THE ORGANS ECCHO.

To the Tune of the Cathedrall SERVICE.
1.
MEMENTO MORI,
Ile tell you a strange Story,
Will make you all sorry,
For our old friend William;
Alas, poore William.
2.
As hee was in his Braverie,
And thought to bring us all in slaverie,
The Parliament found out his Knaverie,
And so fell William;
Alas, poore William.
3.
His Pope-like domineering,
And some other Tricks appearing,
Provok'd Sir Edward Deering
To blame the old Prelate;
Alas, poore Prelate.
4.
Some say, hee was in hope
To bring England againe to th' Pope,
But now he is in danger of an Axe or a Rope,
Farewell old Canterbury;
Alas, poore Canterbury.
5.
There's another of the same Litter,
Whose Breech cannot chuse but twitter,
Hee was against all goodnesse so bitter,
'Twas the Bishop of Ely;
Alas, poore Ely.
6.
And all the rest of that Lordly Crew,
Their great Insolencies are like to rue,
As soone as the Parliament their lives do view:
Come downe, brave Prelates;
Alas, poore Prelates.
7.
You know likewise in this two or three yeare,
Many a one for Lamb payd very deare,
But now he begins to stinke for feare;
Therefore take heed Doctor Lamb:
Alas, poore Doctor Lamb.
8.
Then there is also one Doctor Duck,
The Proverb sayes, What's worse then ill luck,
We hope the Parliament his feathers will pluck,
For being so busie, Doctor Duck;
Alas, poore Doctor Duck.
9.
Deanes and Chapters, with their Retinue,
Are not like long for to continue,
They have so abused their great Revenue,
That downe must Ceremonies;
Alas, Popish Ceremonies.
10.
Ecclesiasticall Courts are downe too, they say,
England may be glad of that happie day,
They have of late borne such a great sway,
That farewell those poore Doctors;
Alas, poore Proctors.
11.
And now the Papists are at their wits ends,
To see the downefall of so many Friends;
But they shall all rue it ere the Parliament ends,
Beleeve it, Roman Catholikes;
Alas, poore Catholikes.
12.
There is another that hardly thrives,
Which many men of life deprives,
Hee's now in Newgate for having two Wives:
It is the young Hangman;
Alas, poore Hangman.
FINIS.

Printed in the yeere 1641.

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