Here's the beefom of Reformation,

Which fhould have made clean the floor,
But it swept the wealth out of the nation,

And left us dirt good store.

Will you buy the ftates fpinning-wheel,
Which fpun for the ropers trade?

But better it had stood still,

For now it has spun a fair thread.

Says old Simon, &c.

Here's a glyfter-pipe well try'd,

Which was made of a butcher's ftump *,

And has been fafely apply'd,

To cure the colds of the rump.
Here's a lump of Pilgrims-Salve,

Which once was a juftice of peace,
Who Noll and the Devil did serve;
But now it is come to this.

Says old Simon, &c.

Here's a roll of the states tobacco,
If any good fellow will take it;

No Virginia had e'er such a smack-o,

And I'll tell you how they did make it :

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*Alluding probably to Major-General Harrison a butcher's fon, who affifted Cromwell in turning out the long parliament, Ap. 20.

1653.

'Tis th' Engagement, and Covenant cookt Up with the Abjuration oath;

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And many of them, that have took't,
Complain it was foul in the mouth.
Says old Simon, &c.

Yet the ashes may happily ferve

To cure the fcab of the nation,
Whene'er 't has an itch to fwerve

To Rebellion by Innovation.
A Lanthorn here is to be bought,
The like was fcarce ever gotten,

For many plots it has found out

Before they ever were thought on.
Says old Simon, &c.

Will you buy the RUMP's great faddle,

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With which it jocky'd the nation?

And here is the bitt, and the bridle,

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And curb of Diffimulation:

And here's the trunk-hofe of the RUMP,

And their fair diffembling cloak,

And a Prefbyterian jump,

With an Independent fmock.

Says old Simon, &c. ́

Will you buy a Confcience oft turn'd,
Which ferv'd the high-court of justice,
And ftretch'd until England it mourn'd:
But Hell will buy that if the worst is.

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Here's Joan Cromwell's kitching-ftuff tub,
Wherein is the fat of the Rumpers,
With which old Noll's horns she did rub,

When she was got drunk with false bumpers.
Says old Simon, &c.

Here's the purfe of the public faith;

Here's the model of the Sequeftration,
When the old wives upon their good troth,
Lent thimbles to ruine the nation.
Here's Dick Cromwell's Protectorship,

And here are Lambert's commiffions,
And here is Hugh Peters his fcrip

Cramm'd with the tumultuous Petitions.
Says old Simon, &c.

And here are old Noll's brewing veffels,
And here are his dray, and his flings;
Here are Hewfon's awl, and his briftles;
With diverse other odd things:
And what is the price doth belong

To all these matters before ye?
I'll fell them all for an old fong,
And fo I do end my story.

Says old Simon, &c.

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Ver. 86. This was a cant name given to Cromwell's wife by the Royalifts, tho' her name was Elizabeth: to the latter part of the verse bangs fome tale that is now forgotten.

Ver. 94. See Grey's Hudibras, Pt. 1. Cant. 2. ver. 570. &c.

Ver. 100. 102. Cromwell had in his younger years followed the brew ing trade at Huntingdon. Col. Hewfon is faid to have been originally a cobler.

XV.

THE BAFFLED KNIGHT, OR LADY'S POLICY.

Given (with fome corrections) from a MS copy, and collated with two printed ones in Roman character in the Pepys collection.

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HERE was a knight was drunk with wine,
A riding along the way, fir;
And there he met with a lady fine,
Among the cocks of hay, fir.

Shall you and I, O lady faire,

Among the grafs lye downe-a :
And I will have a special care

Of rumpling of your gowne-a.

Upon the grafs there is a dewe,

Will spoil my damask gowne, fir:
My gown, and kirtle they are newe,
And coft me many a crowne, fir.

I have a cloak of scarlet red,
Upon the ground I'll throwe it;
Then, lady faire, come lay thy head;
We'll play, and none shall knowe it.

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O yonder ftands my steed fo free
Among the cocks of hay, fir;

And if the pinner should chance to fee,
He'll take my fteed away, fir.

Upon my finger I have a ring,
Its made of finest gold-a ;
And, lady, it thy fteed fhall bring
Out of the pinner's fold-a.

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O go with me to my father's hall;
Fair chambers there are three, fir:

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And you fhall have the best of all,

And I'll your chamberlaine bee, fir.

He mounted himself on his fteed fo tall,
And her on her dapple gray, fir:
And there they rode to her father's hall,
Faft pricking along the way, fir.

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To her father's hall they arrived ftrait; 'Twas moated round about-a ;

She flipped herself within the gate,

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And lockt the knight without-a.

Here is a filver penny to spend,

And take it for your pain, fir; And two of my father's men I'll send

To wait on you back again, fir.

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