Away vvithed Quoth Washington, OR, THE FANATIC GENERAL Vindicated over the left Shoulder. GEntlemen, stand to your Arms In Wars the valiant proves most free from harms, The Rear's no more secure than is the Van, Death meets not always with the formest man, What will become of me else that now dare, ●ead the Front, and fall into the Rear, When I behold that Englisby my foe, Will no ways yield to let my Lordship go. I'm like Commanders that can well endure, The Guns to quarrel, and themselves secure; Or fain would purchase Honour if they durst, He that Commands indeed should be the first, We are the ground be set With Henbane, Hemlock and deadly Aconet, My wor●s away with't would you know the cause It comprehends few of the Martial Laws, Let not a Soldier that bears a Gun having received his weekly pay to run, Away with't For fear the Martial Armed with Death (That cruel Foe) doth take his breath, Away with't And let the Soldier (though I know) Takes Landlord's money or Plate and go Away with't Or if a Soldier from the grass, Steal sheep or Ox, I'll let him pass Away with't Nay Soldiers if you know a Town, That is obedient to the Crown Away with't Money, Plate what e'er you know, I'll bid you straight with speed to go Away with't Musket, Bullet, Powder, March, I'll say no more, but quick dispatch, Away with't Linen, Woollen, Swords or Knives, Cavaliers, their Maids or Wives, Away with't. For 'tis no more but summum jus To plunder those Sequester us, Away with't. Span up your Wagons when 've done To Ege-hill every Mother's son Away with't. Methinks my Lordship would not care If I had Guns and Powder there, Away with't. My Horse I looked for out of Kent, I sure do think the Devil went Away with't. And in the North I Force had some Had the Blind Cobbler sped to come, Away with't. Had Okeys men with him come to, You could not fear but I would go Away with't For now we have the work begun, If we do fail, our Foes will run Away with't. We have a party still behind, Sir James will come when Pluto's blind Away with't, Nolls Instrument did heavy fall, It was so long he swept us all Away with't Lo Engoldsby does come, and I Think vain to stand, we'd better fly Away with't. We will not fight, or shoot a Gun, You'd rather eat I know, we'll run Away etc. I'll rather yield for if I stand, They I take my life, if not my Land Away etc. And now me thinks I am in pain, Here comes his Troop I shall be ta'en Away with't For sure I must into the Tower, he'll take my life, and so my power Away with't The thing I do desire is all, Our party may to Portugal Away with't. If that wont stand, no help we shall Have for our Cause, but needs must fall Away with't. If Law bring us before a Judge For Treason than we needs must trudge Away etc. They say fanatics whistle Treason, But since our Cause doth smell of reason Away etc. Our Cause is dead, our means is small Our hopes is less, We needs must fall Away with't But if we stay to act our part Here, in a Pulpit called a Cart Away etc. Yet since the people cry a King, I fear at Tyburn we shall swing Away with't. FINIS. London, Printed for J. Fanatic, 1660.