The Parliament Routed:
OR,
Here's a House to be let.
I hope that England after many jars,
Shall be at peace, and give no way to Wars
O Lord protect the General, that He
May be the Agent of our Unity.
To the Tune of, Lucina: OR, Merrily and cherrily.
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CHeer up kind Countrey-men be not dismaid
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True newes I can tell ye concerning the Nation,
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Hot Spirits are quenched, the tempest is laid
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(and now we may hope for a good Reformation)
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The Parliament bold, and their members of late
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(Do wish them beyond Sea, or else at Virginie)
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For now all their Orders are quite out of date
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Twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.
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Ful twelve years and more these Rooks they have sat
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To gull and to cozen all true-hearted People,
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Our gold and our silver has made them so fat
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That they loockt more big & mighty then Pauls steeple,
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The freedom of Subject they much did pretend
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But since they bare sway we never had any,
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For every Member promoted self-end
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Twelve Parliament men are now sold for a peny.
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Their Acts & their Orders which they have contrivd
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Was still in conclusion to multiply Riches
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The Common-wealth sweetly by these men have thriv'd
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As Lancashire did with the Juncto of Witches)
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Our freedom was chaind to the Egyptian Poak,
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As it hath been felt and endured by many,
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Stil making Religion their author and cloak,
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Twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.
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Both Citie and Countrey are almost undone
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By these Caterpillars which swarm'd in the Nation,
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Their Imps & their Goblins did up & down run,
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Excize-men I mean, all Knaves of a fashion,
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For all the great treasure that daily came in
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The Soldier wants pay 'tis well known by a many,
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To chest and to cozen they held it no sin
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Twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.
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The Land & the Livings which these men have had
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'Twold make one admire what use they've made of it,
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With Plate and with Jewels they have bin wel clad,
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The Souldier fare hard whilst they got the profit:
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Our gold and our silver to Holland they sent,
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But being found out; this is known by a many
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That no one would own it for fear of a shent,
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Twelve Parliament men are sold for a peny.
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Tis judg'd by most people that they were the cause
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Of England and Holland their warring together,
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Both friends & deer Lovers to break civil Lawes,
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And in cruel manner to kill one another;
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What car'd they how many did lose their deer lives
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So they by the bargain did get peoples money,
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Sitting secure like Bees in their Hives,
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But twelve Parliament men are now sold for a peny.
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The Second Part.
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THey voted, unvoted, as fancie did guide
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to passe away time; but increasing their treasure
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(When Jack is on Cock-horse he'l galloping ride,
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But falling at last, he'l repent it at leasure)
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The Widow, the Fatherlesse, Gentry, and Poor,
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The tradesman and Citizen, with a great many,
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Have suffer'd full deerly to heap up their store,
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But twelve Parliament men shal be sold for a peny.
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These Burdens and Grievances England hath felt
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So long and so heavie, our hearts are e'vn broke,
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Our Plate, Gold, & Silver, to themselves thea've delt
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(all this is too true, in good time be it spoken)
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For a man to rise high, and at last to fall low
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It is a discredit; this Lot falls to many:
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But 'tis no great matter these men to serve so,
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Twelve Parliament men now are sold for a peny.
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The General perceiving their lustful desire
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To covet more treasure, being puft with ambition,
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By their Acts and their Orders to set all on fire
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Pretending Religion to rout Superstition;
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He bravely commanded the Soldiers to go
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In the Parliament-house, in defiance of any,
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To which they consented, and now you do know
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That twelve Parliament men may be sold for a peny.
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The Souldiers undanted laid hold on the Mace,
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And out of the Chair they removed the Speaker,
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The Great-ones were then in a pityful case,
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(And Tavee cry'd out, All her cold must forsake her)
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Thus they were routed; pluckt out by the eares.
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The House was soon empty and rid of a many
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Usurpers, that sat there this 13 long Years,
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Twelve Parliament men, etc.
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To their several Homes away they were sent,
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As they have sent others, but since captivated,
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O what will become of this old Parliament------
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And all their Compeers that were Royally stated
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What they have deserved I wish they may have,
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And 'tis the desire I know of a many,
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For us to have freedom, O that will be brave!
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But twelve Parliament-men, etc.
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Let's pray for the General and all his brave Train,
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He may be an Instrument for England's blessing,
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Appointed in Heaven to free us again,
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For this is the way of our Burdens redressing,
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For England to be in Glory once more,
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It would satisfie, I know, a great many;
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But ending, I say, as I said before,
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Twelve Parliament men now are sold for a peny.
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