Room FOR CUCKOLDS: OR MY LORD LAMBERT'S ENTRANCE INTO Sodom and GOMORRAH.  
To the Tune, Is there no more Cuckolds but I.  

YOu cowed-hearted Citizens,  
What is your damned pretence  
To keep yourselves within your Beds,  
and not Fight for your Prince;  
Whose Majesty should you behold.  
your shames would breed your woe;  
And then (like fools) you will cry out,  
Cuckold's all-a-Row.   

there's some of you have Bishops Lands,  
do so much clog your Heels,  
That now you cannot stir, where as  
else, you would Run on Wheels:  
But yet I hope a time will come,  
When you shall be made know,  
And told unto your Faces, that you are  
Cuckolds all-a-Row.   

But yet for one most Reverend Act,  
you are to be Commended;  
That through your ramshead Zeal you have  
your Brother rump befriended.  
To set them in the Parliament House,  
Their wisdoms for to show;  
But they and you are all a like  
Cuckold's all-a-Row.   

Yet I advise you, set this Rump,  
in Salt, for fear of Stinking?  
'Twill fall unto the devil's share,  
because 'tis his by drinking:  
In spite of all their ACTS, and LAWS,  
he'll carry them down below  
Then HELL, and CITY like to like,  
Cuckold's all-a-Row.   

I doubt, your LAMBERT is undone,  
and now he may go Preach;  
For'ts the English a-la-mode,  
For every Rogue to Teach:  
he'll Nose it bravely in a Tub,  
to let the CITY know  
That they'll be damned unless they Dip,  
Couckoldb all-a-Row.   

But where's your mighty Fleetwood now,  
His Honour's worn to the Stump;  
he'll serve Ambassador to HELL,  
to make way for the rump.  
And thus KING-killers one by one  
will to the Devil go,  
Upon the CITY ass's backs, like  
Cuckold's all-a-Row.   

And now now Cow-hearts, look to your Shops,  
the RED-COATS will you Fright,  
And Plunder you, because they know  
your HORNS hang in your Light:  
No matter, for YOU have been the cause  
of all the kingdom's woe,  
And do deserve still to be called  
Cuckolds all-a-Row.   

But if that you will Honest grow,  
and do a glorious thing;  
Which is, to rouse and take your ARMS  
and Fight for Charles your KING:  
Which ACT your Credits will regain,  
and all the World shall know  
That you no more shall, then be called  
Cuckolds all-a-Row.    

LONDON, Printed for L. M.