FORTUNATE RISING, OR THE RUMP UPWARD.  

Good People, and you, that have been undone,  
By Guns, and Drums, and the Trumpet's tone,  
And new hard Words since Forty and One,   

Which nobody can deny.   

Here is a word, that will plague you more  
Than any, that ever went before,  
'Tis The Rump of Harry Martin's Whore,   

Which, &c.   

The Cause was at first a pretty conceit  
To create a dirty Rebel great;  
But now that has left th'imperial Seat,   

which, &c.   

A General was a glorious Name,  
Till Essex his Member spoilt its Fame;  
For a soldier ought to be good at the Game,   

which, &c.   

The Communication Line was a jig,  
And as good as the Bath to make women big,  
Who never were so, till they learned to dig,   

Which, &c.   

Artillery was a thundering word,  
Where many appeared with Musket and Sword  
To fright poor Atkins out of a Turd,   

Which, &c.   

Cavalier was a name of as great a Force,  
As centaur, that is both Man and Horse,  
And for Ravishing suffered many a curse,   

Which, &c.   

Yet every woman, that had this fear,  
Although in her heart a Roundhead she were,  
In her belly she wished a Cavalier,   

Which, &c.   

Sequestration scared men out of their Plate,  
Excise drew potent Ale out of date,  
And the corpse de Garde broke many a pate,   

Which, &c.   

The Plunderers made men hide their money,  
And women their jewels, if they had any;  
And one there was, hid gold in her coney,   

Which, &c.   

A Commonwealth is a Citizens trust,  
And by his wife adored it must,  
As a topic to prove adultery just,   

Which, &c.   

The Protector stormed at all mankind,  
Made Kings, and Princes walk behind,  
Till the devil out-ranted him in a wind,   

Which, &c.   

The Committee of Safety threw the Dye;  
But somebody spit in his face from on high,  
And made the valiant Fleetwood cry,   

Which, etc:   

But the RUMP is a word of such a power,  
Pronounced, your Beer, like Thunder, 'twill sour,  
And after making you squitter an hour,   

Which, &c.   

The Squirting at EPSOM'S not worth a louse,  
RUMP outdoes all, that come there to carouse;  
For it shit from Portsmouth to Wallingford House,   

Which, &c.   

If Booth were no Knave, a Fool let him be,  
To keep such a stir for Liberty,  
When the Rump sets all its Tenant Free,   

Which nobody, & o.   

He that could imitate sounds in a Fart,  
And speak from behind with a wondrous Art,  
Were the living now, should take Lenthal's part,   

Which no, &c.   

And then a Fart for the City forces,  
For Monk, that's coming with all his Horses,  
And a T— for Fairfax too, that worse is,   

Which, &c.   

A Parson once in a frolic Divine  
Exhausted Glasses twenty and nine,  
For Turkey's Rump in Canary Wine,   

which, &c.   

And sure he received a Revelation,  
When to Preach he left his first Vocation,  
That a Rump in time should rule the Nation,   

which, &c.   

Montelion's dial's a droling Mock,  
With a stick in the Country fellows Dock,  
And fitter now than the palace Clock,   

Which, &c.   

Morlay, a joint of the Rump, grew Big,  
And swelling; but politic Hasilrigge,  
Has sent him for physic to Doctor Trigge,   

Which, &c.   

Mad Vane was Anointed King, and said,  
He received a Crown that burdened his Head,  
For which the Rump sent him home to Bed,   

Which, &c.   

The Abjuring Oath made the Speaker Sick,  
Which Hasilrigge taking in the Nick,  
For his feigned one showed him a real Trick,   

Which, &c.   

Thus, what for aliment is unfit,  
The tail by a virtue guiding it,  
Excludes, and leaves itself beshit,   

Which, &c.   

Let no Man then pretend any Cause,  
Against the Rump to open his jaws,  
For it Rules by the Fundamental Laws,   

Which nobody can deny.    

London, Printed for Henry James.