The Tyrannical Usurpation
OF THE
INDEPENDENT CLOAK
OVER THE
EPISCOPAL GOWN.
By A.C. & P.C.
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COme buy my new Ballad,
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I hav't in my Wallet,
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But it will not I fear me please every Pallat;
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Then mark what ensueth,
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I swear by my youth,
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That every Line in my Ballad is truth,
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A Ballad of wit, and a Ballad of worth,
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It is newly Printed, and newly come forth;
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made of a Cloak that fell out with a Gown,
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That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
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Ile tell you in brief
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A story of grief,
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That hapned when Cloak was Commander in Chief:
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It tore Common Prayers,
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Imprison'd Lord Mayors,
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In one day it voted down Prelates and Playes,
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It made people perjur'd in point of Obedience,
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The Covenant outed the Oath of Allegiance.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
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It was a Black Cloak,
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In good time bee't spoke,
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That kill'd many thousands, but never struck stroak,
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With Hatchet and Rope,
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The Forlorn Hope
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Did joyn with the Devil to pull down the Pope.
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It set all the Sects in the City to work,
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And rather then fail, 'twould have brought in the Turk.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
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It seiz'd on the Tower-Guns,
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Those fierce Demigorgons,
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It brought in the Bagpipes, and pull'd down the Organs.
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The Pulpits did smoak,
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The Churches did Choak:
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And all our Religion was turned to Cloak:
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It brought in Lay-Elders could not write nor read;
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It set Publick Faith up, and pull'd down the Creed.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
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The pious Impostor
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Such Fury did foster,
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It left us no Peny, nor no Pater noster.
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It threw to the ground
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Ten Commandments down,
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And set up twice twenty times ten of his own.
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He Routed the King, and the Kings servants Menial,
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And set up a power of Traytors Triennial.
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Then let us endeavour to throw the Cloak down,
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That cox'd all the Kingdom, and cozen'd the Crown.
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To blind peoples eyes,
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This Cloak was so wise,
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It took down Ship-money, and set up Excise.
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Men brought in their Plate,
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For Reasons of State,
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And gave to Tom Trumpeter and his Mate:
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In Pamphlets it writ many specious Epistles,
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To cozen poor Wenches of Bodkins and Whistles.
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Then let us endeavour to pull this Cloak down,
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That cheated the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
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In Pulpits it moved,
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And was much approved,
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For crying, Fight out the Lords Battels Beloved.
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It Bobtail'd the Crown,
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Put Prelacy down.
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It trode on the Miter to reach at the Crown;
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And into the Field it an Army did bring,
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To aime at the Council, and shoot at the King.
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Then let us endeavour to pull this Cloak down,
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That cheated the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
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It raised up States;
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Whose politick Pates
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Do now keep their Quarters on our City Gates.
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To Father and Mother,
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To Sister and Brother,
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It gave out Commission to kill one another.
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They took up mens Horses at very low Rates,
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And plundred our Goods to secure our Estates.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom, and catcht at the Crown.
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This Cloak did proceed
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To a damnable Deed,
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And made the best Mirrour of Majesty bleed.
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Though he did not doo't,
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He set it on foot,
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In Raising and Calling his Journeymen to't.
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For never had come such a Bloudy Disaster,
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If Cloak had not first drawn a Sword on his Master.
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That crampt all the Kingdom, and catcht at the Crown.
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Though some of them went home
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By sorrowful sentence,
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This Lofty Long Cloak is not mov'd to Repentance:
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But he and his men
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Twenty thousand times ten
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Are Plotting to do their Tricks over again.
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But let this proud Cloak to Authority stoop,
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Or Dun will provide him a Button and Loop.
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For we will endeavour to pull this Cloak down,
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That lately did sever the Head from the Crown.
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