King CHARLES his Glory,
And REBELS shame.
Collonel Hevvson.
To a pleasant New Tune: Or, The Crost Couple.
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CHARLES the first was a Noble King,
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Fa la la la la la.
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His Fame thorow all the world did ring,
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Fa la, etc.
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But in this he was to blame
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That after all his pomp and Fame,
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To lose himself at a Scottish Game.
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fa la, etc. Twas but a foolish thing.
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He was a Prince of courage stout,
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fa la, etc.
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Although his Glass was soon run out,
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fa la, etc.
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Behind him he left a Noble Stock,
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May give Traitors a handsom knock,
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For making a King submit to a block
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fa la, etc. Good things may wind about.
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then Husons Eye goes out[.]
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The blood that he lost as I suppose,
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fa la, etc.
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Caus'd fire to rise in Olivers Nose,
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This Ruling Nose did bear such a sway,
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It cast such a heat and shining ray,
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That England scarce knew night from day
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fa la, etc. Good Lord preserve his house.
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This Oliver was of Huntington,
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Born he was but a Brewers Son,
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fa la, etc.
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He soon forsook the Dray and Sling,
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And counted a Brew-house a petty thing,
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Unto the Stately Throne of a King.
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fa la, etc. It far surpast a Tun.
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But Oliver had a heart of Gall,
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fa la, etc.
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To murther his Prince at White-hall,
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fa la, etc.
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He swares whosoever is over the Main,
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Whether a French King or of Spain,
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Yet in England no King shall Raign.
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fa la, etc. Lest Nol himself should fall.
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Duke Humphrey was the first Protector,
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Henry the second the next Projector,
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Then thirdly Oliver he took place,
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But Lucifer soon removed his Grace,
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And set up yong Dick the fool of his race.
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fa la, etc. Dick loved a Cup of Nector
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No sooner was Dickee got up to the throne,
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But he considered 'twas none of his own,
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fa la, etc.
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And staring this way, and that way about,
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Desirous to be resolved of a doubt,
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In comes Lambert and turns him out.
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fa la; etc. So Lamberts courage was shown.
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Fleetwood desirous of the place,
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fa la, etc.
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Sends forth Lambert the Scots to face,
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fa la, etc.
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But in the strength of his desire,
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When he did intend poor Jocky to fire,
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His men forsook him and left him ith' mire.
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fa la, etc. Ay and that was his disgrace.
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Thus you perceive how some do rise,
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fa la, etc.
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And even surmount the Aerie Skies.
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fa la, etc.
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But when they are up they shall have a fall,
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Witness Fleetwood, blind Hewson, and all
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The Ragged Rout of a Coblers Stall.
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fa la, etc. Would Hewson had both his eyes.
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When Dame Fortune casteth a frown,
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fa la, etc.
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These upstart Gallants fall headlong down,
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I could wish they would view their own state,
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And Repent before tis to late,
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For fear lest a Gibbet will be their last fate,
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fa la, etc. Or whipping about the Town.
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Clear whitehall of Lobster and Goose,
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fa la, etc.
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Cast RUMPS and Kidneys out of the house,
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fa la, etc.
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Fetch in Charls from over the Main,
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Make Wars with Dutch men, peace with Spain,
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Then we shall have money and Trading again.
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fa la, etc. And then we care not a Lowse.
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Citizens look to your hits, I say,
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Let no Cobler preach uor pray,
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Tom Coblers gone the Lord knows whether,
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Lambert and he I hope are together,
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Now fetch in the King we shall have fair weather.
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fa la, etc. Whip Coblers run away.
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Blind Huson was not over kind,
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To run and leave his men behind,
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I wish we could find him by the scent,
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There's neither Law nor RUMP Parliament
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Should save him from death to give us content.
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Good People pitty the Blind.
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