The Parliament Routed:
OR,
Here's a HousE to be let.
I hope that England, after many Jarres,
Shall be at Peace, and give no way to Warres:
O Lord protect the Generall, that He
May be the Agent of our Unitie.
To the Tune of Lucina, or, Merrily and Cherrily.
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CHeare up kind Countrey-men, be not dismayd,
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true newes I can tell ye concerning the Nation,
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Hot Spirits are quenched, the Tempest is layd,
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(and now we may hope for a good Reformation)
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The Parliament bold and the Councell of State
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(doe with them beyond Sea, or else at Virginie)
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For now all their Orders are quite out of date,
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twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.
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Full twelve yeares and more these Rooks they have sat,
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to gull and to cozen all true-hearted People,
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Our Gold and our Silver has made them so fat,
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that they lookt more big and mighty then Pauls Steeple:
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The freedome of Subject they much did pretend,
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but since they bore sway we never had any,
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For every Member promoted self end,
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twelve Parliament men are now sold for a peny.
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Their Acts and their Orders which they have contriv'd,
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was still in conclusion to multiply Riches,
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The Common-wealth sweetly by these men have thriv'd,
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as Lancashire did with the Juncto of Witches:
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Our freedome was chain'd to the Egyptian Yoak,
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as it hath been felt and endured by many,
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Still making Religion their author and cloak,
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twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.
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Both Citie and Countrey are almost undone
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by these Caterpillars, which swarm'd in the Nation,
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Their Imps and their Goblins did up and downe run,
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Excise-men I meane, all Knaves of a fashion:
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For all the great Treasure that dayly came in,
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the Souldier wants pay, 'tis well knowne by a many,
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To cheat and to cozen they held it no sinne,
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twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.
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The Land and the Livings which these men have had,
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make one admire what use they've made of it,
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With Plate and with Jewels they have bin well clad,
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the Souldier far'd hard whilst they got the profit:
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Our Gold and our Silver to Holland they sent,
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but being found out, this is knowne by a many,
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That no one would owne it for feare of a shent,
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twelve Parliament men are sold for a peny.
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'Tis judg'd by most people, that they were the cause
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of England and Holland their warring together,
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Both friends and dear Lovers to break civill Lawes,
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and in cruell manner to kill one another:
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What car'd they how many did lose their dear lives,
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so they by the bargain did get peoples money,
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Sitting secure like Bees in their Hives?
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but twelve Parliament men are now sold for a peny.
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The second part, to the same tune.
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THey voted, unvoted, as fancy did guide,
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to passe away time, but increasing their treasure,
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(When Jack is on Cock-Horse hee'l galloping ride,
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but falling at last, hee'l repent it at leisure)
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The Widow, the Fatherlesse, Gentry and Poore,
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the Trades-man and Citizen, with a great many,
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Have suffered full dearly to heap up their store,
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but twelve Parliament-men shall be sold for a peny.
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These Burdens and Grievances England hath felt
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so long and so heavy, our hearts are even broke,
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Our Plate, Gold & Silver to themselvs they've dealt,
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(all this is too true, in good time be it spoken)
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For a man to rise high and at last to fall low,
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it is a discredit: this Lot fals to many,
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But 'tis no great matter these men to serve so,
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twelve Parliament-men now are sold for a peny.
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The Generall perceiving their lustfull desire,
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to covet more treasure, being puft with ambition,
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By their Acts and their Orders to set all on fire,
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pretending Religion to rout Superstition;
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He bravely commanded the Souldiers to goe
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in the Parliament-house, in defiance of any,
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To which they consented, and now you do know
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that twelve parliament-men may be sold for a peny.
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The Souldiers undaunted laid hold on the Mace,
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and out of the Chaire they removed the Speaker,
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The Great-ones were then in a pittifull case,
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and Tavee cryd out, All her cold must forsake her,
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Thus they were routed, pluckt out by the eares,
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the house was soone empty and rid of a many
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Usurpers, that sate there this 13 long yeares,
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twelve parliament-men, etc.
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To the Tower of London away they were sent,
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as they have sent others by them captivated,
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O what will become of this old parliament ------
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and all their Compeeres, that were Royally stated?
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What they have deserved I wish they may have,
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and 'tis the desire I know of a many,
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For us to have freedome, O that will be brave,
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but twelve parliament-men, etc.
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Let's pray for the Generall and all his brave Traine,
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he may be an instrument for England's blessing,
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Appointed in Heaven to free us againe,
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for this is the way of our Burdens redressing:
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For England to be in Glory once more,
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it would satisfie I know, a great many,
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But ending I say as I said before,
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twelve parliament-men now are sold for a peny.
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