A proper new ballad on the old Parliament Or, the second part of Knave out of doores. To the tune of Hei ho my honey, my heart shall never rue, four and twenty now for your mony, and yet a hard pennyworth too. 1659 Approx. 13 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2011-04 (EEBO-TCP Phase 2). A91067 Wing P3671 Thomason 669.f.22[7] ESTC R211328 99870058 99870058 163589

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A91067) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163589) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 247:669f22[7]) A proper new ballad on the old Parliament Or, the second part of Knave out of doores. To the tune of Hei ho my honey, my heart shall never rue, four and twenty now for your mony, and yet a hard pennyworth too. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1659] Verse - "Good morrow my neighbours all, what news is this I heard tell?". Imprint from Wing. Annotation on Thomason copy: "9ber [i.e. November]. 11. 1659". Reproduction of the originals in the British Library.

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A proper new Ballad on the Old Parliament. Or, the ſecond part of Knave out of Doores. To the Tune of Hei ho my honey, my heart ſhall never rue, Four and twenty now for your mony, and yet a hard pennyworth too. GOod morrow my Neighbours all, What news is this I heard tell? As I paſt through Weſtminſter-hall, by the houſe that's neer to Hell: They told me John Lambert was there, with his Bears, and deeply did ſwear: (As Cromwell had done before) thoſe Vermin ſhould ſit there no more. Sing hi ho Wil. Lenthall, who ſhall our Generall be? For the Houſe to the Divell is ſent all, and follow gid faith mun ye. Sing hi ho, &c. Then Muſe ſtrike up a Sonnet, come Piper and play us a ſpring. For now I think upon it, theſe Rs turn'd out their King. But now it is come about, that once again they muſt turn out: And not without juſtice and reaſon, that every one home to his priſon. Sing hi ho Harry Martin, a Burgeſs of the Bench. There's nothing here is certain, you muſt back and leave your wench. Sing hi ho, &c. He there with the buffle head, is called Lord, and of the ſame houſe, Who (as I have heard it ſaid) was chaſtiſed by his Lady's ſpouſe. Becauſe he ran at ſheep, ſhe and her maid gave him the whip; And beat his head ſo addle, you'd think he had a knock in the cradle. Sing hi ho Lord Munſon, you ha' got a Park of the Kings, One day you'l hang like a hounſon, for this and other things. Sing hi ho, &c. It was by their Maſters order at firſt together they met. Whom piouſly they did murder, and ſince by their own they did ſet. The cauſe of this diſaſter, is 'cauſe they were falſe to their Maſter. Nor can their Genſd'armes blame, for ſerving them the ſame. Sing hi ho Sir Arthur, no more in the houſe you ſhall prate; For all you kept ſuch a quarter, you are out of the Councell of State. Sing hi ho, &c. Old Noll once gave them a purge (forgetting Occidiſti,) (The furies be his ſcourge) ſo of the cure miſt he. And yet the Drug he well knew it, for he gave it to Dr. Huit. Had he given it them he had done it, and they had not turn'd out his ſon yet. Sing hi ho brave Dick, L. Hall, and Lady Joane, Who did againſt loyalty kick; is now for a New-yeers-gift gone. Sing hi ho &c. For had old Nall been a • ive, he had puld them out by the ears. Or elſe had fired their Hive, and kickt them down the ſtaires; Becauſe they were ſo bold, to vex his righteous ſoul, When he ſo deeply had ſwore, that there they ſhould never ſit more. But hi ho Nol's dead and ſtunk long ſince above ground, Though lapt in ſpices and lead, that coſt us many a pound. Sing hi ho, &c. Indeed brother Burgeis your • ing did never ſtink half ſo bad; Nor did your Habberdin, when it no peaſe-ſtraw had. Ye both were choſe together, cauſe ye wore ſtuff-cloaks in hard weather. And Cambridge needs would have a Burgeis fool and knave. Sing hi ho J. Lowry, concerning Abberdine, No Member ſpake before ye, yet you nere ſpoke againe. Sing hi ho my honey my heart ſhall never rue, Here's all pickt ware for the money, and yet a hard pennyworth too: Ned Prideaux he went poſt, to tell the Protector the news. That Fletwood ruld the • oſt, having tane off Dickes ſhoos. And that he did believe, Lambert would him deceive; As he his brother had guld, and Cromwell Fairfax bul'd. Sing hi ho the Attorney was ſtill at your command, In flames together burn ye, ſtill dancing hand in hand. Who's that that would hide his face, and his neck from the coller pull? He muſt appear in this place, if his cap be made of Wool. Who is it with a vengeance? it is the good Lord Saint Johns! Who made Gods houſe to fall, to build his own withall. Sing hi ho who comes there? who tis I muſt not ſay; But by his dark-lanthorn I ſware he's as good in the night as day. Sing hi ho, &c. Edge brethren, room for one, that looks as big as the beſt; Tis pitty to leave him alone, for he is as good as the reſt. No picklock of the laws, he builds amongſt the Daws. If you ha'any more Kings to murder for a Preſident look no further. Sing hi ho J. Bradſhaw, in blood none further engages; The Divel from whom he had's law will ſhortly pay him his wages. Sing hi ho &c. Next Peagooſe Wild come in, to ſhew your weeſle face. And tell us Burleys ſin, whoſe blood bought you your place. When loyalty was a crime, he lived in a dangerous time. Was forc'd to pay his neck, to