Cheer up kind Countrey-men be not dismaid
True newes I can tell ye concerning the Nation,
Hot Spirits are quenched, the tempest is laid
(and now we may hope for a good Reformation)
The Parliament bold, and their members of late
(Do wish them beyond Sea, or else at Virginie)
For now all their Orders are quite out of date
Twelve Parliament men shall be sold for a peny.

Ful twelve years and more these Rooks they have sat
To gull and to cozen all true-hearted People,
Our gold and our silver has made them so fat
That they loockt more big & mighty then Pauls steeple,
The freedom of Subject they much did pretend
But since they bare sway we never had any,
For every Member promoted self-end
Twelve &c.

Their Acts & their Orders which they have contrivd
Was still in conclusion to multiply Riches
The Common-wealth sweetly by these men have thriv’d
As Lancashire did with the Juncto of Witches)
Our freedom was chaind to the Egyptian Poak,
As it hath been felt and endured by many,
Stil making Religion their author and cloak,
Twelve &c.

Both Citie and Countrey are almost undone
By these Caterpillars which swarm’d in the Nation,
Their Imps & their Goblins did up & down run,
Excize-men I mean, all Knaves of a fashion,
For all the great treasure that daily came in
The Soldier wants pay ’tis well known by a many,
To chest and to cozen they held it no sin
Twelve &c.

The Land & the Livings which these men have had
’Twold make one admire what use they’ve made of it,
With Plate and with Jewels they have bin wel clad,
The Souldier fare hard whilst they got the profit:
Our gold and our silver to Holland they sent,
But being found out; this is known by a many
That no one would own it for fear of a shent,
Twelve &c.

Tis judg’d by most people that they were the cause
Of England and Holland their warring together,
Both friends & deer Lovers to break civil Lawes,
And in cruel manner to kill one another;
What car’d they how many did lose their deer lives
So they by the bargain did get peoples money,
Sitting secure like Bees in their Hives,
But twelve &c.

They voted, unvoted, as fancie did guide
to passe away time; but increasing their treasure
(When Jack is on Cock-horse he’l galloping ride,
But falling at last, he’l repent it at leasure)
The Widow, the Fatherlesse, Gentry, and Poor,
The tradesman and Citizen, with a great many,
Have suffer’d full deerly to heap up their store,
But twelve &c.

These Burdens and Grievances England hath felt
So long and so heavie, our hearts are e’vn broke,
Our Plate, Gold, & Silver, to themselves thea’ve delt
(all this is too true, in good time be it spoken)
For a man to rise high, and at last to fall low
It is a discredit; this Lot falls to many:
But ’tis no great matter these men to serve so,
Twelve &c.

The General perceiving their lustful desire
To covet more treasure, being puft with ambition,
By their Acts and their Orders to set all on fire
Pretending Religion to rout Superstition;
He bravely commanded the Soldiers to go
In the Parliament-house, in defiance of any,
To which they consented, and now you do know
That twelve &c.

The Souldiers undanted laid hold on the Mace,
And out of the Chair they removed the Speaker,
The Great-ones were then in a pityful case,
(And Tavee cry’d out, All her cold must forsake her)
Thus they were routed; pluckt out by the eares.
The House was soon empty and rid of a many
Usurpers, that sat there this 13 long Years,
Twelve &c.

To their several Homes away they were sent,
As they have sent others, but since captivated,
O what will become of this old Parliament—
And all their Compeers that were Royally stated
What they have deserved I wish they may have,
And ’tis the desire I know of a many,
For us to have freedom, O that will be brave!
But twelve &c.

Let’s pray for the General and all his brave Train,
He may be an Instrument for England’s blessing,
Appointed in Heaven to free us again,
For this is the way of our Burdens redressing,
For England to be in Glory once more,
It would satisfie, I know, a great many;
But ending, I say, as I said before,
Twelve &c.