THE BISHOPS LAST GOOD-NIGHT.  
Where Popery and Innovations do begin,  
There Treason will by degrees come in.  
If they had ruled still, where had we been?  
God keep us from Prelates, Popish Prelates.  

Only canonical prayers  Bishops. 
So we desire it.  Citizens. 
no afternoon sermons  
Then no Bishops   
The Pope. 
Estote proditores 
 betray your Country  Jesuit, friar, and Papist.  

I.  
COme down Prelates, all a-row,  
Your Protestation brings you low,  
Have not we always told you so;  
You are too saucy Prelates,  
Come down Prelates.   

II.  
Canterbury your arms from the Steeple high,  
The storms have caused low to lie,  
You know not how soon yourself may die,  
Prepare yourself Canterbury;  
Down must Canterbury.   

III.  
York, when you were Lincoln of late,  
You were in the Tower, yet still you will prate,  
How dare you Protest against the whole State,  
You are too bold York,  
Come down proud York.   

IV.  
Durham, how dare you be so bold,  
To have the Parliament by you controlled,  
'Twere better you to the Scots had been sold,  
You are deceived Durham,  
Come down old Durham.   

V.  
Coventry, and Lichfeild, your Popery is known,  
'Twere better you had let the Parliament alone,  
But now it's too late to make your moan,  
You are fast Coventry,  
Come down Coventry.   

VI.  
Norwich, is your Remonstrance come to this,  
We now see what your humility is;  
Were you removed from Exeter for this,  
You are led away Norwich,  
Come down Norwich.   

VII.  
Asaph, what a change is here,  
You that even now was so great a peer,  
And now a Prisoner this new year;  
You must lie by it Asaph,  
In the Tower Asaph.   

VIII.  
Bath and wells, where is now thy hope,  
Canst thou not get a pardon from the Pope,  
To pass away without a Rope?  
Where art thou Bath and wells?  
Down must bathe and Wels.   

Ix..  
Hereford, was never so promoted,  
Since out of the Convocation he was rooted,  
To hasten this project it was well footed,  
To bring thee down Hereford,  
Down must Hereford.   

X.  
Oxford, the Students will curse thy fact,  
For doing of such an ungodly Act,  
Thy credit now is utterly cracked:  
You are not for Oxford,  
But the Tower Oxford.   

XI.  
Ely, thou hast always to thy power,  
Left the Church naked in a storm and shower,  
And now (for't) thou must to thy old friend i'th' Tower;  
To the Tower must Ely,  
Come away Ely.   

XII.  
Gloster, go tell old William now,  
That thou art made perforce to bow,  
Merely drawn in, thou know'st though how,  
You must away Gloster,  
To prison poor Gloster.   

XIII.  
Peterborough, England knows thee well,  
Where is thy candle, book, and Bell?  
Thy Pardons now will never fell,  
There's no help Peterborough,  
Go must Peterborough.   

XIIII.  
Landaff, provide for St. David's day,  
Lest the leek, and Red-herring run away,  
Are you resolved to go or to stay?  
You are called for Landaff,  
Come in Landaff.   
FINIS.   

London Printed in the year that ended,  
When the Prelates Protestation against the Parliament was vended,  
And they were sent to the Tower, as the old year ended,  
By a dozen together,  
In frosty weather.  
Anno Dom. 164●.