The Ballad of the CLOAK:
Or, The Cloak's Knavery.
To the Tune of, From Hunger and Cold: Or, Packintons Pound.
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COme buy my new ballet,
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I have't in my wallet,
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But 'twill not I fear please every pallet:
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Then mark what insu'th,
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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, a brave ballad of worth,
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'Tis 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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I'll tell you in brief,
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A story of grief,
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Which happen'd 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 Players:
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It made People in point of Obedience,
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A Covenant did cut off the Oath of Alleigance.
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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 be it 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, etc.
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It seiz'd on the Tow'r-guns,
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Those fierce Demi-gorgons,
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It brought in the Bag-pipes, and pull 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 turn'd to a 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, etc.
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This pious Imposter,
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Such fury did foster,
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It left us no penny, 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 its own:
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It routed the King, and Villains elected,
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To plunder all those whom they thought disaffected:
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Then let us endeavour, etc.
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To blind Peoples eyes,
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This Cloak was so wise,
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It took of Ship-mony, but 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 it 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 the Cloak down,
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That crampt all 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 out----Fight the Lord's Battle, Beloved:
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It bobtayl'd the Gown,
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Put Prelacy down,
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It trod on the Myter to reach at the Crown;
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And into the field it an Army did bring,
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To aim at the Council, but shot at the King:
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Then let us endeavour, etc.
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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 the City-gates;
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To Father and Mother,
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To Sister and Brother,
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It gave a Commission to kill one another:
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It took up Mens Horses at very low rates,
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And plunder'd our Goods to secure our Estates:
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Then let us endeavour, etc.
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This Cloak did proceed,
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To a damnable deed,
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It made the best Mirror of Majesty bleed;
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Though Cloak not do't,
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He set on foot,
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By rallying and calling his journey-men to't:
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For never had come such a bloody Disaster,
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If Cloak had not first drawn a sword at his Master:
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Then let us endeavour, etc.
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Tho' some of them went hence,
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By sorrowful sencence,
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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 agen;
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But let this proud Cloak to Authority stoop,
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Or Catch will provide him a button and loop:
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Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
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That basely did sever the Head from the Crown.
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Let's pray that the King
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And his Parliament,
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In sacred and secular things may consent:
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So righteously firm,
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And religiously free,
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That Papists and Atheists suppressed may be:
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And as there's one Deity doth over-reign us,
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One Faith, and one Form, and one Church may contain us
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Then Peace, Truth, and Plenty, our Kingdom will crown
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And all popish Plots and their Plotters shiall down.
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