THE
RE-RESURRECTION
Of the
RUMP:
Or, Rebellion and Tyranny revived.
The third Edition. To the Tune of the Blacksmith.
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IF none be offended with the Sent,
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Though I foul my Mouth, Ile be content,
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To sing of the Rump of a Parliament,
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Which nobody can deny.
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I have sometimes fed on a Rump in Sowse,
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And a man may imagine the Rump of a Lowse;
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But till now was ne're heard of the Rump of a House,
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Which nobody can deny.
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There's a Rump of Beefe, and the Rump of a Goose,
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And a Rump whose Neck was hang'd in a Noose;
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But ours is a Rump can play fast and loose,
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Which nobody can deny.
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A Rump had Jane Shore, and a Rump Messaleen,
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And a Rump had Antonyes resolute Queen;
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But such a Rump as ours is, never was seen,
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Which nobody can deny.
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Two short years together we English have scarce
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Been rid of thy rampant Nose (Old Mars)
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But now thou hast got a prodigious Arse,
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Which nobody can deny.
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When the parts of the Body did all fall out,
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Some votes it is like did pass for the Snout;
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But that the Rump should be King was never a doubt,
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Which nobody can deny.
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A Cat has a Rump, and a Cat has nine Lives,
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Yet when her heads off, her Rump never strives;
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But our Rump from the grave hath made two Retrives,
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Which nobody can deny.
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That the Rump may all their Enemies quail,
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They'l borrow the Devils Coat of Mayl,
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And all to defend their Estate in Tayl,
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Which nobody can deny.
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But though their Scale now seem to be the Upper,
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There's no need of the charge of a Thanksgiving supper,
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For if they be the Rump, the Army's their Crupper,
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Which nobody can deny.
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There is a saying belongs to the Rump,
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Which is good, although it be worn to the Stump,
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That on the Buttocks Ile give thee a Thump
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Which nobody can deny.
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There's a Proverb in which the Rump claims a part,
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Which hath in it more of Sence than of Art,
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That for all you can do, I care not a Fart,
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Which nobody can deny.
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There's another Proverb gives the Rump for his Crest,
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But Alderman Atkins made it a Jest,
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That of all kind of Lucks, shitten Luck is the best,
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Which nobody can deny.
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There is another Proverb that never will fail,
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That the good the Rump will do when they prevail,
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Is to give us a Flop with a Fox-tail,
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Which nobody can deny.
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There is a Saying which is made by no Fools;
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I never can hear on't but my Heart it cools,
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That the Rump will spend all we have in Close-Stoo's
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Which nobody can deny.
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There's an Observation wise and deep,
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Which without an Onion will make me to weep;
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That Flyes will blow Maggots in the Rump of a Sheep,
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Which nobody can deny.
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And some that can see the Wood from the Trees,
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Say this Sanctify'd Rump in time we may leese;
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For the Cooks do challenge the Rumps for their Fees.
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Which nobody can deny.
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When the Rump do sit we will make it our Moane,
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That a reason be 'nacted if there be not one,
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Why a Fart hath a Tongue, and a Fyest hath none?
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Which nobody can deny.
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And whil'st within the Walls they Lurk,
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To satisfy us, will be a good work;
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Who hath most Religion, the Rump, or the Turk,
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Which nobody can deny.
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A Rump's a Fag-end, like the Baulk of a Furrow,
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And is to the whole like the Jayl to the Burrough;
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T'is the Bran that is left, when the Meal is run thorough
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Which nobody can deny.
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Consider the World, the Heav'n is the head on't,
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The Earth is the middle, and we men are fed on't;
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But Hell is the Rump, and no more can be fed on't.
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Which nobody can deny.
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Flectere si nequeunt superos Archeronta movebunt.
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