The Ballad of the CLOAK: Dr. The Cloaks Knavery.
To the Tune of,
From Hunger and Cold: Or,
Packington's Pound.
COme buy my new Ballet,
I have't in my Wallet,
But 'twill not I fear please every Pallet:
Then mark what ensu'th,
I swear by my Youth,
That every Line in my Ballad is truth,
A Ballad of Wit, a brave Ballad of worth,
'Tis newly Printed, and newly come forth:
'Twas made of a Cloak that ell out with a Gown,
That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
I'le tell you in brief,
A Story of Grief,
Which happen'd when Cloak was Commander in Chief:
It tore Common-Prayers,
Imprison'd Lord Mayors,
In one day it voted down Prelates and Players:
It made people in point of Obedience,
And the Covenant did cut off the Oath of Allegiance,
Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
It was a Black Cloak,
In good time be it spoke,
That kill'd many thousands, but never struck stroak:
With Hatchet and Rope,
The Forlorn Hope,
Did joyn with the Devil to pull down the Pope:
It set all the Sects in the City to work,
And rather then fail, 'twould have brought in the
Turk:
Then let us endeavour, &c.
It seiz'd on the Tow'r Guns,
Those fierce Demi-Gorgons,
It brought in the Bag-pipes, and pull'd down the Organs
The Pulpits did smoak,
The Churches did Choak,
And all our Religion was turn'd to a Cloak:
It brought in Lay-Elders could not write nor Read,
It set publick Faith up, and pull'd down the Creed:
Then let us endeavour, &c.
This Pious Imposter,
Such fury did foster,
It left us no Penny, nor no Pater-Nosier;
It threw to the ground,
Ten Commandments down,
And set up twice twenty times ten of its own:
It routed the King, and Villians Elected,
To plunder all those whom they thought disaffected:
Then let us endeavour, &c.
To blind peoples eyes,
This Cloak was so wise,
It took off Ship-money, but set up Excise;
Men brought in their Plate,
For Reasons of State,
And gave it to
Tom Trumpeter and his Mate:
In Pamphlets it writ many specious Epistles,
To cozen poor Wenches of Bodkins and Whistles:
Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippl'd the Crown.
IN Pulpits it moved,
And was much approved,
For crying out —
Fight the Lords Battle Beloved;
It bob-tayl'd the Gown,
Put Prelacy down,
It trod on the Myter to reach at the Crown:
And into the field it an Army did bring,
To aim at the Council but shot at the King:
Then let us endeavour, &c.
It raised up States,
Whose Politick Pates,
Do now keep their Quarters on the City Gates:
To Father and Mother,
To Sister and Brother,
It gave a Commission to Kill one another:
It took up Mens Horses at very low rates,
And Plunder'd our Goods to secure our Estates;
Then let us endeavour, &c.
This Cloak did proceed
To a Damnable deed,
It made the best Mirror of Majesty bleed:
Thought Cloak did not do't,
He set it on Foot,
By Rallying and calling his Journey-men to't:
For never had come such a Bloody Disaster,
If Cloak had not first drawn a Sword to his Master:
Then let us endeavour, &c.
Though some of them went hence,
By sorrowful Sentence,
This lofty long Cloak is not mov'd to Repentance;
But he and his Men,
Twenty Thousand times ten,
Are plotting to do their Tricks over agen:
But let this proud Cloak to Authority stoop,
Or
CATCH will provide him a Button and Loop:
Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
That basely did sever the Head from the Crown.
Let's pray that the King,
And his Parliament,
In Sacred and Secular Things may consent:
So Righteously firm,
And Religiously free;
That Papists and Atheists suppressed may be:
And as there's one Deity doth over-reign us,
One Faith, and one Form, & one Church may contain us:
Then peace, Truth and plenty, our Kingdom will Crown,
And all popish plots and their plotters shall down.
FINIS.
Printed for P. Brooksby, near the Hospital-Gate, in West-smithfield.