King CHARLES his Glory, And REBELS Shame.
To a pleasant New Tune: Or, The Crost Couple.
CHARLES the first was a Noble King,
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His Fame thorow all the world did ring,
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But in this he was to blame
That after all his pomp and Fame,
To lose himself at a Scottish Game.
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Twas but a foolish thing.
He was a Prince of courage stout,
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Although his Glass was soon run out,
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Behind him he left a Noble Stock,
May give Traitors a handsom knock,
For making a King submit to a block
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Good things may wind about,
then Husons Eye goes ou [...]
The blood that he lost as I suppose,
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Caus'd fire to rise in Olivers Nose,
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This Ruling Nose did bear such a sway,
It cast such a heat and shining ray,
That England scarce knew night from day
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Good Lord preserve his house.
This Oliver was of Huntington,
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Born he was but a Brewers Son,
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He soon forsook the Dray and Sling,
And counted a Brew-house a petty thing,
Unto the Stately Throne of a King.
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It far surpast a Tun.
But Oliver had a heart of Gall,
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To murther his Prince at White-hall,
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He swares whosoever is over the Main,
Whether a French King or of Spain,
Yet in England no King shall Raign.
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Lest Nol himself should fall.
Duke Humphrey was the first Protector,
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Henry the second the next Projector,
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Then thirdly Oliver he took place,
But Lucifer soon removed his Grace,
And set up yong Dick the fool of his race.
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Dick loved a Cup of Nector
No sooner was Dickee got up to the throne,
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But he considered 'twas none of his own,
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And staring this way, and that way about,
Desirous to be resolved of a doubt,
In comes Lambert and turns him out.
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So Lamberts courage was shown.
Fleetwood desirous of the place,
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Sends forth Lambert the Scots to face,
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But in the strength of his desire,
When he did intend poor Jocky to fire,
His men forsook him and left him [...]th mire.
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Ay and that was his disgrace.
Thus you perceive how some do rise,
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And even surmount the Aerie Skies.
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But when they are up they shall have a fall,
Witness Fleetwood, blind Hewson, and all
The Ragged Rout of a Coblers Stall.
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Would Hewson had both his eyes.
When Dame Fortune casteth a frown,
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These upstart Gallants fall headlong down,
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I could wish they would view their own state,
And Repent before tis to late,
For fear lest a Gibbet will be their last fate,
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Or whipping about the Town.
Clear Whitehall of Lobster and Goose,
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Cast RUMPS and Kidneys out of the house,
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Fetch in Charls from over the Main,
Make Wars with Dutch men, peace with Spain,
Then we shall have money and Trading again.
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And then we care not a Lowse.
Citizens look to your hits, I say,
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Let no Cobler preach nor pray,
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Tom Coblers gone the Lord knows whether,
Lambert and he I hope are together,
Now fetch in the King we shall have fair weather.
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Whip Coblers run away.
Blind Huson was not over kind,
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To run and leave his men behind,
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I wish we could find him by the scent,
There's neither Law nor RUMP Parliament
Should save him from death to give us content.
Good People pitty the Blind.