THE
HANG-MANS
LAST WILL
AND TESTAMEN
WITH
His Lagacy to the Nine Worthies, viz. Col. Lambert, Creed, etc.
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I Have liv'd to see such wretchedness,
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When none but honesty are crimes,
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That my ropes are turned into rimes.
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I and my Gallows groane.
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Things are so carried I can't tell how,
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Ther's as many above still as are below,
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I have hang'd such in shirts as white as snow.
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I and my gallows groane,
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Oliver he liv'd by a plot,
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The Parliament sits still, and why not?
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And I far'd well by a bow-knot.
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I and, etc.
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All my delight was in a Jayle,
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My estate was got at a Carts taile,
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I know not what these people ayle.
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I and etc.
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Oliver he a Coach would drive,
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And was hony in the Parliaments Bee hive
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Neither he nor I lov'd a reprive.
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I and etc.
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I wish I had had his Protectors rest,
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I'de have laid it an earnest for a jest,
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But Sir Harry Vane's worth all the rest,
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I and etc:
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I have chopt off many a worthy head,
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And thanks to the Shieriffs have been well fed,
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But that I can dock must never be sed.
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I and etc.
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Lambert I knew was troubled with the yellows,
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And more perplexed with his fellows.
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Had I liv'd I'de cur'd him at the gallows.
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I and etc.
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Never was any so bad as my trade,
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The nine Worthies would have made,
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As a drudge before something a Jade.
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I and etc.
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But I had got nothing by the thing,
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Ther's indempnity 'gainst the string,
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But my heir may get by a forward spring,
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I and etc:
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I see John Lilburne at a Barr,
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And Sir George Booth that man of war,
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But could get neither in my Car.
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I and my etc.
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I think the Ordinary's long prayer,
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Hath spoyld frequenting of my fayre.
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Till all long-winded R--- are there.
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I and etc.
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For halfe thirteen pence halfpenny wages
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I would have cleared all the Town cages,
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And you should have been rid of all the sages.
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I and etc.
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There was much climbing 'mong the Grandees,
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Yet they all I see know the wood from the trees,
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And all to cousin me of my fees.
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I and etc.
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The high Court of justice was out of use,
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The thieves and the Bench had made a truce,
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For want of authority, a lean excuse.
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I and etc.
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Twould vex anybody to keep an Ax,
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As long as there are any Alderman Packs,
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Or Desborough eke with his wide sacks.
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I and etc.
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That Duckenfield, Packer, and Major Creed,
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Of my helping hand should have such need,
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When I am not able to do the deed,
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I and etc.
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Lambert would also borrow the block,
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As well as my Lady did Olivers cock,
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But like him I must patiently bear this mock:
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I and etc.
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Fleetwood also lacks some of my skill,
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And that I can't do't fokes take it ill,
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I'de hang um all if I could have my will.
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I and etc.
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Tis vain to look for dead mens shoos,
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Else I had had Hewson in a noose,
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But my successor wont him loose.
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I and etc.
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Tyburn was once in mourning clad,
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For a great man, and I also very sad,
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A full bunch will make you all glad.
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I and my gallows groane.
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