A HYMN To the GENTLE -- CRAFT, OR Hewsons' Lamentation.  
To the Tune of the Blind Beggar.  

LIsten a while to what I shall say  
Of a blind Cobbler that's gone astray  
Out of the Parliaments High way,  
Good people pity the blind:   

His name you wot well is Sir John Hewson  
Whom I intent to set my Muse on,  
As great a Warrior as Sir Miles Lewson,  
Good people, etc.   

He'd now give all the Shoes in his shop  
The Parliaments fury for to stop,  
Whip Cobbler like any Town-●op,  
Good people, &c:   

He hath been in many a bloody field  
And a successful sword did wield,  
But now at last is forced to yield,  
Good people, &c:   

Oliver made him a famous Lord  
That he forgot his Cutting Bord,  
But now his thread's twisted to a Cord,  
Good people, etc.   

Crispin and he were near of kin,  
The gentle Craft have a noble Twin,  
But he'd give Sir Hugh's bones to save his skin,  
Good people, etc.   

Abroad and at home he hath cut many a Hide,  
A Dog and a Bell must now be his Guide,  
They'll lash him smartly on the blind side,  
Good people, etc.   

Of all his warlike valiant feats,  
Of his Calf's leather and his Neat's,  
Let him speak 'em himself when he repeats,  
Good people, etc.   

I'll only mention one exploit,  
For which when he begs, I'll give him a Doit,  
How he did the City vex and annoyed,  
Good people, etc.   

He marched into London with Red-coat and Drum  
During the time we had no Bum,  
Being right for the Army as a Cows Thum,  
Good people, etc.   

And there he did the Prentices meet  
Who jeered him as he went through the street,  
But he did them very welfavouredly greet,  
Good people, etc.   

Bears do agree with their own kind,  
But he was of such a cruel mind,  
He killed his brother Cob. before he had dined.  
Good people, etc.   

He strutted then like a Crow in a Gutter,  
That no body durst once more Mutter  
The Capon-Citizens, 'gan to Flutter,  
Good people, etc.   

After he had them thus defeated,  
To his old quarters he retreated,  
And was by Fleetwood nobly treated,  
Good people, etc.   

He is for this I hear Indicted,  
Though the Week before by them Invited,  
But Wise Men say they had as good as Shited,  
Good people, etc.   

He cares not for the Sessions a Louse,  
They reach not a Peer of the other House  
He's frighted to see that he is a Parliament Chouse,  
Good people, &c:   

And now he's gone the Lord knows whether,  
He and this Winter go together,  
If he be caught he will lose his Leather:  
Good people, etc.   

he'd best get in some Countrery Town,  
And company keep with Desbr●w the Clown,  
You see how the World goes up and down.  
Good people, etc.   

His Coach, and his Horses, are gone to be lost,  
He must vamp it and cart it and thank thee mine host,  
there's no more to be said of an old Toast,  
Good people, etc.   

Sing Hi Ho Hewson the State ne'er went upright,  
Since Cobblers could Pray, Preach, Govern, and Fight,  
We shall see what they'll do now you're out of Sight.  
Good people, etc.    

London, Printed for Charles Gustavus.