Come buy my new ballet,
I havet in my wallet,
But twill not I fear please every pallet:
Then mark what insuth,
I swear by my youth,
That every line in my Ballad is truth,
A ballad of wit, a brave ballad of worth,
Tis newly printed, and newly come forth:
Twas made of a Cloak that fell out with a Gown,
That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippld the Crown.

Ill tell you in brief,
A story of grief,
Which happend when Cloak was Commander in chief:
It tore Common-prayers,
Imprisond Lord-mayors,
In one day it voted down Prelates and Players
It made People in point of Obedience,
And the Covenant did cut off the Oath of Alleigance.
Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
That crampt all the Kingdom, and crippld the Crown.

It was a black Cloak,
In good time be it spoke,
That killd many thousants, but never struck stroak:
With hatchet and rope,
The forlorn hope,
Did joyn with the Devil to pull down the Pope;
It set all the Sects in the City to work,
And rather then fail, twould have brought in the Turk:
Then let us endeavour, &c.

It seizd on the Towr-guns,
Those fierce Demi-gorgons,
It brought in the Bag-pipes, and pull down the Organs,
The Pulpits did smoak,
The Churches did choak:
And all our Religion was turnd to a Cloak:
It brought in Lay-elders could not write nor read,
It set publick Faith up, and pulld down the Creed:
Then let us endeavour, &c.

This pious Imposter,
Such fury did foster.
It left us no penny, nor no Pater-noster;
It threw to the ground,
Ten Commandments down,
And set up twice twenty times ten of its own:
It routed the King, and Villains elected,
To plunder all those whom they thought disaffected:
Then let us endeavour, &c.

To blind Peoples eyes,
This Cloak was so wise,
It took of Ship-mony, but set up Excise;
Men brought in their Plate,
For reasons of State,
And gave it to Tom Trumpeter and his Mate;
In Pamphlets it writ many specious Epistles,
To cozen poor Wenches of badkins and whistles:
Then let us endeavour, &c.

In Pulpits it moved,
And was much approved,
For cryng out — Fight the Lords Battle, Beloved:
It bobtayld the Gown,
Put Prelacy down,
It trod on the Myter to reach at the Crown:
And into the field it an Army did bring,
To aim at the Council, but shot at the King:
Then let us endeavour, &c.

It raised up States,
Whose politick Pates,
Do now keep their quarters on the City-gates;
To Father and Mother,
To Sister and Brother,
It gave a Commission to kill one another:
It took up Mens Horses at very low rates;
And plunderd our Goods to secure our Estates:
Then let us endeavour, &c.

This Cloak did proceed,
To a damnable deed,
It made the best Mirror of Majesty bleed;
Though Cloak not dot,
He set on foot,
By rallying and calling his journey-men tot:
For never had come such a bloody Disaster,
If Cloak had not first drawn a sword at his Master:
Then let us endeavour, &c.

Tho some of them went hence,
By sorrowful sentence,
This lofty long Cloak is not movd to repentance,
But he and his Men,
Twenty thousand times ten,
Are plotting to do their tricks over agen;
But let this proud Cloak to Authority stoop,
Or Catch will provide him a button and loop:
Then let us endeavour to pull the Cloak down,
That basely did sever the Head from the Crown.

Lets pray that the King
And his Parliament,
In sacred and secular things may consent:
So righteously firm,
And religiously free,
That Papists and Atheists suppressed may be:
And as theres one Deity doth over-reign us,
One Faith, and one Form, and one Church may contain us
Then Peace, Truth, and Plenty, our Kingdom will crown
And all popish Plots and their Plotters shall down.