ROOME FOR
CUCKOLDS:
OR MY
LORD LAMBERTS
ENTRANCE
INTO
SODOME and GOMORRAH.
To the Tune, Is there no more Cuckolds but I.
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YOu Cowd-hearted Citizens,
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What is your Damn'd pretence
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To keep yourselves within your Beds,
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and not Fight for your Prince;
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Whose Majesty should you behold.
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your shames would breed your woe;
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And then (like Fooles) you will cry out,
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Cuckolds all-a-Row.
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Ther's some of you have Bishops Lands,
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do so much Clogg your Heels,
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That now you cannot sturr, whereas
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else, you would Run on Wheels:
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But yet I hope a time will come,
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when you shall be made know,
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And told unto your Faces, that you are
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Cuckolds all-a-Row.
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But yet for one most Reverend Act,
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you are to be Commended;
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That through your Rams-head Zeal you have
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your Brother RUMP befriended.
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To set them in the Parliament House,
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Their Wisdomes for to show;
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But they and you are all alike
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Cuckolds all-a-Row.
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Yet I advise you, set this Rump,
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in Salt, for fear of Stinking?
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'Twill fall unto the DIVELS share,
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because 'tis his by drinking:
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In spight of all their ACTS, and LAWS,
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Hee'l carry them down below
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Then HELL, and CITY like to like,
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Cuckolds all-a-Row.
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I doubt, your LAMBERT is undone,
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and now he may goe Preach;
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For 'ts the English all-a-moade,
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For every Rogue to Teach:
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Hee'l Nose it bravely in a Tub,
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to let the CITY know
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That they'l be Damn'd unless they Dip,
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Couckoldb all-a-Row.
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But where's your mighty Fleetwood now,
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His Honour's worn to the Stump;
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Hee'l serve Ambassador to HELL,
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to make way for the RUMP.
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And thus KING-killers one by one
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will to the Devil goe,
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Upon the CITY Asses backs, like
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Cuckolds all-a-Row.
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And now now Cow-hearts, look to your Shops,
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the RED-COATS will you Fright,
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And Plunder you, because they know
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your HORNS hang in your Light:
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No matter, for YOU have been the cause
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of all the Kingdomes Wo,
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And do deserve still to be call'd
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Cuckolds all-a-Row.
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But if that you will Honest grow,
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and doe a glorious thing;
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Which is, to Rowse and take your ARMS
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and Fight for CHARLS your KING:
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Which ACT your Credits will regain,
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and all the World shall know
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That you no more shall, then be call'd
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Cuckolds all-a-Row.
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