THE
RUMP
DOCKT
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TIll it be understood
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What is under Monck's Hood,
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The City dare not shew his horns:
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Till ten daies be out,
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The Speaker's sick of the Gout,
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And the Rump doth sit upon thorns.
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If Monck be turn'd Scot
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The Rump goes to pot,
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And the Good Old Cause will miscarry;
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Like coals out of embers,
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Revive the Old Members:
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Off goes the Rump, like Dick and Harry.
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Then In come the Lords,
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Who drew Parlament swords,
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With Robes lined through with Ermin;
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But Peers without Kings
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Are very useless things,
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And their Lordships counted but Vermin
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Now Morley and Fagg
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May be put in a bagg,
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And that doughty man Sir Arthur;
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In despair for his Foil,
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With Alderman Hoyle,
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Will become a Knight of the Garter.
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That Knave in Grain
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Sir Harry Vane
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His case then most mens is sadder;
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There is little hope
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He can scape the rope,
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For the Rump turn'd him o're the Ladder.
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That pretious Saint Scott
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Shall not be forgot,
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According to his own desires;
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Instead of Neck-verse
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Shall have it writ on his Herse,
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Here hangs one of the Kings Triers.
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Those nine sons of Mars
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That whipt the Rumps Arse,
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I mean the Commanders War-lick;
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If the Rump smell strong
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With hanging too long,
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Shall serve to stuff it with Garlick.
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That parcel of man
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In length but a span,
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Whose wife's Eggs alwaies are addle;
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Must quit the Life-guard,
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As he did when skar'd
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By Lambert out of the saddle.
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Lambert now may turn Florist,
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Being come off the poorest
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That ever did man of the Sword:
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The Rump let a fart
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Which took away his heart,
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And made him a Squire of a Lord.
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His Cheshire glory
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Is a pitiful story,
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There the Saints triumpht without battle;
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But now Monck and his Friers
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Have driven him into the Briers,
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As he did Booth and his Cattle.
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For the rest of the Rump,
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Together in a lump,
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too late to cry, Peccavi:
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Yee have sinn'd all or most
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Against the Holy Ghost,
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And therefore the Divel must have ye.
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But now valiant City,
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Whether must thy Ditty
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Be sung in Verse, or in Prose;
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For till the Rump stunk
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For fear of Monck,
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Thy Militia durst not shew Its Nose.
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Base Cowards and Knaves,
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That first made us slaves,
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Very Rascals from the beginning;
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Onely unto Moncks Sword
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The Nation must afford
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The honour of bringing the King in.
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