England's Object: Or, Good and true news to all True-hearted Subjects, for the taking and apprehending of that horrid deluding sour of Sedition Hugh peter's, by the name of Thomson, in Southwark, Saturday September the first: With his Examination and Entertainment by the rest of the Rebellious crew now in the Tower of London.  
The tune is, Come hither my own sweet Duck.  
 

COme let us triumph and be folly  
brave Cavaléers every one,  
For I have more News to tell ye  
then any diurnal can:  
Hugh peter's he is taken,  
of a truth I tell to you,  
The Rump is not forsaken,  
to them he'll preach anew.  
Then hay ho, Hugh peter's  
cannot you find a Text.  
To please your fellow Brethren,  
they are so highly vexed.   

This is the man was wanting  
above this three months' space,  
And all the Rump lamenting  
they could not see his face,  
For he was deeply learned,  
all which they very well knew,  
But since he is returned  
now Gallows claim thy due.  
Then hay ho Hugh Peter's  
cannot you quote a Text,  
To please your holy Sisters  
they are so highly vexed.   

Now having so much leisure,  
to tell what came to pass,  
Concerning of his ceasure  
and how he taken was.  
In Southwark side he lodged.  
Sometimes in Kentish Town:  
From place to place he doged,  
till publicly he was known.  
Then hay ho Hugh peter's  
how like you now the Text  
Methinks the Tower Quarters  
have made you soundly vexed.   

He strangely turned his name,  
and Thomson he was called,  
Or like a countryman  
in debts had been inthraled  
He kept himself so close,  
by crafty cunning charms,  
Till apprehended was  
by a sergeant high at arms.  
Then hay ho Hugh peter's  
your wits did you deceive  
To change your Surry quarters  
and come with us to live.   

Come peter's I must tell you  
your crafts beguiled you now,  
Sad fortune have befell you,  
and all your jovial crew.  
The Rump hath got a-sliding,  
Hugh peter's got a fall,  
And Haslerig is chiding,  
like the devil amongst them all.  
Then hay ho Hugh peter's,  
can't you quote out a Text  
To learn Sir Arthur patience  
that is so highly vexed.   
 

WHen to the Tower he came  
as brethren used to do:  
There met him Henry Vain,  
both Scot and Mildmay to●:  
Then he to preach a Sermon,  
the Spirit did him call,  
Drew forth an old Diurnal  
and preached before them all:  
Then hay ho Hugh peter's  
they liked your Doctrine well,  
Which gave them such direction  
how they should go to hell.   

The next that came was a Rumper,  
and cal●d great Haselrig,  
I'll warrant ye he was a thumper  
to dance a Parliament jig:  
He joyed to see his Chaplain,  
and did congratulate  
But never was such tattling,  
concerning Church and State  
As was between these creatures  
I must tell to you  
sister Arthur and Hugh peter's,  
the Gallows claim his due.   

Luke Robinson came after  
the Parson for so view,  
And asked if Sir Arthur  
had heard his Sermon new,  
Who said that he had quoted  
a noble Rumping Text,  
For which he should be Uoted  
at Tyburn to preach next.  
Then hay ho Hugh peter's  
my heart shall never rue  
In such a worthy pension  
Esquire Dun shall pay thy due   

The Tower is strongly made  
and peter's he is within  
I'm sure he had a hand  
in martering of our King.  
Now all will be disclosed  
and brought to public view.  
All that he be opposed  
then Gallows claim thy due.  
With hay ho Hugh peter's  
you are fast within our locks,  
Therefore declare the persons  
disguised in white Frocks.   

These that had on long Uizards  
did on the Scaffold stand  
Like base presumptuous Wizards  
Placed by the devil's hand.  
So expert and so even  
was one 'tis thought 'twas you  
The blow was fatal given  
come peter's tell me true.  
Examine all your fellows  
prove it perfectly  
Or else on Tyburn Gallows  
your neck shall hanged be.   
Finis.   

Printed for F. Coles. T. Uere, and VV. Gilbertson.