The last farewel of three bould Traytors.
Bloody Cromwel, bloody Bradshaw and Tyrant Ireton, who being drawn to Ty-
born upon two Sledges, January 30. 1661. the same day of the moneth as they Murdered
our Sovereign Lord King Charles the first, of ever blessed Memory, Cromwels Sledg comming
first to Tyborn, his Coffin was broken open, then a rope put about his Neck, by the Execu-
tioner, and drawn upon the South side of Tyborn, Bradshaw and Ireton, come on the second
Sledg, and Bradshaw was drawn up with a rope on the East side of Tyborn, and Ireton was hanged
on the North side; they did hang for the space of six or seaven hours, in the view of thousands
of people, then was their heads cut off by the Executioner, and their bones buried under Ty-
born, and their heads set where the Kings Majesty pleaseth.
To the Tune of, Oliver was of Huntington, etc.
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WHO did not hear of Olivers Nose,
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with a fa, la, la, la, la, lero.
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It was of the largest sise as I suppose,
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with a fa, la, etc.
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O he was excellent cunning and wise,
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And Craftily fooled the people with lies,
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And thought by his wit to surmount the Skies,
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with a fa, etc.
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He was a Souldier in time of the War,
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with a fa, etc,
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And he caused many a bloody scar,
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with a fa, etc.
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From a Captain unto a Lord Generall,
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And then a Protector at last of all
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And from that high stile he there caught a fall,
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with a fa, etc.
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But in the first place, he ruld as a King,
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with a fa, etc.
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He had his pleasure, the world in a sling,
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with a fa, etc.
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He had whatsoever with the beck of his fist,
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And commanded all men to what he list,
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And those that offended, he gave them the Twist,
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with a fa, etc.
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Then Noll at last fell mighty sick,
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with a fa, etc.
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Past the cure of man or Physick,
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with a fa, etc.
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When Nol was sulling sick and would dy,
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Beldum Jone hung she nither Chap awry,
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And having an Oynion she seemed to cry,
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with a fa, etc.
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Then a brave Tomb there must be made,
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with a fa, etc.
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And in it this Hector must be laid,
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with a fa, etc.
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And furder to worship their Idol beast,
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They every day made him a feast,
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After they had put, this bar-boone in his chest
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with a fa, etc.
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The Second part to the same Tune.
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BUt then brave Monck he turned the tide,
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with a fa la la la la lero,
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Threw Lambert and Haslerig out of their pride
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with a fa, etc.
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Brought in our King and the Traytors knapt,
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And many into a fast prison was clapt,
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But they wanted a tyrant underground wrapt
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with a fa, etc.
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Twas thought the great wind had him stole,
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with a fa, etc.
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At last they dived into a hole,
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with a fa, etc.
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And looking into the Volt round,
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Olivers Nose they quickly found,
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And two Traytors more that lay underground
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with a fa, etc.
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Then out of Westminster they lifted them hey,
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with a fa, etc.
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To the Sign of the Lyon all in one day,
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with a fa, etc.
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And then upon the thirtieth day,
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On sledges they did them convey,
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To Tiburn for to take their way,
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with a fa, etc.
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Oliver first to Tiburn came,
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with a fa, etc.
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The Sheriffe and his men for him made room,
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with a fa, etc.
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Then Squier Dun his Coffin burst,
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With a Rope Gaffer Cromwel up he trust,
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And when he came down his head off must,
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with a fa, etc.
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Then Bradshaw next that bloody Judg,
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with a fa, etc.
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To hang him up Dun did not grudge,
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with a fa, etc.
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Their did hang this bloody fiend,
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On Tyburn he had a stretching swing,
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And then next his head must be severed from him,
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with a fa, etc.
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Then Ireton next to make a Tryangle,
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with a fa, etc.
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They there by the Neck in a halter did dangle,
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with a fa, etc.
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Now these Traytors have lost their powers
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Who formerly had gaind Towns and Towers,
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Did hang at Tyborn six or seaven hours,
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with a fa, etc.
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Cromwel, Bradshaw, Ireton, farewel,
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with a fa, etc.
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A mess under Tiburn for the Devil of hell,
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with a fa, etc.
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From Tyburn they e're bid adiew,
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And there is an end of a stincking crew,
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I wish all may to their King prove true,
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With a fa la la la la lero.
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