The Subiects Thankfulnesse: OR, God-a-mercie good Scot,
To the tune of, Blew Cap for mee.
LOng time hath sweet England injoy'd her peace,
under the good government of prudent Kings,
Since Royall Elizabeth that Quéen did cease,
those jarres in this nation her fame ever rings,
And in the next after that doe her succéed,
as James of the Scots, a good King indéed,
Our gracious King Charles he also begot,
whom God still preserve here & blesse that good Scot.
Who causeth Proiectors to hang down the head,
they now from their proiects begin to shrink back,
Promooters, Informers, with grief are half dead,
because they'r afraid their old trading to lack;
I think they'l beyond sea to frolick and play,
after Gile [...] mum Parson who led them the way,
If Empson and Dudley have left them by lot
a twist thread is spun, God-a-mercy good Scot.
How hie were they flown on the wings of their hope
whilst they by their proiects increase their bags,
Their Pattens for pins, for Tobacco and sope,
for glasses, for leather, for pipes and for rags;
False Dice and false Cards too, besides a great fine,
they yearely receiv'd by inhanching of wine
The ride now is turning, let's drinke tother pot
and merrily sing God-amercy good Scot.
To play at bopéepe now our papists doe strive
since they were commanded away to begonne,
Who late with the devill a bargaine did drive
but now to themselves he hath left them alone
The peace of this kingdome they sought for to marr
to change our sought plentie to famine and warr:
But now it is thought tha'le pay the whole shott
when the reckning is drawne, God-a mercy &c.
Where are these proud Papests that stradle so wide
let them to Rome like Pilgrims range
For such as doth thinke the whole moone to bestride
cannot procéed long ere they méet with a change;
They have tread on our Nobles to trample thē down
to set up their miters above the Kings Crowne,
That e're h [...] was Clarke the Priest hath forgot,
but pride wil come down, God-a-mercy good Scot,
The second part.
To the same Tune.
BVt is there no hope now at such a dead lift,
what must they he packing that fain would stay longer
To break up the Parliament is there no shift?
and fill this our Nation with error more stronger,
Nor dare they repose any faith in their Créed,
since there Avi-mary doth faile them at néed,
The House is acquainted with every fine plot,
their min [...] is blown up, God-a-mercy good Scot.
With Scriptures divine they do play at fast and loose,
to fast a whole fortnight they'l make you beleeve,
And turne holy writ to fat Capon and Goose,
yet make the unlearned fast every Saint Eve,
Their guts is their god, Religion they mock,
to pamper their flesh they would famish the flock,
To preach and to pray they have almost forgot,
which now they'l be taught, God-a-mercy good Scot.
Although this faire Iland abound with such crimes,
it all by the Parliament yet shall be purg'd,
So that all good subjects shall sée better times,
although that Projectors doe feare to be scourg'd;
Then let us not faint like men without hope,
a halter for Traytors, a fig for the Pope,
Let Spaine and the Strumpet of Babylon plot,
yet we shall be safe, God-a-mery good Scot.
Have you no more Books by whole cart loads to burne,
sent o're from beyond sea unbound up in haste,
You sée that our Nation's not like for to turne,
your English Composers have studied in waste,
The Hang-man with burning the last was so heat,
it's doubtfull that he a great surfeit did get,
For since he is dead, yet the sonne he begot,
can work on his trade well, and tye the right knot.
The Miser shall never liberall give to the poore,
and one man all trading no more shall ingrosse,
The City shall cozen the Country no more,
to build up their fortunes on other mens losse,
Oppression shall down while Iustice doth smile,
fierce Riot and Popery shall banish this Ile,
Religion shall flourish without any spot,
if this come to passe, God-a-mercy good Scot.
FINIS.
Printed in the yeare, 1640.