The BALLAD of the CLOAK:
Or, The Cloaks Knavery.
To the Tune of, From Hunger and Cold, or Packingtons Pound.
Come buy my new Ballet, I have't in my Wallet, But 'twill not I fear please every Pallet: Then mark what ensu'th, I
swear by my Youth, That every Line in my Ballad is truth: A Ballad of Wit, a brave Ballad of worth, 'Tis newly printed, and
newly come forth. 'Twas made of a Cloak that fell out with a Gown, that crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
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I'le 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 Pray'rs,
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Imprison'd Lord May'rs,
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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 Cloke,
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In good time be it spoke,
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That kill'd many thousands, but never struck stroke:
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With Hatchet and Rope,
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The Forlorn Hope,
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Did joyn 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 brought in the Turk.
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Then let us endeavour, etc.
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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 Bag-pipes, and pull'd down the Organs:
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The Pulpits 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 could 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, etc.
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This pious imposter
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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 Commandements down,
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And set up twice Twenty times ten of it's 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, etc.
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To blind Peoples Eyes,
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This Cloak was so wise,
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It took off Ship-mony, but set up Excize:
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Men brought in their Plate,
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For Reasons of State,
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And gave 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, etc.
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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 Lards Battels 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 Miter 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 shoot at the King.
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Then let us endeavour, etc.
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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 Men's 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, etc.
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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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Though Cloak did not do't,
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He set it on Foot,
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By rallying and calling his Journy-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, etc.
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Though some of them went hence
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By sorrowful Sentence,
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This loftie long Cloak is not mov'd to Repentance;
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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 agen:
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But let this proud Cloak to Authority stoop,
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Or DVN 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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Let's pray, That the King,
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And His Parliament,
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In Sacred and Secular Things may consent;
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So Righteously firm,
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And Religiously free;
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That Papists and Atheists suppressed may be.
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And as there's one Deity doth over-reign us,
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One Faith, and one Form, and one Church may contain us.
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Then Peace, Truth and Plenty, our Kingdom will crown,
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And all Popish Plots and their Plotters shall down.
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