The History of the Second Death
OF THE
RUMP.
To the Tune of, The Parliament sate as snugg as a Cat.
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I.
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COme buy my fine Dity
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Of News from the City,
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As it was told in Devonshire;
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The Pimp that wipes weekly
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Your Breech Politickly
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Sells not so much Truth in a Qaire.
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II.
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Tom Kings-man, near undone
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With long stay in London,
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Last week to the Country did gallop,
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Where he took Cavaliers
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With his News by the ears,
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As they did the Pot to drink all--up.
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III.
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Quoth he, I once went
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To th' late Parliament,
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Whose Members (when I had seen 'em)
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Made me think of a Rat,
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That was caught by a Cat,
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And eat up to the Tayl, that is venom.
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IV.
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But yet to the stump
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Of that Poysonous Rump,
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Th' Old Mouth, did soder in season;
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And when that was done,
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Like a Lay-Elder Gun,
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It stunk at both ends of High Treason.
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V.
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The Monster did come
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Of mere Mouth and Bum,
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Most cunningly thus compacted,
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That if question'd it were,
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For Mischief done there,
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It might swear, 'twas by No Body acted.
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VI.
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O' th' Nature and name
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Of each Member that came,
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Should I give a full relation,
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You'ld guesse by the stink,
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That I rak't in the Sink,
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And Common-shore of the whole Nation.
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VII.
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Religions you might
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Find all there, but the right;
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For through the same Sieve they ran,
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Which Noll us'd before
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To sift the House 'ore,
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Till nothing was left but the Bran.
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VIII.
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But of those they had,
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Division being made
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By Fortune's hand (which is uncertain)
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Some Members got many,
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Some few, some not any,
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As Nevil complain'd, and Martin.
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IX.
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Indeed from Usurpers
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They freed us, and our -- Purse,
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And prayse of Thanks had been their hire,
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For taking us than
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Out o' th' Frying-pan,
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Had they not cast us into the fire.
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X.
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For Cromwell they voted
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A Tyrant, though rotted,
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when they first footed their Game,
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Hee'd not let 'em tarry
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To prey on the Quarry,
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But gorged himself on the same.
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XI.
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And King Oli-ver's Sons,
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(Like Prince-playing Whore-sons,
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That on too high parts had ventur'd)
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They strip't with a hisse
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Of their State-Properties,
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And exeunt two Fools as they enter'd.
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XII.
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What else they do,
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By our Purses we knew,
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As well as that scribling Knave Nedham;
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Some good Laws they un-did,
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And some bad they founded,
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And shortned our Chain for our Freedom.
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XIII.
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To quell this fierce Monster,
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A Knight did anon-stir,
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Who wanted Arms; yet from a Waggon
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O' th' Pope's hee'd take none,
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But from Prester-John,
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And so St. George fell by the Dragon.
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XIV.
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Then Lambert's Wife chid him,
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And (like Cromwell) bid him
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Confound it, and mount the Throne royal,
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Your Weapon's as long
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Quoth she and as strong,
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Myself of 'em both have made tryal.
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XV.
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He find's th' Anabaptist,
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For his purpose aptist,
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And treds the steps of Knipper Dolin,
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He fasts, and he prays,
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I' th' new canting phrase,
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As if heav'n were taken with drolling.
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XVI.
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Some Packs he inveagles,
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O' th' blood-coated Beagles,
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To's partie, the Rump-men did so to,
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And victuall'd so well,
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Th' adjacent fort Hell,
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As if they no other would go to.
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XVII.
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Little John thus did draw,
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Robin th' Out-law,
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(Good King) to try who should have thy Deer,
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And thus for both poysons,
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A quarrel did rise once
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Betwixt the foul Toad and the Spider.
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XVIII.
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Bold Lambert advanced,
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He picquier'd, and pranced,
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And's partie with speeches did urge on,
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But though he and Morley
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Did snarl and look surly,
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They cheated the De'il, and the Chirurgion.
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XIX.
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For soon the Red-coat,
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(Who'l not fight, but Vote)
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When Lamberts side stronger was found,
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By (at least) two foot,
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And a Trooper to boot,
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Did let the Rump fall to the ground.
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XX.
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And with General Lenthall,
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The House they ore went all,
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Religion and Laws they ne're stood on,
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But sought still to hold,
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Ill got Land and Gold,
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Which first made the Old Cause a Good one.
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XXI.
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So fell th' aged sway,
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Of five months and a day,
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We yet see no heir apparent,
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But from scabberd pregnant,
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Expect Posthume regnant,
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If Midwife Monck kindly take care on 't.
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XXII.
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The Sword-men addresse to 's,
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Pleas, and Manifestos,
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Which shew 'em lesse honest than crafty,
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Whilst a Tyrannous crew,
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Our dangers renew,
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That's call'd a Committee of Safety.
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XXIII.
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But Fleetwood and Whitlock,
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(The Law's cunning Picklock)
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With Salloway and Vane, two prime praters,
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Lov'd Treason so well,
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That agen to 't they fell,
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And betray'd ev'n their own fellow Traytors.
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XXIV.
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In 's villany Bradshaw,
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Of constancy made shew,
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For scorning Repentance as fickle,
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His life he soon ended,
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And to Hell descended,
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This of my faith is an Article.
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XXV.
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Yet Politicus,
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(The Deill's Succubus,
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To teem for his commendation)
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Advizes us all
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To mourn, and we shall,
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Whil'st that Hell-hound yelps in our Nation.
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XXVI.
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And now Lamberts Cohorts,
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And Monks (which makes woe hearts)
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Do seem to contest, but anon,
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We ship-wrack't shall be,
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When they can agree,
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From what Coast the storm shall fall on.
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XXVII.
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Whilst Buff and Red-coats,
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Are sanctifi'd notes,
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Of Christ's, and his Gospel's Protectors,
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But 'mong themselves solely,
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Do they passe for Holy,
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As Bessus and 's Swordmen for Hectors.
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XXVIII.
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They that hear'd this story,
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First sigh'd, and were sorry,
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To hear of poor Englands confusion,
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Then drank a full Bowl,
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To that Royal soul,
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That must settle all in conclusion.
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