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From a city that yields at the first summons,
From plundering goods, either man or woman's,
Or having to do with the House of Commons,

Libera nos, Domine.
From a stumbling horse that tumbles o'er and o'er,
From ushering a lady, or walking before,
From an English-Irish rebel, newly come o'er,

Libera nos, Domine.
From compounding, or hanging in a silken halter,
From oaths and covenants, and being pounded in a mortar,
From contributions, or free-quarter,

Libera nos, Domine.
From mouldy bread and musty beer,
From a holiday's fast, and a Friday's cheer,
From a brotherhood, and a she-cavalier,

Libera nos, Domine.
From Nick Neuter, for you and for you,
From Thomas Turn-coat that will never prove true,
From a reverend Rabbi that's worse than a Jew,

Libera nos, Domine.
From a country justice that still looks big,
From swallowing up the Italian fig,
Or learning of the Scottish jig,

Libera nos, Domine.

From being taken in a disguise,
From believing of the printed lies,
From the Devil and from the Excise, 2

Libera nos, Domine.

From a broken pate with a pint pot
For fighting for I know not what,
And from a friend as false as a Scot,

Libera nos, Domine.

From one that speaks no sense, yet talks all that he can,
From an old woman and a Parliament man,
From an Anabaptist and a Presbyter man,

Libera nos, Domine.

From Irish rebels and Welsh hubub-men,
From Independents and their tub-men,
From sheriffs' bailiffs and their club-men,

Libera nos, Domine.

1 The Earl of Thomond.
2 The Excise was first introduced by the Long Parliament.

From one that cares not what he saith,
From trusting one that never pay'th,
From a private preacher and a public faith,

Libera nos, Domine. From a vapouring horse and a Roundhead in buff, From roaring Jack Cavee, with money little enough, From beads and such idolatrous stuff,

Libera nos, Domine.
From holy days, and all that's holy,
From may-poles and fiddlers, and all that's jolly,
From Latin or learning, since that is folly,

Libera nos, Domine.
And now to make an end of all,
I wish the Roundheads had a fall,
Or else were hanged in Goldsmiths' Hall !
Amen,

Benedicat Dominus.

THE CLEAN CONTRARY WAY;
OR, COLONEL VENNE'S ENCOURAGEMENT TO HIS SOLDIERS.
Fight on, brave soldiers, for the cause, -

Fear not the Cavaliers;
Their threatenings are as senseless as

Our jealousies and fears.
'Tis you must perfect this great work,

And all malignants slay ;
You must bring back the King again

The clean contrary way.
'Tis for religion that you fight,

And for the kingdom's good,
By robbing churches, plundering them,

And shedding guiltless blood.
Down with the orthodoxal train ;

All loyal subjects slay ;
When these are gone, we shall be blest

The clean contrary way.
When Charles we have made bankrupt,

Of power and crown bereft him,
And all his loyal subjects slain,

And none but rebels left him ;
When we have beggared all the land,

And sent our trunks away,
We'll make him then a glorious prince

The clean contrary way.

'Tis to preserve his Majesty

That we against him fight, Nor ever are we beaten back,

Because our cause is right : If any make a scruple at

Our Declarations, say, “Who fight for us fight for the King”

(The clean contrary way). At Keinton, Brainsford, Plymouth, York,

And divers places more,
What victories we saints obtain,

The like ne'er seen before !
How often we Prince Rupert killed,

And bravely won the day!
The wicked Cavaliers did run

The clean contrary way.
The true religion we maintain ;

The kingdom's peace and plenty ;
The privilege of Parliament,

Not known to one and twenty ;
The ancient fundamental laws;

And teach men to obey
Their lawful sovereign ;—and all these

The clean contrary way.
We subjects' liberties preserve

By imprisonment and plunder,
And do enrich ourselves and state

By keeping th' wicked under. #
We must preserve mechanics now

To lectorize and pray ;
By them the gospel is advanced

The clean contrary way.
And, though the King be much misled

By that malignant crew,
He'll find us honest at the last,

Give all of us our due.
For we do wisely plot, and plot

Rebellion to allay ;
He sees we stand for peace and truth

The clean contrary way.
The public faith shall save our souls

And our good works together ;
And ships shall save our lives, that stay

Only for wind and weather :
But, when our faith and works fall down

And all our hopes decay,
Our acts will bear us up to heaven

The clean contrary way.

