A MODE: THE Cities profound policy, in delivering themselves, their City, their work and Ammunition, into the protection of the army.  

BRave Citizens, you have done well,  
To make your slaves your Masters;  
Your policy it doth excel,  
Your grooms will be your Tasters.  
My Lord Mayor, and the Aldermen,  
Your gowns must make them breeches;  
And if you do retort again,  
They'll make you eat your Speeches.  
O brave common-council men,  
O brave Trained-Bands!  
When do you think to get again  
The staff in your own hands?   

2  
Th' Apprentices did vapour much,  
They'd bang the Army soundly,  
And yet their valour proved such,  
They durst not go to't roundly:  
Massey was made the general  
Of all your mighty Forces;  
But when he on the Foe should fall,  
He wanted men and horses.  
O brave common-council men,  
O brave Trained-Bands!  
When do you think to get again  
The staff in your own hands?   

3  
where's Hollis now and Stapleton,  
Jack Maynard and Clotworthy?  
And where is Prynne and Poyntz now gone,  
To purge them of the scurvy?  
And Glyn and Lewis have left all,  
Within at six and seven;  
And Waller's gone to Glocester-Hall  
To visit Mrs. Stevens.  
O brave common-council men, etc   

4  
The soldiers now, even where they wish,  
Will in your city quarter,  
And 'fore you taste of every dish;  
And for your wives will barter.  
Your dainty ducks, whose soles ne'er treads  
Upon the earth that bears them,  
They now will touse upon your beds,  
Your Antlers nothing scars them.  
O brave common-council men, &c.   

5  
Sir Thomas now will make his peace,  
Even as his own self listeth:  
And means to stew you in your grease,  
The Army with with him twisteth.  
New halters many, for to hang  
Those that meant to oppose him,  
Tell truth, do not your hearts cry twang,  
That ere at first you chose him?  
O brave common-council men, &c.   

6  
And now the royalists will sing,  
Aloud Vive le Roy;  
The Commons will embrace their King,  
With an unwonted joy:  
And where's now all your coin and toil,  
'Tis vanished into air:  
You may get more, if that you moil  
Now at S. Bartholmews fair.  
O brave common-council men, &c.   

7  
If Fairfax now his sovereign bring  
To London, to his People,  
Each Parish bells for joy shall ring,  
Till they knock down the steeple:  
And we Sir Thomas his renown  
Will like S. George's hallow,  
Tom May shall all his acts write down,  
Or Withers that Apollo.  
O brave common-council men, &c.   

8  
The Scots do whine that they have lost  
Their hopes at once: dear Jockey,  
Thy fine presbytery quite is crossed,  
The English do but mock ye:  
The coin that is behind of pay,  
For selling of the King,  
You'll have the clean contrary way,  
Sir Thomas will it bring.  
O Brave common-council men, &c.   

9  
The Trained Bands alas are tired,  
Their works they cannot man them,  
And therefore have, the Army hired,  
Who like to chaff do fan them:  
The Tower too great a trouble was,  
They wanted a Constable;  
And therefore they did bring't to pass,  
Sir Thomas might be able.  
O Brave common-council men, &c.   

10  
Case now doth doubt, calamity  
Will seize on the presbytery,  
Calamie doubts, the case will be  
So as to see't were pity:  
The Synod now doth greatly doubt,  
That Bishops, and the Service,  
Will now once more be brought about,  
Before it please Tom Gervice,  
O brave common-council men, &c.   

11  
Overton now may walk abroad,  
Stone walls are weak to hold him;  
As Lilburne that same demi-god,  
Prophetically hath told him:  
And you may go, and shake your ears,  
Who had, and could not hold it,  
What you had strove for many years,  
And got; you now have sold it.  
O brave common-council men &c.   

12  
You need not now to Westminster  
To march with Fife and drum,  
The Army so your goods prefer,  
They will supply your room.  
The models now and you may lie,  
A-bed till noon, and please ye;  
The army, will your place supply,  
All this is done to ease ye.  
O brave common-council men &c.   

13  
And now what do ye lack fond men,  
Alas you wanted knowledge:  
Who would have thought, when you had been  
So long at Gotham college,  
You should not know to bargain well,  
But so to maim your Charter:  
The after-Ages will you tell,  
You did not wisely barter.  
O brave common-council men  
O brave Trained-bands!  
When do you think to get again  
The staff in your own hands?   
FINIS.   

Printed in the year 1647.