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Rump Songs.
Part I.
This fits a Lay-man to preach and to pray man,
’Tis this can make a Lord of him that was a Dray-man;
Forth from the dull Pit, of Follies full pit;
This brought an Hebrew Iron-monger to the Pulpit:
Such pittiful Things be, more happier then Kings be;
This got the Heraldry of Thimblebee and Slingsbee;
No Gospel can guide it, no Law can decide it,
In Church or State, untill the Sword hath sanctify’d it.
’Tis this can make a Lord of him that was a Dray-man;
Forth from the dull Pit, of Follies full pit;
This brought an Hebrew Iron-monger to the Pulpit:
Such pittiful Things be, more happier then Kings be;
This got the Heraldry of Thimblebee and Slingsbee;
No Gospel can guide it, no Law can decide it,
In Church or State, untill the Sword hath sanctify’d it.
Down goes the Law-tricks, for from that Matrix
Sprung holy Hewson’s Power, and tumbled down St. Patricks;
The Sword prevails so highly in Wales too,
Shinkin ap Powel cryes, and swears Cuts-pluttera-nails too;
In Scotland this Waster, did make such disaster,
They sent their Money back for which they sold their Master;
It batter’d so their Dunkirke, and did so the Don firk,
That he is fled, and swears, the Devil is in Dunkirke.
Sprung holy Hewson’s Power, and tumbled down St. Patricks;
The Sword prevails so highly in Wales too,
Shinkin ap Powel cryes, and swears Cuts-pluttera-nails too;
In Scotland this Waster, did make such disaster,
They sent their Money back for which they sold their Master;
It batter’d so their Dunkirke, and did so the Don firk,
That he is fled, and swears, the Devil is in Dunkirke.
He that can tower o’er him that is lower,
would be but thought a Fool to put away his Power;
Take Books and rent ’um, who would invent ’um,
When as the Sword replyes, Negatur argumentum?
would be but thought a Fool to put away his Power;
Take Books and rent ’um, who would invent ’um,
When as the Sword replyes, Negatur argumentum?
