A Loyal Subjects Admonition, or, a true Song of Britain's Civil Wars.  
Some with blind zeal, Religion did profess,  
Murdered their lawful King, oh wickedness  
Scripture nor Chronicle they could not bring,  
To show what subjects ever judged their King.  
King Charles beheaded was we understand,  
Proud Rebels they did live upon his Land,  
But now these Rebels are dispersed and gone,  
Few honest men I think for them make moan.  
If any man be angry at this Song,  
What e'er he thinks he'd best to hold his tongue.  
To the Tune of General Monks right march, that was sounded before him from Scotland to London, or the Highlanders march.  

GReat controversy hath been in England,  
but of the just cause there is few men do know,  
Rebellion for certain, as I understand,  
hath beáen the forerunner of sorrow and woe,  
For every Presbyter,  
Struck at the Mitre,  
Till they had gotten the world in a sting,  

but Monk hath confounded,  
each prick-eared round-head,  
Now let's be Loyal and true to our King,    

The Scots did adventure at first to Rebel  
And Englishmen quickly this Lesson did learn,  
But Lucifer tumbled from Heaven to Hell,  
because his ambition he would not discern,  
And therefore be wary,  
lest he ensnare ye,  
That count Rebellion a plausible thing,  

but Monk hath confounded,  
each prick-eared round-head,  
Now let's be Loyal and true to our King.    

The City of London was zealous and hot,  
to manage the cause of the Scots government  
For ten thousand soldiers they raised I wots;  
to go a King catching it was their intent;  
rich they would make him,  
if they could take him,  
Such fair pretences through Britain did ring,  

But Monck hath confounned,  
each prick-eared round-head,  
Now let's be Loyal and true to our King.    

Much like a Partridge the King they did chase,  
from mountain to mountain they did him pursue  
They quickly dispersed all the Royal race,  
with their Loyal subjects, these Verses are true,  
than any Layman,  
Brewer or Dray-man,  
Can make a Throne or a Pulpit to ring,  

but Monk hath confounded,  
each prick-eared round-head,  
Now let's be Loyal and true to our King.    
 

WHen with their base power they'd conquered his friends  
they quickly surprised the King's Majesty,  
These zealots' Religion, was for their own ends,  
their Oath of Allegiance they then did defy  
a Scaffold erected,  
Murder effected;  
Heathens ne'er acted so horrid a thing,  

but Monk hath confounded,  
each prick-eared round-head,  
Now let's be Loyal and true to our King.    

But while these Rebels did thus tyrannize,  
a terrible Governor quickly arose,  
Although Kingly government they did despise,  
'twas treason to meddle with oliver's Nose,  
for he like a Hector,  
was their Protector,  
Rebels had shelter under his wing:  

but Monck hath confounded,  
each prick-eared round-head,  
Now let's be Loyal and true to our King.    

This Tyrant's government lasted too long,  
for Rebels in England did daily increase,  
Yet none but poor Cavaléers suffered wrong,  
while every Ass was made justice of Peace,  
and Cabys must stand sir,  
with Cap in hand sir,  
At their command sir, in every thing:  

but Monck hath confounded,  
each prick-eared round-head,  
Now let's be Loyal and true to our King.    

Worshipful Walton got Sommersome Park,  
without any labour or taking of pains,  
And Wagstaffe that Major was counted a Spark;  
although he did live upon other men's means,  
and Rainsborough nimble,  
slighted his Thimble,  
When Higham Park such profit did bring,  

but Monk hath confounded,  
each prick-eared round-head,  
Now let's be Loyal and true to our King.    

These pitiful fellows are all put to flight,  
which thought that their pleasures would never ha' end  
For they in ambition did take such delight,  
there's many supposes they'll be hanged ere they'll mend  
for they in their bravery,  
acted such knavery,  
Kerbing true subjects in every thing,  

but Monk hath confounded,  
each prick-eared round-head,  
Now let us be loyal and true to our King,    

I wish with my heart all the King's enemies  
both Rebels and Traitors on Tyborn may swing  
That every moment do mischief devise,  
and can't be content with a Protestant King,  
Esquire Dun take them,  
never forsake them  
Until thou make them peep through a string,  

now Monck hath confounded,  
each prick-eared round-head,  
Now let's be loyal and true to our King.    Composed by loyal T. J. 
FINIS.   

London, Printed for F. Grove on Snow-hill.