A free-parliament-litany.  
To the tune of An old soldier of the Queens.  

1  
MOre ballads;— here's a spick- &- span new Supplication;  
By Order of a Committee for the Reformation  
To be read in all Churches, and chapels of this Nation,  
Upon pain of Slavery, and Sequestration  
From fools, and Knaves, in our Parl'ament Free Libera nos Domine.   

2  
From those that ha' more Religion, & less Conscience, than their fellows:  
From a Representative, that's fearful, & jealous;  
From a starting Jadish people, that is troubled with the yellows  
And a Priest that blows the coal— (a Turd in the Bellows)  
From fools, & Knaves, &c.   

3  
From shepherds, that lead their Flocks into the Briers;  
And then, Fleece 'em.— From Vow-breakers, & king-triers:  
— Of Church- and Crown-Lands from both Sellers, and Buyers:  
From the Children of him, that's the Father of liars.  
From fools, & Knaves, &c.   

4  
From the Doctrine, and Discipline of 
* Sedgewick  now, and anon;  
Preserve us, & our wives: from 
* John a Nokes  John T, & Saint 
* John a styles  John  
Like Master, like Man, every way but one:  
The Master has a large conscience, and the Man, has none.  
From fools, and Knaves, &c.   

5  
From Major- generals,- Army- Officers; and that fanatic crew:  
From the parboiled Pimp Scot;- and from Goodface the Jew:  
From old Mildmay, that in Cheapside mistook his 
* Repulsed by a citizen's wife  Queüe  
And from him that won't Pledge— give the Devil hi● due,  
From fools, & Knaves, &c.   

6  
From longwinded speeches, and not a wise word,  
From a Gospel-minstry settled by th' sword  
From the Act of a Rump, that stinks whent 't is stirred;  
From a Knight of the Post, and a Cobbling Lord.   

7.  
From fools. and Knaves, &c.  
From all the rich people that ha' made us poor;  
From a Speaker that creeps to the House by a backdoor:  
From that-Badger Robinson, (that limps, and bites sore:)  
And that dog in a doublet Arthur,— that will do so no more.  
From fools, and Knaves, &c.   

8  
From a certain Sly Knave with a beastly name:  
From a Parl'ment that's wild, and a people, that's tame:  
From Skippon, Titchbourne, Ireton,— and another of the Game;  
From a Dunghill Cock, and a Hen of the Same  
From fools, and Knaves, &c.   

9  
From all those that sat in the High Court of Justice;  
From usurpers, that stile themselves the people's trusties:  
From an old Rump, in which neither Profit nor Gust is;  
And from the recovery of that which now in the dust is.  
From fools, and Knaves, &c.   

10  
From a Back sliding Saint, that pretends t' Acquicesce;  
From crossing of Proverbs (let 'em Hang that confess)  
From a snivelling cause, in a pontifical dress:  
And two 
* Jacks both  Lawyer's, with the devil, and his dam in a mess.  
From fools, and Knaves, &c.   

11  
From those that trouble the waters, to mend the Fishing;  
And fight the Lords ' battles, under th' devil's Commission:  
Such as eat up the Nation, while the government's a dishing  
And from a people when it should be doing, stands wishing.  
From fools, and Knaves, &c.   

12  
From an ever lasting mock- Parliament;— and from none;  
From Strafford's old friends;— Harry, Jack, and John  
From the solicitors ' Wolf-law, deliver our King's son;  
And from the Resurrection of the Rump that is dead, and gone.  
From fools, and Knaves, &c.   

13  
From foreign invasion, and Commotions at home;  
From our present distraction, and from worse to come:  
From the same hand again; Smectymnuus or the bum,  
And from taking Geneva in our way to Rome.  
From fools, and Knaves, &c.   

14  
From a Hundred thousand pound Tax, to maintain Knaves and Whores:  
(But it is well given, to these, that turned those out of doors)  
From undoing ourselves, in Plastring old-fores;  
He that set them a-work, let him pay their scores.  
From fools, and Knaves, &c.   

15.  
From Saints, and Tender-Consciences in Buff.  
From Mounson in a foam; and Has●erigg in a Hoff;  
From both men and women that think they never have enough.  
And from a fool's Head that looks through a chain and a Ruff.  
From fools, and Knaves, &c.   

16.  
From those that would divide the general and the City:  
From Harry Martin's Whore, that was neither Sound nor Pretty.  
From a Faction, that has neither brain, nor pity;  
From the Mercy of a fanatic Committee.  
From Fools, and Knaves, &c.   

17.  
Preserve us Good Heaven from entrusting those  
That ha' much to get, and little to lose:  
That murdered the Father, and the Son would depose.  
(Sure they can't be our Friends, that are their countries foes.  
From fool, and Knaves, &c.   

18.  
From Bradshaw's Presumption, and from Hoyle's despairs,  
From Rotten Members; blind Guides; Preaching Aldermen; and false mayors.  
From Long Knives, Long ears, Long Parliaments, and Long prayers.  
In mercy to this Nation,— Deliver us and our Heirs.  
From fools, and Knaves, &c.   
Libera nos Domine.  
FINIS.