REDEMPTIO AB AQUILONE, Or some Good out of SCOTLAND.  
To the Tune of Cook laurel.  

THe Westminster Rump hath been little at ease,  
Of which you have heard enough one would think,  
And therefore wee'l lay it aside if you please,  
For the more we do stir in't the more it will stink.   

These County resolves for a Parliament free,  
Makes the Rump smell worse than it did of late,  
For now it runs down their heels you may see,  
You may call them our Privy-Members of State.   

But why should this Rump deal so roughly with Kent?  
When England was conquered they were scotfree,  
Must they for declari●g of all men be shent?  
But long ta l and bob-tail can never agree.   

'tis much disputed who Antichrist is,  
I think 'tis this Rump, nor am I in jest,  
For indeed, although of the number it miss,  
Of this I am sure t'has the mark of the Beast.   

I cannot believe that our General Monk  
Intends to protect it, he's not such a Fool;  
For if he were rightly informed how it stunk,  
He never would join with such Grooms of the Stool.   

If I might advice him, he should not come near it,  
The scent of that house is nought for his Gout,  
And for his Army too; he may well fear it,  
'tis enough to infect both his horse and his foot.   

Nor would I wish him to come to Whitehall,  
For that hath been an unfortunate place;  
From thence Noll was fetchd, and Dick had his fall:  
And George may take heed that it be not his Case.   

I remember the time when you fought for the King,  
And the Cause was good, though you did not prevail.  
O let not the Boyes in the Streets now sing,  
He was once for the Head, but now for the tail.   

Then George for England strike up thy Drum,  
And do thy devoir this Rump to destroy,  
That Noble King Charles the second may come,  
And our Streets may echo with Vive le Roy.   

And if He shall come by thy Valour and Might,  
In that brave Exploit thou'lt have more to brag on,  
Than ere had Saint George that valiant Knight,  
Who rescued the Maid by killing the Dragon.   

Then lay by the thought of a Parliament free,  
But first bring the King in if you be wise,  
For without King and Lords there none can be;  
Twill be but a Rump of a bigger size.   

An acrostic on General GEORGE MONK.  

G George on Horseback,  
E Englands Champion,  
O Overcome of the fierce Dragon,  
R Royal Plantagenet,  
G George o' th' Monastr'y,  
E Englands Saviour out of Slavery.  
M Mount thy Horse,  
O On thy Army bring,  
N Neuter stand till  
K Restores the KING.    
FINIS.