THE
Cloak's KNAVERY,
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COme buy my new Ballad,
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I have't in my Wallet.
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But 'twill not I fear please every Palate:
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Then mark what ensu'th,
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I swear by my Youth,
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That every Line in my Ballad is Truth:
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A Ballad of Wit, a brave Ballad of Worth,
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'Tis newly printed, and newly come forth.
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made of a Cloak that fell out with a Gown,
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That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
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I'll tell you in brief,
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A Story of Grief,
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Which happen'd when Cloak was Commander in chief;
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It tore Common-Prayers;
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Imprison'd Lord-Mayors;
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In one day it voted down Prelates and Players;
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It made people perjur'd in point of Obedience,
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And the Covenant did cut off the Oath of Allegiance.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom and crippl'd the Crown.
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It was a black Cloak,
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In good time be it spoke,
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That kill'd many thousands and never struck stroke;
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With Hatchet and Rope,
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The forlorn hope,
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Did join with the Devil to pull down the Pope:
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It set all the Sects in the City to work,
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And rather than fail 'twould have bring in the Turk.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom and crippl'd the Crown.
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It seiz'd on the Tow'r-Guns,
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Those fierce Demi-Gorgons;
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It brought in the Bagpipes and pull'd down the Organs;
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The Pulpit did smoak,
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The Churches did choak;
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And all our Religion was turn'd to a Cloak:
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It brought in Lay Elders cou'd not Write nor Read;
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It set Publick Faith up, and pull'd down the Creed.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom and crippl'd the Crown;
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This pious Impostor
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Such fury did foster,
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It left us no penny nor no Pater Noster:
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It threw to the Ground
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Ten Commandments down,
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And set up twice twenty times ten of its own:
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It routed the King, and Villains elected,
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To plunder all those whom they thought disaffected.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom and crippl'd the Crown.
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To blind People's Eyes,
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This Cloak was so wise,
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It took off Ship money, but set up Excise:
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Men brought in their Plate,
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For Reasons of State,
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And give it to Tom Trumpeter and his Mate:
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In Pamphlets it writ many specious Epistles,
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To cozen poor Wenches of Bodkins and Whistles,
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom and crippl'd the Crown.
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In Pulpits it moved,
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And was much approved,
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For crying out --- Fight the Lord's Battle beloved.
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It bobtayl'd the Gown,
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Put Prelacy down,
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It trod on the Mitre to reach at the Crown:
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And into the Field it an Army did bring,
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|| To aim at the Council, but shot at the King.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom and crippl'd the Crown.
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|| The Pra-
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ctice of the
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present Whigs
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It raised up States,
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Whose politick Pates
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Do now keep their Quarters on the City Gates:
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To Father and Mother,
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To Sister and Brother,
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It gave a Commission to kill one another.
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It took up mens Horses at very low Rates,
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And plunder'd our Goods to secure our Estates.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom and crippl'd the Crown.
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This Cloak did proceed
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To a damnable Deed,
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It made the best Mirror of Majesty bleed:
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ThoCloak did not do't,
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He set it on Foot,
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By rallying and calling his Journey-men to't;
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For never had come such a bloody Disaster,
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If Cloak had not first drawn a Sword at his Master.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom and crippl'd the Crown.
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Though some of them went hence
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By sorrowful Sentence,
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This lofty long Cloak is not mov'd to Repentence,
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But he and his Men,
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Twenty thousand times ten
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Are plotting to do their Tricks over again:
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But let this proud Cloak to Authority stoop,
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Or CATCH will provide him a Button and Loop:
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That basely did sever the Head from the Crown.
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