The SAINTS Jubilee,
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The fullness of Joy to the sweet Singers of Sion.
---------olim haec meminisse juvabit.
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WHen first Petitions newly pen'd did fly,
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And Loyal Straffords head did bleeding ly.
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To satisfie the Peoples Cruelty,
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Our joys did then appear.
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When pious Laud unto the Tower was sent,
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And Commons House the King did circumvent,
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Obtaining a Triennial Parliament,
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Our joys did then increase.
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When Commons push'd the Bishops off their seats
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And by their Artifice and juggling feats,
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Fill'd up the House with pious frauds and cheats.
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Our joys, etc.
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When Pym with many more as good as he,
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Made us deny our Antient Liberty,
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And bid defiance to his Majesty,
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Our joys, etc.
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When Plotting Presbyter preach'd in the Nation,
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And snuffling through the nose was all in fashion,
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And Frenzy was mista'ne for Inspiration,
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Our joys, etc.
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When zealous Brethren gave their Silverware,
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And holy Sisters all that they could share,
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And all to fight the Beast call'd Common-Prayer,
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Our joys, etc.
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When it was voted for a foolish story,
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And Non-conformists (zealous of God's glory)
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Did all conform unto the Directory,
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Our joys, etc.
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When Cromwel led his men with canting words
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Fight, Saints, the Battel, now it is the Lords,
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Your weapons are long Prayers, but longer Swords,
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Our joys, etc.
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When from his Offices at first but small,
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Outwitting Essex, Fairfax, and em' all,
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He did advance himself to General,
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Our joys, etc.
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When Cobler-Hewson ran beyond his Last,
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First clean'd his waxen thumbs, then buckled fast
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His Sword about his Sanctified Wast.
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Our joys, etc,
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When Crop-ear'd Peters first set up to preach,
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Whose Lungs to Twentiethly Beloved could reach,
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Did from his Tub the Factious people teach,
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Our joys, etc.
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When the debate of No Lords, first arose,
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No House of Peers: No, we will have no Laws,
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Our Magna Charta is the Good old Cause.
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Our joys, etc.
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When we our Antient Liberties forsook,
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And made the Covenant our Statute-Book;
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Our Oracles were Bradshaw, Ireton, Cook.
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Our joys, etc.
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When Commons (they who durst do anything,
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Because the Lords submitted) did begin,
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Bold desperate Votes, and voted out the King.
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Our joys, etc,
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When Vote for Non-addresses made no stay,
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But most Victoriously did make its way,
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The Crown was stak'd for which the House did play.
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Our joys, etc.
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Another Vote! A new unheard of Court,
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High Court of Justice! All the House was for't;
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For here they knew would be the greatest sport.
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Our joys, etc.
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Here was the Head a second Prize lay'd down,
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Bradshaw soon won't and took it up; as soon,
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We had five hundred Heads instead of one.
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Our joys, etc.
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When Toleration for all Sects began,
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And Conscience was a Slave to ev'ry man,
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To Quaker, Independent, Puritan,
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Our joys, etc.
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When leave was given to act all Villany;
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I'de kill my friend, another should rob me,
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And neither of us ever questioned be.
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Our joys, etc.
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When there could be no breach of Priviledge,
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When Saints could sin by Licence, and alledge,
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That Robbing Churches was no Sacriledge.
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Our joys were then at full.
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