The Cities welcome to Colonell RICH and Colonell BAXTER, with their solemne Invitation to the Sainted Commanders in the Army, to come and Quarter amongst them.
IF we may, dare to say,
That you most welcome are,
Most holy, holy, Colonels,
Great Mogulls of the Warre:
Our blessed Parliament,
Most wisely for you sent,
Your Forces neere to draw
For to keepe us in awe.
For we are sure to be
Your Vassailes, and your Slaves,
And 'tis but Justice we confesse,
That Knaves should stoop to Knaves:
We were the first that strove,
Such was our Zealous love,
We are the last shall smart,
But you shall beare a part.
Therefore come with Fife and Drum,
Ye Army that are Sainted,
And Quarter here amongst us,
We long to be acquainted:
O 'twill be very brave,
Free-Quarter here to have,
Each house turn'd to an Inne,
What wonders then begin?
Hewson,
Col.
Hewson a Shomaker.
we have beene to thee,E're now obliged much,
For Shoes which thou hast sold us,
Therefore we shall not grutch.
Pride,
Col.
Pride sometime a Drayman.
thee we shall not jeere,Thou ever brought'st good Beere,
Measure thou did'st allow,
Wee'l licour thee I vow.
Okey,
Col.
Okey a Taylor.
thou hast e're now,Before we were such Noddies,
Although thou stolest halfe in halfe,
Made Garments for our boddies.
Staines,
Staines a cozening Alchymist
pray be thou not mist,Who art an Alchymist,
When we have spent our store,
Thy Stone will helpe to more.
Watson,
Watson a Clipper.
thee I long to seeBy God, and by the Hallowes,
We are glad that for embating Coine,
Thou lately scap'st the Gallowes.
Come
Lambert,
Lambert a Dipper.
there's a CrewWould be baptiz'd a new,
Come with thy Troopes to Towne,
Helpe Maids and Wives to drowne.
Oliver,
King
Cromwell.
we thee prefer,To guide these boyes unto us,
Thou art the King of our New State,
And worthy to undoe us:
Thy Nose and fiery Face,
Speakes thee a babe of Grace,
And most regenerate,
As Sack did e're create.
There's no such thing as CHARLES our King,
We here renounce Him ever,
Wee'le have no King, but thee sweet
Nol,
Or
Tom that glorious Feather:
Our houses wee'le prepare
For thy brave men of Warre,
Our Wives we will adorne,
He's happy weares the Horne.
Don't you believe we will deceive
Our trust, or the least harme you,
Or that we will a rising make,
And then by force dis-arme you:
Or that when as you sleepe,
Wee'le on your faces peepe,
And for to gaine your Coats,
Most wisely cut your throats.
You cannot sure but be secure
'Mongst us that first did raise you,
Who have allow'd you constant pay,
And evemore did praise you:
Doe you not feare to venter
Amongst us for to enter,
You know the
Danes thriv'd well
Untill the dismall Knell.
Alas you know, the case is so,
We now must be content
To smart for our base follies,
Our Trustie Parliament
(And you) have joyntly now agreed
To prey on all we have,
But yet by God wee'le break the rod,
And fight, our goods to save.
The Scottish Nation are out of fashion,
You have no farther need,
But
Jockey is resolved
To come on this side
Tweed:
They'l now not be content,
To have their Money sent,
They'l come themselves and straine,
And then turne back againe.
But first those men accurst,
That have abus'd their King,
They meane to call to an accompt
For their good Governing:
Say must no longer Rule,
Nor
Martin that same Mule,
And all the Holy Flock
Must taste the Chopping-block.
White-hall now I know not how,
Is topsie-turvey turn'd,
The Thimble-makers bonney boyes
Col.
Baxter.
Have private Mansions scorn'd:
Kings Houses onely be
Fit for our Souldierie,
Parliament, Army, All,
Are Kings in Generall.
Come then deare Bretheren,
and Fortifie the Citie,
All that is in't we know is yours,
Yet pray shew us some pitie;
Or rather be so wise,
To follow this advice,
Keepe your selves where you are,
For we your Mart shall marre.
Finis.