A MODE:
THE
Cities profound Policie, in delivering themselves,
their City, their Works and Ammunition, into the pro-
tection of the ARMIE.
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BRave Citizens, you have done well,
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To make your slaves your Masters;
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Your policie it doth excell,
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Your Groomes will be your Tasters.
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My Lord Mayor, and the Aldermen,
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Your Gownes must make them breeches;
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And if you doe retort agen,
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They'l make you eat your Speeches.
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O brave Common-Counsell men,
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O brave Trained-Bands!
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When do you think to get again
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The staffe in your owne hands?
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2
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Th' Apprentices did vapour much,
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They'd bang the Army soundly,
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And yet their valour proved such,
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They durst not go to't roundly:
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Massey was made the Generall
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Of all your mighty Forces;
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But when he on the Foe should fall,
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He wanted men and horses.
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O brave Common-Counsell men,
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O brave Trained-Bands!
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When do you thinke to get again
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The staffe in your owne hands?
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3
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Wher's Hollis now and Stapleton,
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Jack Maynard and Clotworthy?
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And where is Prynne and Poyntz now gone,
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To purge them of the scurvy?
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And Glyn and Lewis have left all,
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Within at six and sevens;
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And Waller's gone to Glocester-Hall
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To visit Mrs. Stevens.
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O brave Common-Counsell men, etc.
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4
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The Souldiers now, even where they wish,
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Will in your Citie quarter,
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And 'fore you tast of every dish;
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And for your wives will barter.
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Your dainty ducks, whose soles nere treads
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Upon the earth that bears them,
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They now will towse upon your beds,
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Your Antlers nothing scares them.
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O brave Common-Counsell men, etc.
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5
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Sir Thomas now will make his peace,
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Even as his owne selfe listeth:
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And meanes to stew you in your grease,
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The Army with with him twisteth.
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New halters manie, for to hang
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Those that meant to oppose him,
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Tell truth, do not your hearts cry twang,
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That ere at first you chose him?
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O brave Common-Counsell men, etc.
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6
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And now the Royallists will sing,
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Aloud Vive le Roy;
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The Commons will imbrace their King,
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With an unwonted joy:
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And where's now all your coine and toile,
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'Tis vanish'd into aire:
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You may get more, if that you moile
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Now at S. Bartholmews Faire.
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O brave Common-Counsell men, etc.
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7
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If Fairfax now his Soveraigne bring
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To London, to his People,
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Each Parish bells for joy shall ring,
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Till they knock down the steeple:
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And we Sir Thomas his renown
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Will like S. Georges hallow,
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Tom May shall all his acts write downe,
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Or Withers that Apollo.
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O brave Common-Counsell men, etc.
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8
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The Scots doe whine that they have lost
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Their hopes at once: deare Jockey,
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Thy fine Presbyterie quite is crost,
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The English doe but mock yee:
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The coine that is behind of pay,
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For selling of the King,
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You'l have the cleane contrary way,
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Sir Thomas will it bring.
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O Brave Common-Counsell men etc.
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The Trained Bands alas are tyr'd,
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Their works they cannot man them,
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And therefore have, the Army hyr'd,
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Who like to chaffe doe fan them:
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The Tower too great a trouble was,
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They wanted a Constable;
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And therefore they did bring't to passe,
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Sir Thomas might be able.
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O Brave Common-Counsell men, etc.
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10
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Case now doth doubt, calamitie
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Will seize on the Presbyterie,
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Calamie doubts, the case will bee
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So as to see't were pitie:
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The Synod now doth greatly doubt,
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That Bishops, and the Service,
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Will now once more be brought about,
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Before it please Tom Gervice,
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O brave Common-Counsell men etc.
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11
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Overton now may walke abroad,
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Stone walls are weak to hold him;
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As Lilburne that same Demie-god,
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Prophetickly hath told him:
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And you may goe, and shake your eares,
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Who had, and could not hold it,
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What you had strove for many yeares,
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And got; you now have sold it.
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O brave Common-Counsell men etc.
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12
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You need not now to Westminster
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To march with Fife and Drumme,
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The Army so your goods preferre,
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They will supplie your roome.
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The Modells now and you may lie,
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Abed till noone, and please yee;
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The Armie, will your place supplie,
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All this is done to ease yee.
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O brave Common-Counsell men etc.
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And now what doe ye lack fond men,
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Alas you wanted knowledge:
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Who would have thoght, when you had been
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So long at Gotham Colledge,
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You should not know to bargaine well,
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But so to maime your Charter:
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The after-Ages will you tell,
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You did not wisely barter.
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O brave Common-Counsell men
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O brave Trained-bands!
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When doe you think to get againe
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The staffe in your own hands?
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