A Pack of Hell-hounds, To Hunt the devil:  
Set forth in a New Ballad: To an old Tune.  

1.  
You that are oppressed  
With the Viperous Nest  
Of Hell-nounds near WARRINGTON,  
Do but listen a while,  
And with all their guile,  
I'll discover them every one.   

2.  
The first was a Captain,  
And some say a Chaplain,  
Yet it was but an ATKIN-like Crew;  
When Lambert was forsaken,  
Th' other Side he had taken,  
But soon was casheer'd for a JEW.   

3.  
The next's a Lieutenant,  
Yet Fletcher nor beaumont  
Did never decipher the man:  
To the face he'l speak fair,  
And yet he'l not spare,  
In private to ●ill, if he can.   

4.  
For his ●●●ng 〈…〉 to the Grave;  
Others say he's an Excize-man,  
But I'm sure no Wise man  
Can count him for ought but a K—.   

5.  
Then comes the King's Ensign,  
Whose onely Design  
Was for to Trappan all his Friends;  
They have made him a Corporal,  
That he may discover all,  
Whereby for to work their base ends.   

6.  
To these take a Quaker,  
Who was once an Ale-Draper,  
And with gravity sang robin Hood:  
With Horses and Cheese  
He can cheat whom he please,  
For Religion is onely his hood.   

7.  
The next is a sergeant,  
Whose Conscience is not Argent,  
But Sable, since ROWTON was fought:  
Awry stands his Head,  
And he ne're sleeps in bed,  
Lest the DEVIL should take him for nought.   

8.  
And just such an other,  
Is his Elder Brother,  
Whose heart is as hollow as his PUMP;  
A Presbyter Knave,  
A Perjured Slave,  
That serves the DEVIL and the RUMP.   

9.  
This cur hath a WHELP  
Which is without help;  
For being board with a carriers T—  
Hath made her so wide,  
That to stay the tide  
Shee still wears a Bung in her Arse.   

10.  
This precious Lasse,  
I cannot yet pass,  
Your Patience therefore let me beg;  
Were't not for her base carriage,  
We should often had a marriage  
For all her NOVEMBER leg.   

11.  
But here's the WATCH-MAKER,  
Now turned a horse Taker,  
With a bundle of Oaths on his Back;  
Set but down what hee'st swear,  
True of fals he'l not care,  
A thousand in an hour for to take,   

12.  
To this Ro●ues Assistance,  
A MOOR 〈…〉 ock cames s●uttering in:  
To his neighbour he's a Waster,  
And he cheated his master,  
And to judas is very nere of Kin.   

13.  
And since Birds of a Feather  
Will still flock together,  
Comes an-other as Vile and profane;  
Though his neck be somewhat shorter,  
Yet if fitted to a halter,  
Would make it as long as a CRANE.   

14.  
And here I'l discover,  
A pitiful Glover,  
Who with impudence still boast's it out;  
Yet if TOM THUMB were but here,  
And had a Rush to his Spear,  
The URCHAN durst scarce say Cat out,   

15.  
But lo here is the bargain,  
The flower of the Garden,  
A Mary-gould sure by his hue;  
Though the widows are at Strife,  
Which shall be his Wife  
A Turne-coat can never be true.   

16.  
And thus I'll conclude,  
With this impious brood,  
Of CERBERVS that cursed Tyke:  
do but set the RUMP aside,  
And if HELL were tried,  
I think you can scarce find the like.   
FINIS.