BUMM-FODER OR, waste-paper  
Proper to wipe the Nation's RUMP with, or your Own.  

FRee quarter in the North is grown so scarce,  
That Lambert with all his men of Mars  
Have submitted to kiss the Parliaments Arse,  
Which nobody can deny.   

If this should prove true, (as we do suppose)  
'tis such a wipe as the RUMP and all's Foes  
Could never give to old Oliver's nose:  
Which, &c.   

There's a Proverb come to my mind not unfit,  
When the head shall see the RUMP all beshit,  
Sure this must prove a most lucky hit:  
Which &c.   

There's another Proverb which every Noddy  
Will jeer the RUMP with, and cry Hoddy Doddy,  
Here's a Parliament all Arse and nobody.  
Which &c.   

'tis a likely matter the world will mend  
When so much blood and treasure we spend,  
And yet begin again at the wrong End:  
Which &c.   

We have been round and round about twirled,  
And through much sad confusions hurled,  
And now we are got into the arse of the world:  
Which &c.   

But 'tis not all this our courage will quail,  
Or make the brave Seamen to the RUMP strike sail,  
If we can have no head, we will have no Tail:  
Which &c.   

Then let a Free-Parliament be turned trump,  
And ne'er think any longer the Nation to mump  
With your pocky, perjured, damned, old Rump:  
Which &c.   

But what doth Rebel Rump make here  
When their proper place (as Will. Pryn doth swear)  
Is at the devil's arse in Derbyshire:  
Which &c.   

Then thither let us send them a tilt,  
For if they stay longer, they will us beguilt  
With a Government that is loose in the Hilt:  
Which &c.   

You'll find it set down in harrington's model,  
Whose brains a Commonwealth do so coddle,  
That t''has made a Rotation in his noddle:  
Which &c.   

'tis a pitiful pass you men of the Sword  
Have brought yourselves to, that the Rumps your Lord,  
And arsy-varsy, must be the word,  
Which, &c.   

Our powder and shot you did freely spend,  
That the Head you might from the Body rend,  
And now you are at us with the butt-end,  
which, &c.   

Old Martin and Scot have still such an itch,  
That they will with the Rump try tother twitch;  
And Lenthal can grease a fat Sow in the britch:  
which, &c.   

That's a thing that would please the Butchers and Cooks,  
To see this stinking Rump quite off the hooks,  
And Jack-Daw go to pot with the Rooks.  
Which, &c.   

This forward Sir John (who the Rump did never fail)  
Against Charles Stuart, in a Speech did rail;  
But men say it was without head or tail,  
Which, &c.   

Just such is the Government we live under,  
Of a Parliament thrice cut in sunder;  
And this hath made us the world's wonder,  
Which, &c.   

Old Noll when we talked of Magna Charta,  
Did prophecy well we should all smart-a,  
And now we have found his RUMPS Magni Fart-a,  
Which, &c.   

But I can't think Monck (though a soldier and sloven)  
To be kin to the Fiend, whose feet are cloven,  
Nor will creep i'th' Rumps Arse, to bake in their Oven,  
Which, &c.   

Then since he is coming, e'en let him come  
From the North to the South, with Sword and Drum,  
To beat up the quarters of this lewd Bum;  
Which, &c.   

And now of this Rump I'll say no more,  
Nor had I begun, but upon this score,  
There was something behind, which was not before;  
Which, &c.   
FINIS, In English, The RUMP.