Have amongst you my Masters.
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GIve eare, give eare, unto my Ditty,
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All you good people love this City;
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high time you repent.
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For if th'offended Army come
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This City will be quite undone:
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Your cases I lament.
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When you your out-works should defend,
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Some Villaine whom you think your friend
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May set the Towne on fire.
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Then will they straight to plunder fall,
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And in an instant rob you all:
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Then they have their desire.
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If once the Army doe appeare
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Within ten miles, they come too neare,
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They have so many friends.
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Send all they call for, with new Ropes
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About their necks; there may be hopes
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That may make some amends.
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For thus much from me understand,
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What e're they aske they may command;
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Take heed you doe not dally.
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If they shall finde with them you halt,
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And take you tripping in a fault,
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You'll pay deare for your folly.
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Make ready those who laid the plot
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(Who e're they were) to call the Scot,
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They have undone the Nation:
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Then make the Synod ready next,
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Who have so much abus'd the Text
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For th' Churches Reformation.
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To bring the Scotch Presbytery in,
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They with Rebellion did begin,
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Then preacht the Myter downe.
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These new Popes thought they could dispence
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With Treason or the like offence;
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Especially their owne.
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Or else (methinks) they durst not sure
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The King, and Bishops both abjure
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When they the Covenant took.
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Though many oathes they all have taken,
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By this they have the King forsaken,
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If they be pleas'd to look.
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Next bring in those who did devise
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Your Sequestrations, and Excize;
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Downe with their Goldsmiths Hall,
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Or rather hell, for none comes there,
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But he himselfe must first forsweare;
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And that's the worst of all.
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Besides he must himselfe confesse
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A grand Malignant, that's no lesse
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Then Traitor in their sence:
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And make himselfe a Traitor, more
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Then ever he was yet before,
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By a farre worse offence.
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He must use their forg'd Seale e're he
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From their Committees can be free:
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That's Treason Paramount.
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This favour they to us afford,
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To make us Traytors on Record,
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And in the Lawes accompt.
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But oh! those subtile men must not
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(Above all others) be forgot,
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We Jewes of Malta call;
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Who lately have a new trick found,
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To make men for their owne compound,
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These get the Devill and all.
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The State we know it lately hath
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Borrowed too much on publique Faith;
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These jugling Jewes they say,
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By Ordinance of Parliament
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Get threescore pounds at least per cent.
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And they have present pay.
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Th' abused who the money lent,
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Are with this great losse well content
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They may some part secure:
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Thus are their private Stocks imploy'd,
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And all their Creditors destroy'd,
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By those their Loans ensure.
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Brave Souldiers couple these together
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Like Hell-hounds, and then send them hither;
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Try them but in the Tower.
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Let brave Judge Jenkins give them Law,
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And honest Will, th' Inditements draw,
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They'll dispatch in an houre.
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Yet I dare sweare that they should finde
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Ith' good old Judge a noble minde,
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And should more justice have
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With mercy, and with judgement mixt,
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(For so true Justice should be fixt)
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Then ever yet they gave.
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If th' Army doe their Soveraigne owne,
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And shall restore him to his Crowne,
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be a glorious thing.
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Though in their hearts the Prophets ly'd,
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It will prove true they prophecy'd
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Hee'll be a glorious King.
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Thou wilt deserve immortall glory,
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And famous be in every story,
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If this be done by thee.
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Though th' English were well-neere as bold,
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As the Scots were their Soveraigne sold,
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Fairfax will glorious be.
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Wee'll Bonefires make, our Bells shall ring,
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Our Children shall thy praises sing;
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I hope that day to see,
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That we who now thy Prisoners are,
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Shall have in thee so great a share,
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To love and honour thee.
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