St. GEORGE
FOR
ENGLAND.
To the Tune of Cook Laurell.
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THe Westminster Rump hath been little at ease,
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Of which you have heard enough one would think,
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And therefore wee'l lay it aside if you please,
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For the more we do stir in 't the more it will stink.
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These County resolves for a Parliament free,
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Makes the Rump smell worse than it did of late,
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For now it runs down their heels you may see,
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You may call them our Privy-Members of State.
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But why should this Rump deal so roughly with Kent?
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When England was conquer'd they were scot-free,
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Must they for declaring of all men be shent?
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But long-tail and bob-tail can never agree.
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'Tis much disputed who Antichrist is,
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I think 'tis this Rump, nor am I in jest,
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For indeed, although of the number it miss,
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Of this I am sure t' has the mark of the Beast.
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I cannot believe that our General Monk
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Intends to protect it, hee's not such a Fool;
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For if he were rightly inform'd how it stunk,
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He never would joyn with such Grooms of the Stool.
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Though 't be not whole Antichrist, 'tis the worst part,
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By it both the Pope and the Turk are out done,
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If it be not the head, nor the feet, nor the heart,
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'Tis the Rump of the Whore of Babylon.
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So pocky, so stinking, so cheating to boot,
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That he that has got but an eye or a nose,
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Would never bestride it, Then why should you do 't?
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And make the poor Devil his stationship lose.
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If I might advise him, he should not come near it,
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The scent of that house is naught for his Gout,
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And for his Army too; he may well fear it,
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'Tis enough to infect both his horse and his foot.
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Nor would I wish him to come to Whitehall,
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For that hath been an unfortunate place;
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From thence Noll was fetchd, and Dick had his fall:
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And George may take heed that it be not his Case.
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I remember the time when you fought for the King,
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And the Cause was good, though you did not prevail.
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O let not the Boyes in the Streets now sing,
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He was once for the Head, but now for the Tayl.
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Then George for England strike up thy Drum,
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And do thy devoir this Rump to destroy,
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That Noble King Charles the second may come,
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And our Streets may eccho with Vive le Roy.
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And if He shall come by thy Valour and Might,
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In that brave Exploit thou'lt have more to brag on,
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Than ere had Saint George that valiant Knight,
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Who rescued the Maid by killing the Dragon.
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Then lay by the thought of a Parliament free,
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But first bring the King in if you be wise,
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For without King and Lords there none can be;
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Twill be but a Rump of a bigger sise.
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You know how to do it, and needs not much scholing,
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All that you need to say, is let it be don,
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Then why should you stand delaying and fooling,
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You fought for the Father, why not for the Son?
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If you do not do 't much honour you'l lose,
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Which he and we mean you, for this we do know,
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That in spight of the Rump and all other his foes,
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He will be brought in whether you will or no.
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