THANKES TO THE
PARLIAMENT.
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COme let us cheere our hearts with lusty wine,
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Though Papists at the Parliament repine;
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And Rattle-Heads so busily combine
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That thou canst call thy Wife and Children thine,
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Thanke the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsells.
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Like silly Sheepe they did us daily sheare,
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Like Asses strong our backes were made to beare,
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Intollerable burdens, yeare by yeare,
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No hope, no helpe, no comfort did appeare,
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But from the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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With taxes, and Monopolies opprest,
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Ship-mony, Souldiers, Knighthood, and the rest,
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The Coate and Conduct-mony was no jest,
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Then think good neighbour how much we are blest
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In the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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Were not these plagues worse then a sweeping rot,
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O how unkindly did they use the Scot;
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But those bould blades did prove so fiery hot
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This swinging Bowle to them, this other Pot
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To the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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Who did regard our povertie, our teares,
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Our wants, our miseries, our many feares,
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Whipt, stript, and fairely banisht as appeares;
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You that are masters, now of your owne eares
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Blesse the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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Great paine to till the land ere it be sowne,
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And yet the bread we eate was not our owne,
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So greedy were those Catterpillers growne,
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But now the nest of filthy Birds are flowne
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From the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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At Country men, they had a deadly sting
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They would have pul'd us bare both taile and wing,
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And all for sooth for profit of the King,
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Are they not found false knaves in every thing
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By the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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Had not these theeves an Ore in every Boate,
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And still their wicked mallice is afloate,
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Would they not now perswad's to cut our throate,
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By printed Proclamations against the Vote,
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Of the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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See how this wise Assembly they abuse,
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And fill their heads with tittle tattle Newes,
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As if they were farre worse than Turkes and Jewes,
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Because they are the men whom we did chuse,
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For the great Councell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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Simion and Levy, Twins together joyn'd,
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In Alter-worship, let their flockes be pin'd,
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Why should men preach that have so little minde?
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This makes these Wolves so easily inclin'd
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the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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New tell me Tom, shall we thus cheated be,
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By Papists, Athiests, and the Hirarchie
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To fall from those who faine would set us free,
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And undergoe such care for thee and me,
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That great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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The bloody Papist act their Tragicke part,
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Though covered close with Subtilty and Art,
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The Prelates have their Spoke in the same Cart,
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Both ayming now to wound us to the heart;
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In the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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Where's our defence if we cut off our hand,
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Shall we to fire our houses light a brand,
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And joyne with those who would destroy the Land,
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For my part I resolve to fall or stand,
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With the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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They goe in feare of poyson and of knives.
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Are slaves themselves to free our feete from gyves,
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Neglect their owne to save us and our wives,
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Ile loose them all, had I a thousand lives,
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For the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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Come Drawer quickly bring us up our score
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We will not pay in Chalke behind the doore,
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The Sun is sleeping on the Westerne Shore,
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Meete me tomorrow I will tell thee more
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Of the great Counsell of the King,
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And the Kings great Counsell.
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