwith all his men of Mars
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Have submitted to kiss the Parliaments Arse,
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Which nobody can deny.
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If this should prove true, (as we do suppose)
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Tis such a wipe as the RUMP and all's Foes
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Could never give to old Olivers nose:
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Which, etc.
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Theres a Proverb come to my mind not unfit,
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When the head shal see the RUMP all be-shit,
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Sure this must prove a most lucky hit:
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Which etc.
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Theres another Proverb which every Noddy
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Wil jeer the RUMP with, and cry Hoddy Doddy,
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Here's a Parliament all Arse and no Body.
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Which etc.
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Tis a likely matter the world wil mend
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When so much blood and treasure we spend,
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And yet begin again at the wrong End:
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Which etc.
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We have been round and round about twirl'd,
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And through much sad confusions hurl'd,
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And now we are got into the arse of the world:
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Which etc.
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But 'tis not all this our courage wil quail,
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Or make the brave Seamen to the RUMP strike sail,
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If we can have no head, we wil have no Tail:
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Which etc.
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Then let a Free-Parliament be turnd trump,
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And nere think any longer the Nation to mump
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With your pocky, perjur'd, damnd, old Rump:
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Which etc.
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But what doth Rebel Rump make here
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When their proper place (as Will. Pryn doth swear)
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Is at the Devils arse in Derbyshire:
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Which etc.
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Then thither let us send them a tilt,
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For if they stay longer, they wil us beguilt
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With a Government that is loose in the Hilt:
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Which etc.
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Youl find it set down in Harringtons Moddle,
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Whose brains a Commonwealth do so coddle,
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That t'as made a Rotation in his noddle:
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Which etc.
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is a pitiful pass you men of the Sword
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Have brought yourselves to, that the Rumps your Lord,
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And Arsie-Versie, must be the word,
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Which, etc.
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Our powder and shot you did freely spend,
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That the Head you might from the Body rend,
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And now you are at us with the But-end,
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Which; etc.
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Old Martin and Scot have still such an itch,
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That they will with the Rump try to'ther twitch;
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And Lenthal can gtease a fat Sow in the britch:
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Which, etc.
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Thats a thing that would please the Butchers and Cooks,
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To see this stinking Rump quite off the hooks,
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And Jack-Daw go to pot with the Rooks.
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Which, etc.
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This forward Sir John (who the Rump did never fail)
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Against Charles Stuart, in a Speech did rail;
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But men say it was without head or tail,
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Which, etc.
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Just such is the Government wee live under,
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Of a Parliament thrice cut in sunder;
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And this hath made us the worlds wonder,
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Which, etc.
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Old Noll when we talkt of Magna Charta,
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Did prophecy well we should all smart-a,
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And now wee have found his RUMPS Magna Fart-a,
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Which, etc:
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But I can't think Monck (though a Souldier and sloven)
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To be kin to the Fiend, whose feet are cloven,
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Nor will creep i'th Rumps Arse, to bake in their Oven,
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Which, etc.
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Then since he is coming, e'ne let him come
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From the North to the South, with Sword and Drum,
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To beat up the quarters of this lewd Bum;
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Which, etc.
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And now of this Rump I'le say no more,
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Nor had I begun, but upon this score,
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There was something behind, which was not before;
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Which, etc.
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