THE GANG OR THE NINE WORTHIES AND CHAMPIONS, LAMBERT, &c.  
To the Tune of ROBIN HOOD  

IT was at the Birth of a winter's morn,  
With a hay down down a down down,  
Before the Crow had pissed,  
That nine Hero's in scorn  
Of a Parliament forlorn,  
Walked out with Sword in fist.   

Johnne Lambert was First, a dapper Squire,  
With a hay down, &c.  
A mickler man of might  
was ne'er in Yorkshire;  
And he did conspire  
With Vane Sir Harry a Knight.   

Desborow next, a goodlier swain,  
With a hay down, &c.  
An Easter Sun ne'er see;  
He drove on a main  
Without any brain,  
Such a jolt-head knave was he.   

Kelsey was a brave buttonmaker,  
With a hay down, &c.  
As ever setmould upon scewer;  
And this wiseaker  
Was a great pains taker,  
T'make Lambert's Nose look bluer.   

The Devout and Holy Major Creed,  
With a hay down, &c.  
I known't of what Faith or Sect,  
Had mounted a Steed,  
And vowed he would bleed  
'Fore Lambert should be checked.   

Duckenfield (Steel was ne'er so true,)  
With a hay down, &c.  
And as wise as ere was Toby  
Lay in the Purlew.  
The cockpit Avenue,  
To hinder the Speakers Go-by.   

A man of stomach in the next Deal,  
With a hay down, &c.  
Was hungry Colonel Cobbet,  
He would eat at a meal,  
A whole commonweal,  
And make a Joint but a Gobbet.   

The following Champion is Barrow,  
With a hay down, &c.  
An Ominous name for a swineherd,  
He flew like an Arrow,  
Thither, whence Lord Harry  
But durst not draw his Whinyeard.   

Room for Packer a toiling Ditcher,  
With a hay down, &c.  
He had set his Spade on edge,  
He hoped to be Richer  
By being a Britcher  
And Lambert his Stake in the hedge.   

For Nobilities sake we may not forget,  
With a hay down, &c.  
That Valiant Mars his true Son,  
His cobbling Feat,  
Lacked a Parliament Seat  
That marksman one eyed Hewson.   

These being aided with Red Coat & Creepers,  
With a hay down, &c.  
After a short Dispute  
The Liberty Keepers,  
Were made boo-peepers  
And the Speaker strucken Mute.   

But well said Sir Arthur, what time of the day?  
With a hay dewn, &c.  
The Parliament's now in their Prime  
They stand at a Bay,  
And have missed their Prey  
And Cowardly curse the time,   

The second Part.  

Now Johnne is gone to the North Country.  
With a hay down, &c.  
And glad he is to Retire,  
He cries cram O Cree,  
Have mercy on me  
My tail is set a Fire,   

And Desborough gotten into his Farm.  
With a hay down, &c.  
Until they do him need  
‛ Meant the House no harm,  
But took it for a Barn  
His Lord & he's not agreed.   

Kelsey is praying for the Dole,  
With a hay down, &c.  
Of the Hospital that's Sutton's  
He is out of the Roll,  
And hath ne'er a Loap-Hole  
And now his Arse makes Buttons.   

And Creed will now believe Sir Arthur,  
With a hay down, &c.  
His Steed is chopped for a Jade  
He will be a Carter,  
Before a Martyr,  
And is turned Renegade.   

Duckenfeld's in a pitiful Case,  
With a hay down, &c.  
The Speakers Horses and Coach,  
Were at stake with the Mace,  
And he's thrown Aums Ace  
Tyburn owes him a reproach.   

By being too greedy Colonel Cobbet,  
With a hay down, &c.  
H●s got a Bone in his throat  
He hath sighed and sobbed  
And grievously throbbed,  
But it will not help the choke.   

Pray take your turn too Mr. Barrow,  
With a hay down, &c.  
What think you of your Plot?  
Your Sow would not Farrow,  
The hangman's Harrow  
That Hurdle will be your Lot.   

Tie him up DVN, 'tis Goodman Packer,  
With a hay down, &c.  
That would set up another Nose  
Had he been a Backer  
As Colonel Hacker,  
H''ve lived in spite of his Foes.   

Hewson's Companions as scabby as coats,  
With a hay down down a down down.  
Have infected him with the mange,  
They have pissed in his boots,  
He must cry roots,  
And turn out to turnip must change.     

London, Printed for Charles Gustavus.