make you Baron of the Cheque. Sing hi ho Jack Straw we'l put it in the margent, Twas not for juſtice or law that you were made a Sergeant. Sing hi ho &c. Noll ſervd not Satan faſter, nor with him did better accord; For he was my good maſter, and the divel was his good Lord. Both Slingsby, Gerrard, and Hewit, were ſure enough to go to it, According to his intent, that choſe me Preſident. Sing hi ho L. Liſle, ſure law had got a wrench, And where was juſtice the while, when you ſate on the bench? Sing hi ho &c. Next comes the good Lord Keble, of the triumvirate, Of the ſeal, in law but feeble, though on the bench he ſate. For when one puts him acaſe, I wiſh him out of the place, And if it were not a ſin, an abler lawyer in. Sing give the ſeal about, Ide have it ſo the rather, Becauſe we might get out, the Knave, my Lord my Father. Sing hi ho, &c, Pull out the other there, it is Nathaniel Fines. (Who Briſtol loſt for fear) we'l not leave him behind's; Tis a chip of that good old block, who to loyalty gave the firſt knock. Then ſtole away to Lundey, whence the foul fiend fetches him one day. Sing hi ho Canting Fines, you and the reſt to mend'um, Would ye were ſervd in your kinds, with an enſe reſcidendum. Sing hi ho, &c. He that comes now down ſtaires, is Lord chief juſtice Glin. If no man for him cares, he cares as little again. The reaſon too I know't, he helpt cut Straffords throat, And take away his life, though with a cleaner kniſe. Sing hi ho Britain bold, ſtraight to the bar you get, Where it is not ſo cold as where your juſtice ſet. Sing hi ho, &c. He that ſhall next come in, was long of the Council of State; Though hardly a hair on his chin, when firſt in the Council he ſate: He was ſometime in Italy, and learned their faſhions prettily. Then came back to's own Nation to help up Reformation. Sing hi ho Harry Nevil, I prethee be not too raſh, With Atheiſm to Court the Divel, you'r too bold to be his Bardaſh. Sing hi ho, &c. He there with ingratitude blackt is one Cornelius Holland: Who but for the Kings houſe lackt, wherewith to appeaſe his colon. The caſe is wel amended, ſince that time, as I think, When at Court gate he tended, with a little ſtick and a ſhort link. Sing hi ho Cornelius, your zeal cannot delude us, The reaſon pray now tell us, why thus you playd the Judas? Sing hi ho, &c. At firſt he was a Grocer, who now we Major call: Although you would think no Sir, if you ſaw him in White-hall. Where he has great Command, and looks for cap in hand, And if our eggs be not adle, ſhall be of the next new Moddle. Sing hi ho Mr. Salloway the Lord in Heaven doth know When that from hence you ſhall away where to the Divel you'l go: Sing hi ho, &c. Little Hill ſince ſet in the Houſe, is to a Mountain grown: Not that which brought forth the Mouſe, but thouſands the year of his own. The purchaſe that I mean, where elſe but at Taunton Dean? Five thouſand pounds per annum, a ſum not known to his Granam. Sing hi the Good old Cauſe tis old although not true You got more by that then the laws, ſo a Good old Cauſe to you. Sing hi ho, &c. Maſter Cecil pray come behind, becauſe on your own accord, The other Houſe you declin'd, you ſhall be no longer a lord. The reaſon as I gueſs, you ſilently did confeſs, Such lords deſerved ill, the other Houſe to fill. Sing hi ho Mr. Cecil, your honour now is gone, Such lords are not worth a whiſtle, we have made better lords of our own. Sing hi ho, &c. Luke Robinſon ſhall go before ye, that ſnarling Northern tike, Be ſure hee'l not a dore ye, for honour he doth not like. He cannot honour inherit, and he knows he can never merit: And therefore he cannot bear it that any one elſe ſhould wear it. Sing hi ho envious lown, you'r of the Beagles kind, Who always barked at the Moon, becauſe in the Dark it ſhin'd. Sing hi ho, &c. 'Tis this that vengeance rowſes that while you make long prayers, You eat up widows houſes and drank the Orphans tears. Long time you kept a great noiſe, of God and the Good old Cauſe; But if God to you be ſo kind, then I'me of the Indians mind. Sing hi ho Sir Harry, we ſee by your demeanor, If longer here you tarry, you'l be Sir Harry Vane Senior. Sing hi ho, &c. Now, if your zeal do warm ye, pray lowd for fuirer weather, Swear to live and die with the Army, for theſe Birds are flown together. The Houſe is turnd out a door, (and I think it was no ſin too) If we take them there any more, wee'l throw the Houſe out of the window. Sing hi ho Tom Scot, you lint the Divel your hand: I wonder he helpt you not, but ſuffred you t'be trapand. Sing hi ho, &c. They'r once again conduced, and we freed from the evil To which we long were uſed, God bleſſe us next from the Divel! If they had not been outed, the Army had been routed, And then this Rotten Rump, had ſat until the laſt trump. But hi ho Lambort's here, the Protectors Inſtrument bore: And many there be that ſwear, his Lady had done it before. Sing hi ho, &c. Come here then honeſt Peters, ſay Grace for the ſecond courſe: So long as theſe your betters, muſt patience have upon force. Long time ye kept a great noiſe, with God and the Good old Cauſe, But if God own ſuch as theſe, then where's the Divels Fees. His rumps and his kidneys. Sing hi ho Hugo, I hear thou art not dead, Where now to the Divel will you go your Patrons being fled. Sing hi ho my hony, my heart ſhall never rue: Four and twenty now for a penny, and into the bargain HUGH.