Room FOR CUCKOLDS: OR MY LORD Lambert's ENTRANCE INTO Sodom and GOMORAH.  
To the Tune of, Is there no more Cuckolds but I.  

YOu Cow-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, whose 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 'tis the English all a-a-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,  
Cuckolds 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 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 would 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.    

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