THE COCK-CROWING AT THE Approach of a Free-Parliament OR  

Good news in a ballad  
More sweet to your palate  
Then fig, Raison, or stewed Prune is.  
A country wit made it  
Who ne'er got by th' trade yet.  
And Mad Tom of Bedlam the Tune is.   

[1]  
MOre Wine Boy; To be sober  
Is sottish, in my opinion,  
When so ne●●e we do see  
The day that will free  
Three kingdoms and a Dominion.  

CHORUS.  
Then of with your Pots,  
English, Irish, and Scots,  
And loyal Cambro-brittains',  
From Lobster like jump  
And the Head-playing Rump  
You'll some have an acquittance.    

[2]  
Though Monck's mind lies not open  
To every eye that's busy,  
A free Parliament  
Is in his intent  
No Noll, nor Lambert is he.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[3]  
A Parliament untainted,  
(Away with secluded Members:  
New flames it might make,  
 
 

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[4]  
A Parliament of Members  
That in blood and estate are no small boys;  
The devilish Rump-elves  
Are for none but themselves,  
Those will be (like God) for us all boys.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[5]  
Such a Parliament more happy  
Than Fishes will create you,  
Though no trade you do drive  
But to tipple and swive,  
You'll be plump in flesh and estate too.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[6]  
No Canaan to old England,  
Were it rid of the red-coat Philistian  
Good Wine and a coney  
Exceed Milk and Honey  
In the sense of Cavalier Christian.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[7]  
A Hound and a Hawk no longer  
Shall be tokens of a Disaffection,  
A cockfight shall cease  
To be breach of the Peace,  
And a Horse race an Insurrection.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[8]  
The Stages to their freedom  
Shall be restored soon after,  
And Poets like Lictors  
Shall scourge our Afflictors  
And make our old sufferings our Laughter,  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[9]  
Will, Pryn shall be the Master  
O' th' revels (for's contrition,)  
His Histrio-mastyx  
Was one of his rash-tricks  
E'er his early circumcision.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[10]  
we'll preach and pray 'thout canting  
In a language heaven knows better  
Then Ah Lord repeating  
And Hum and Ha bleating  
With Calves of the Lips in the Letter.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[11]  
we'll no more to enslave us  
Wear chains, but to boast our Riches,  
We Lobsters will eat,  
And not be their meat,  
When the right Rump wears the Breeches.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[12]  
All Nations shall adore us▪  
〈…〉 〈…〉ble,  
The Dutchmen shall fear us,  
 
And all to Mi 〈…〉 here us;  
And the French cry votre tres-humble.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[13]  
The citizens shall flourish,  
Lord Mayors, when th' office expires,  
Shall a knighthood obtain,  
If they're not of the strain  
Of Excise, nor churchland Buyers.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[14]  
This London had effected  
E'er now, and honour had got so,  
But for Knaves Ireton  
And Tichburn were known,  
When the Drugster's Son was not so.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[15]  
Each year shall bring a Harvest  
To th' ploughman, who was vexed ill  
When but ev'ry fourth year  
By the Tax-Calendar  
It came like the Bissextile.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[16]  
His Rent he shall pay duly,  
Nor to spend shall he want his groat e'er.  
His Landlord shall be  
Of his beer to him free,  
And of's flesh to his Wife and his Daughter.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[17]  
But now my serious fancies,  
A project is concocting,  
When God shall have sent  
A true Parliament,  
What a Rope we shall do with this mockthing  

Cho,  
Then of with, &c.    

[18]  
Like Mare with dock to th' Manger,  
To show it no cheat at all is.  
It like one doth appear,  
But it is none and where  
The Head should have been the tail is,  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[19]  
Or we'll send for the God of Lorrell,  
Who cooked so neatly the Peak-feast,  
And Hell Carbonado  
It with little ado  
To make the devil a breakfast   
Cho. Then of with, &c.  

[20]  
We read of a Rump in Saint Austin  
Which (before this of ours) outwent all;  
It sounds did let fly  
As articularly  
As it had had in it a Lenthall,  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[21]  
But ne'er poor Rum was firked  
Like this by wits, and by no wits.  
Nor ever was game  
So fit as this same  
To enter and flesh young Poets.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[22]  
More good things I could utter  
But now I find by a token,  
That the Play will begin,  
And good fortune come in  
E'er the Prologue be quite spoken.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[23]  
Charles Waine's o'er the new chimney,  
The Sun's near our Horizon,  
The fowls of the night  
Are taking their flight,  
E'er Cheshire pray they seize on.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[24]  
We'll drink and pray no longer  
For the King in mystical fashions  
But with Trumpet's sound  
His health shall go round,  
And our Prayers be Proclamations.  

Cho.  
Then of with, &c.    

[25]  
Now Jockey, Teag, and Jenkin,  
Pray no more to St. Andrew  
To Patrick, or Davie,  
But St. George, who, to save 'ee,  
'Gainst Dragon Rump like a man-drew.  

Cho.  
Then of with your pots  
English, Irish, and Scots  
And loyal Cambro-brittaines,  
From Lobster-like Jump,  
And the head-playing Rump  
You'll soon have an acquittance.    
FINIS.