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Beinecke Library - Broadsides By6
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A Proper New Brummigham Ballad to the Tune of
Hey then up go we.
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KNow now my Brethren Heaven is clear
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And all the Clouds are gone
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The Righteous now shall flourish
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And good dayes are coming on
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Come now my brethren and be glad
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And eke rejoyce with me
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Lawn sleeves and Rochetts shall go down
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And hey then up go we.
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We'l break the windows which the Whore
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Of Babylon hath painted
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And then when Popish Saints are down
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The Brownists shall be Sainted:
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There's neither Cross nor Crucifix
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Shall stand for men to see
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Romes Pride and Trumpery shall go down
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And hey, etc.
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Whatever the Popish hands have built
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Our hammer shall undoe,
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We'l break their pipes and burn their caps
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And pull down Churches too:
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We'l Exercise within the Groves
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And teach beneath the Tree
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We'l make a Pulpit of a Cart
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And hey, etc.
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We'l down with Deans and Prebens too
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But I rejoyce to tell you
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How then we will eat Pigg and Goose
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And Capon by the belly:
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We'l burn our Fathers witty Tombes
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And make the Schoolmen flee
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We'l down with all that smells of wit
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And hey, etc.
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We'l down with all the Versities
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Where Learning is profest,
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Because they practise and maintain
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The language of the Beast:
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We'l drive the Doctors out of doores
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And their Arts whereere they be
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We'l down with Arts and Learning both
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And hey, etc.
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The Ramping Beast amongst the rest
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Which are in Churches painted,
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The Unicorn you know whose horn
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Our Fathers oft have dented:
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The Crosses in the Lions Crown
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As superstitious be
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Methinks the times cry pull 'um down
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And hey, etc.
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The name of Lords shall be abhorr'd
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For every man's a Brother,
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No reason why in Church or State
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One man shall rule another:
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But when the change of Government
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Shall set her fingers free
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We'l make the wanton Sifter stoop
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And hey, etc.
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And when the Antichristian Crew
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Be crusht and overthrown
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We'l teach the Nobles how to bow
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And keep the Gentry down:
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Good manners hath an ill report
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And turn'd to pride you see
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Therefore we'l cry good manners down
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And hey, etc.
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If that the King and Parliament
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Accord not both together
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We have more cause to be content
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This is our sun-shine weather:
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But if Reason should take place,
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That they should once agree
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Woe! would be to the Fanaticks case
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And hey then down go we.
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If Parliaments will give consent
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By us for to be guided
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Then Protestants they shall not want
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What Papists have abided:
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They straight to Tyburn shall be drawn,
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Where Ketch shall make them free:
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But if once we see him cut them down
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Then hey etc.
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These Protestants who can abide?
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They be fools in our conceit,
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We'l pull them down on every side
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Like Tares amongst the Wheat;
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Though they pull up some Romish Weeds
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Whereby to set them free,
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Yet we'l sow our Seditious Seeds;
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And hey etc.
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What shall we do now in this Case?
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Let's put it to a venture?
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If we can hold out seven years space
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We'l Sue forth our Indenture;
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A time may come to make us Rue,
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And time may set us free,
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Except the Gallows claim her due:
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And hey then up go we.
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London printed in the Year 1681.
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