THE ANARCHY ;
OR, THE BLEST REFORMATION SINCE 1640.
Now that, thanks to the powers below,

We have e'en done out our do,
The mitre is down, and so is the crown,

And with them the coronet too ;
Come clowns, and come boys, come hober-de-hoys,

Come females of each degree ;
Stretch your throats, bring in your votes,

And make good the anarchy.
And “thus it shall go,” says Alice ;

Nay, thus it shall go,” says Amy;
“Nay, thus it shall go," says Taffie, “I trow;'?

“Nay, thus it shall go,” says Jamy.

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Ah! but the truth, good people all,

The truth is such a thing ;
For it would undo both Church and State too,

And cut the throat of our King.
Yet not the spirit, nor the new light,

Can make this point so clear
But thou must bring out, thou deified rout,

What thing this truth is, and where.
Speak Abraham, speak Kester, speak Judith, speak Hester,

Speak tag and rag, short coat and long ; Truth's the spell made us rebel,

And murder and plunder, ding-dong. “Sure I have the truth,” says Numph ;

Nay, I ha' the truth,” says Clemme; “Nay, I ha’ the truth,” says Reverend Ruth ; “Nay, I ha’ the truth,” says

Nem,

Well, let the truth be where it will,

We're sure all else is ours;
Yet these divisions in our religions

May chance abate our powers.
Then let's agree on some one way,

It skills not much how true ;
Take Prynne and his clubs, or Say and his tubs,

Or any sect old or new.
The devil's i' the pack if choice you can lack,

We're fourscore religions strong ;
Take your choice, the major voice

Shall carry it, right or wrong: “ Then we'll be of this,” says Megg ,

“Nay, we'll be of that,” says Tibb; “Nay, we'll be of all,” says pitiful Paul ;

“Nay, we'll be of none,” says Gibb.

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Neighbours and friends, pray one word more,

There's something yet behind ;
And, wise though you be, you do not well see

In which door sits the wind.
As for religion (to speak right,

And in the House's sense),
The matter is all one to have any or none,

If 'twere not for the pretence.
But herein doth lurk the key of the work,-

Even to dispose of the crown
Dexteriously, and, as may be,

For our behoof and your own. “ Then let's ha' king Charles,” says George ;

“Nay, let's have his son,” says Hugh; “Nay, let's have none,” says Jabbering Joan;

“Nay, let's be all kings,” says Prue. Oh we shall have (if we go on

In plunder, excise, and blood)
But few folk and poor to domineer o'er,

And that will not be so good.
Then let's resolve on some new way,

Some new and happy course;
The country's grown sad, the city horn-mad,

And both the Houses are worse.
The synod hath writ, the general hath spit,

And both to like purposes too ;
Religion, laws, the truth, the cause,

Are talked of, but nothing we do.
Come, come, shall's ha' peace ?” says Nell;

“No, no, but we won't,” says Madge ;
“But I say we will,” says fiery-faced Phil ;

“We will and we won't,” says Hodge.

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Thus from the rout who can expect

Aught but division ?
Since unity doth with monarchy

Begin and end in one.
If then, when all is thought their own,

And lies at their behest,
These popular pates reap nought but debates

From that many round-headed beast ;
Come, Royalists, then, do you play the men,

And, Cavaliers, give the word ;
Now let us see at what you would be,

And whether you can accord.
A health to King Charles,” says Tom ;

“Up with it,” says Ralph, like a man; “ God bless him,” says Doll; "and raise him,” says Moll ;

And send him his own !” says Nan.

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