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British Library - Thomason Tracts Ballads
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A
PSALME
SUNG
By the PEOPLE, before the
BONE-FIRES,
Made in and about the City of
LONDON,
On the 11th of February.
To the Tune of Up tayles all.
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COme lets take the Rump
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And wash it at the Pump,
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For tis now in a shitten case:
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Nay if it hang an Arse
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Weel pluck it down the stares,
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And roast it at Hell for its grease.
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Let the Divell be the Cook
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And the roast overlook,
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And lick his own fingers apace;
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For that may be borne,
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(If he take it not in scorne
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To lick such a privy place.)
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Though we are bereft
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Of our Armes, Spits are left,
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Whereon the Rump we will roast;
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Wee'l prick it in the Tayl
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And bast it with a flayl
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Till it stink like a Cole-burnt Toast.
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It hath laine long in brine,
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Made by the peoples eyne,
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So tis salt though unsavory meat;
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Wee'l draw it round about
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With Welsh Parsley, and no doubt
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It will choak Pluto's great Dog to eat.
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We will not be mockt
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This Rump hath been dock't,
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And if our skill doth not fail;
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To feare it is good,
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Or else all the blood
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In the body, lean out at the Tayl.
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Then downe in your Ire
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With this Rump to the fire,
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Get Harrington's Rota to turne it;
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If paper be lack't
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The Assessment Act
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You may stick upon't least ye burn it.
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But see there my Masters
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It rises in blisters
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And lookes very big on the matter;
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Like a roasting Pigs eare
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It sings, doe yee heare
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enough come quickly the Platter.
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Lay Trenchers and Cloth
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And away bring the broth,
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Did the Divell o'th Fag end make none;
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But hold by your leave
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Napkins we must have
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To wipe our mouthes when we have done.
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Come Ladyes pray where?
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Will you none of our cheare?
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Are yee of such a squeamish nature?
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Pray what is your reason,
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Are Rumps out of season?
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But tis an abuse to the Creature.
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Come wee'l fall on
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Pray cut me a bone
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The Meat may be healthfull and sound;
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Fogh! come let us bury't
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To th'hole we must carry't
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This Rump it stinks above ground.
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This fire wee'l stile
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The Funerall pile,
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The Grave shall be under the Gallowes;
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The Vane shall be th'scull,
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Of some Trayterous Fool,
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And the Epitaph shall be as followes.
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Underneath these Stones
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A Rump-Corporates bones
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Are laid full low in a sink,
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And we doe implore yee
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Let them rest, for the more yee
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Doe stir them, the more they will stink.
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