The last farewell of three bold Traitors.  
Bloody Cromwell, bloody Bradshaw and Tyrant Ireton, who being drawn to Tyborn upon two Sledges, January 30. 1661. the same day of the month as they Murdered our Sovereign Lord King Charles the first, of ever blessed Memory, Cromwel's Sledg coming first to Tyborn, his Coffin was broken open, than a rope put about his Neck, by the Executioner, and drawn upon the South side of Tyborn, Bradshaw and Ireton, come on the second Sledg, and Bradshaw was drawn up with a rope on the East side of Tyborn, and Ireton was hanged on the North side; they did hang for the space of six or seven hours, in the view of thousands of people, than was their heads cut off by the Executioner, and their bones buried under Tyborn, and their heads set where the King's Majesty pleaseth.  
To the Tune of, Oliver was of Huntingdon, etc.  
 


WHO did not hear of oliver's Nose,  
with a fa, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lafoy, lero.  
It was of the largest size as I suppose,  
with a fa, lafoy, etc.  
O he was excellent cunning and wise,  
And Craftily fooled the people with lies.  
And thought by his wit to furmount the Skies,  
with a fa, etc.   

He was a Soldier in time of the War,  
with a fa, &c,  
And he caused many a bloody scar,  
with a fa, etc.  
From a Captain unto a Lord General,  
And then a Protector at last of all  
And from that high stile he there caught a fall,  
with a fa, etc.   

But in the first place, he ruled as a King,  
with a fa, etc.  
He had his pleasure, the world in a sling,  
with a fa, etc.  
He had whatsoever with the beck of his fist,  
And ●●m●unded all men to what he list,  
And those that offended, he gave them the Twist,  
with a fa, etc.   

Then Noll at last fell mighty sick,  
with a fa, etc.  
Past the care of man or Physic,  
with a fa, etc.  
When No●… was felling sick and would die,  
Beldame Ione ●ung for nither Chapawry,  
And having an Onion she seemed to cry,  
with a fa, etc.   

Then a brave Tomb there must be made,  
with a fa, etc.  
And in it this Hector must be laid,  
with a fa, etc.  
And further to worship their Idol beast,  
They every day made him a feast,  
After they had put, this bar-boone in his chest  
with a fa, etc.    

The Second part  
to the same Tune,  
 

But then brave Monk he turned the tide,  
with a fa la la la la lero,  
Threw Lambert and Haslerig out of their pride  
with a fa, etc.  
Brought in our King and the Traitors knapped,  
And many into fast prison was clapped,  
But they wanted a tyrant under ground wrapped  
with a fa etc.   

'twas thought the great wind had him stole,  
with a fa, etc.  
At last they dived into a hole,  
with a fa, etc.  
And looking into the Vault round,  
Olivers Nose they quickly found,  
And two Traitors more that lay under ground  
with a fa, etc.   

Then out of Westminster they lifted them hay,  
with a fa, etc.  
To the Sign of the Lion all in one day,  
with a fa, etc.  
And then upon the thirtieth day,  
On sledges they did them convey,  
To Tyburn for to take their way,  
with a fa, etc.   
Oliver first to Tyburn came,  
with a fa, etc.  
The Sheriff and his men for him made room,  
with a fa, etc.  
Then Squire Dun his Coffin burst,  
With a Rope Gaffer Cromwell up he trust,  
And when he came down his head off must,  
with a fa, etc.  

Then Bradshaw next that bloody judge,  
with a fa, etc.  
To hang him up Dun did not grudge,  
with a fa, etc.  
Their did hang this bloody fiend,  
On Tyburn he had a stretching swing,  
And then next his head must be severed from him,  
with a fa, etc.   

Then Ireton next to make a triangle,  
with a fa, etc.  
They there by the Neck in a halter did dangle,  
with a fa, etc.  
Now these Traitors have lost their powers  
Who formerly had gained Towns and Towers,  
Did hang at Tyborn six or seven hours,  
with a fa, etc.   

Cromwell, Bradshaw, Ireton, farewel,  
with a fa, etc.  
A mess under Tyburn for the Devil of hell,  
with a fa, etc.  
From Tyburn they e'er bid adieu,  
And there is an end of a stinking crew,  
I wish all may to their King prove true,  
with a fa la la la la lero.    By Abraham Miles. 
Vivat Rex.   

London Printed for John Andrews at the White-Lyon near Pie Corner