The Cities welcome to colonel RICH and colonel BAXTER, with their solemn Invitation to the Sainted Commanders in the Army, to come and Quarter amongst them.  

IF we may, dare to say,  
That you most welcome are,  
Most holy, holy, Colonels,  
Great moguls of the war:  
Our blessed Parliament,  
Most wisely for you sent,  
Your Forces near to draw  
For to keep us in awe.   

For we are sure to be  
Your vassals, and your Slaves,  
And 'tis but Justice we confess,  
That Knaves should stoop to Knaves:  
We were the first that strove,  
Such was our Zealous love,  
We are the last shall smart,  
But you shall bear a part.   

Therefore come with Fife and Drum,  
Ye Army that are Sainted,  
And Quarter here amongst us,  
We long to be acquainted:  
O 'twill be very brave,  
Freequarter here to have,  
Each house turned to an inn,  
What wonders then begin?   

Hewson, 
Col. Hewson a shoemaker.  we have been to thee,  
Ere now obliged much,  
For Shoes which thou hast sold us,  
Therefore we shall not grudge.  
Pride, 
Col. Pride sometime a Drayman.  thee we shall not jeer,  
Thou ever brought'st good beer,  
Measure thou didst allow,  
we'll licour thee I vow.   

Okey, 
Col. Okey a tailor.  thou hast e'er now,  
Before we were such Noddies,  
Although thou stolest half in half,  
Made Garments for our bodies.  
Stains, 
Stains a cozening alchemist  pray be thou not missed,  
Who art an alchemist,  
When we have spent our store,  
Thy Stone will help to more.   

Watson, 
Watson a Clipper.  thee I long to see  
By God, and by the Hallowes,  
We are glad that for embating coin,  
Thou lately scap'st the gallows.  
Come Lambert, 
Lambert a Dipper.  there's a Crew  
Would be baptised a new,  
Come with thy troops to town,  
Help Maids and Wives to drown.   

Oliver, 
King Cromwell.  we thee prefer,  
To guide these boys unto us,  
Thou art the King of our New State,  
And worthy to undo us:  
Thy Nose and fiery Face,  
Speaks thee a babe of Grace,  
And most regenerate,  
As Sack did ere create.   

There's no such thing as CHARLES our King,  
We here renounce Him ever,  
we'll have no King, but thee sweet Nol,  
Or Tom that glorious Feather:  
Our houses we'll prepare  
For thy brave men of war,  
Our Wives we will adorn,  
He's happy wears the horn.   

Don't you believe we will deceive  
Our trust, or the least harm you,  
Or that we will a rising make,  
And then by force disarm you:  
Or that when as you sleep,  
we'll on your faces peep,  
And for to gain your Coats,  
Most wisely cut your throats.   

You cannot sure but be secure  
'Mongst us that first did raise you,  
Who have allowed you constant pay,  
And evemore did praise you:  
Do you not fear to venture  
Amongst us for to enter,  
You know the Danes thrived well  
Until the dismal Knell.   

Alas you know, the case is so,  
We now must be content  
To smart for our base follies,  
Our trusty Parliament  
(And you) have jointly now agreed  
To prey on all we have,  
But yet by God we'll break the rod,  
And fight, our goods to save.   

The Scottish Nation are out of fashion,  
You have no farther need,  
But Jockey is resolved  
To come on this side Tweed:  
They'll now not be content,  
To have their Money sent,  
They'll come themselves and strain,  
And then turn back again.   

But first those men accursed,  
That have abused their King,  
They mean to call to an account  
For their good Governing:  
Say must no longer Rule,  
Nor Martin that same Mule,  
And all the Holy Flock  
Must taste the Chopping-block.   

Whitehall now I know not how,  
Is topsy-turvy turned,  
The Thimble-makers bonny boys 
Col. Baxter.   
Have private Mansions scorned:  
Kings Houses only be  
Fit for our soldiery,  
Parliament, Army, All,  
Are Kings in general.   

Come then dear brethren,  
and fortify the city,  
All that is in't we know is yours,  
Yet pray show us some pity;  
Or rather be so wise,  
To follow this advice,  
Keep yourselves where you are,  
For we your Mart shall mar.   
Finis.   

Printed in the year, 1648.