A DISPLAY Of the head-piece and Codpiece VALOUR Of the most renowned Colonel Robert Jermy, late of Bafield in the County of Norfolk, Esquire, with his Son Captain Toll by his side, now on their way for New-England.  
Or the Lively description of a dead-hearted fellow,  
to the Tune of a Turd, or the Black-Smith.  

DID you ne're hear of the baby of Mars,  
That charged Tom Fox's wife with his Tars,  
For his valour lies all in his Arse.  
Which needs must be very strong.   

A sanctified Colonel in beaten Buff,  
With a Scarlet Jump * that's cudgel proof,  
And his Son 
* Cudgeld by Mr. Armiger at Wells in Norfolk, Novemb 4. 1654. ran away six miles at Crowland Se●ge, and near looked behind him.  Crowland Coward of the self same stuff,  
Who got the wench big with young. Probatum est.   

He's a journey man soldier to the States Army,  
And 'tis in his terms; when you fight you must spare me,  
So runs the Commission of Colonel Jermy,  
If I be informed true.   

Upon a mock Larme he's sure in the Van,  
Where he takes none, and does no more hurt then he can,  
He's a pitiful soldier though a cruel man,  
Let's give the devil his due.   

To Sacrifice to his fears and his pride,  
He caused a 
* He caused person Cooper to be hanged by Judge Jermy for fear he should beat him.  Church-Champion be murdered and tried  
By the Judge of his name, and the rope on his side.  
Tis pitty they ever were partend.   

Yet you cannot but say 'twas very well meant,  
When he went to the house of Parliament,  
In Love to his Country before he was sent  
In a Coach when he might have been Carted.   


He corrupted twenty free Burghers at Risen to give their votes for him in the last election for Parliament.  You must always take the good will for the dead,  
Though at Risen he had not the suck to speed,  
Yet some other place may have very great need,  
If the Devil release but his hire.   

So dear was his love that he purchased a throng,  

He hired 100 men to come with him from lin with Swords and Guns, for fear Master Howard and his two men should beat him.  Of Sea men in Lice and Lungs very strong,  
Sure he will be some body ere it be long,  
If he be not laid in the Mire.   

How the Sailors did hollow and throw up their hats,  
And the men with wide mouths that use to cry Sprats,  
But the brave Spark of Arndel made them look like drowned Rats,  

† Mr. Howard gave him a box on the ear with the back of his hand, and he fell to the ground with fear.  When he humbled Tom Toll for his Sin.   

That high born hero had cudgeled their Swords,  
Had they not almost expit'd at his words,  
But the whole design was not worth two half turds,  

* Gustice Cremar, Gustice Peddar, and Gustice Life.  Though you throw the three Jus●ices in.   

In his last good service he took the City  
By an Order from the mistaken Committee,  
Where he scaped a scouring the more was the pity,  
For 'twas fowle when you have said what you can.   


He took the City of Norwich when the Gates were open and 〈◇〉 opp●sition.  He marched into Gates with an hundred more,  
O brave! he ne're did the like before,  
For he used to sneak in at the 
* 〈◇〉 ●oxes ●ack d●●●.  back door,  
As becomes a right modest man.   

When they entred the Town, they beleagur●d the Mayor.  
And with wonderful Courage they stormed the Chair,  
But they soon were all foul, and ran very fair,  
As if they'd been bread for the Course,   


The Be ls were rung backward which alarmed the City who came in & had beat him if he had not run away upon the noise of it.  For the Bells were rung backward as he says his prayers,  
And his head went forward with his hast down the stairs,  
Like a man of dispatch in the State affairs,  
Thank Fortune it was no worse.   

'Tis much to be wondered he should leave the Rump,  
Though his love to that end has received a Law Frump,  
But that is his God what ever is trump,  
Yet his Spirit now was blind.   

Had the Rump but once fizled 'twas the strongest side,  
But a Fart has so routed his Troop in their pride,  
Though infallible 
* Jermys chaplain that prays and swears, and fights and lies for him in ordinary.  Butler was his guide,  
That they are both blown down the wind.   

Yet that would be thought a true 
* Let us show ourselves true English men is his usual saying.  English man,  
Let him make true latin if he can,  
Yet learned mens lives this Rascall will scan,  
And when he has done it deny it.   

This is Jeremy's forlorn when brave Jack appear.  
He has little of wit, and less of fear,  
And swears for his Colonel by the year,  
And when he is in he will ply it.   

When the Nation was Jaded with a 
* He that drunk so much Asses milk as without the Par●iaments mercy, he is like to be a fool for ever.  Quaker,  
This Jippoe for-sooth was a great undertaker,  
And amongst other Trades a Justice maker,  

* 2 Gustices in Norfolk.  Brewer, Tirrell, and Gaffer Life   

Were made and Created by his stinking breath,  
To sit on the Bench upon life and death,  
weed as good have had a Turd in our Teeth  
Without any further strife.   

I thought this Colonel would fail,  

Master Armiger hath the exemplification of a verdict in a box wherein Jermys bawdry with Foxes wife is set forth.  When he was upon his Cod piece bail,  
He got such a flap with a Fox tail,  
As more at large in your Box Sir.   

But now if we may believe Common famed.  
At present they say he's fled for the same,  
How poorly this fellow has played his game,  
But let him not scape without knocks Sir.   

Yet he is such a Coward that I dare say  
He neither dares fight nor yet run away,  
And yet he'd be glad to stand at a stay,  
If he might but have his Quietus.   

For tell him his baseness but once to his face  
Y'are sure enough he dies on the place,  
If he hangs not himself upon this disgrace,  
Tis One to a Thousand he'll beat us.   
〈…〉 W. V ●● G. B. W. ●.