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Cavalier Songs and Ballads.
It conquers the crown too,
The grave and the gown too,
First it sets up a Presbyter, and
Then it pulls him down too.
The grave and the gown too,
First it sets up a Presbyter, and
Then it pulls him down too.
This subtle disaster
Turns bonnet to beaver;
Down goes a Bishop, sirs, and up
Starts a weaver.
Turns bonnet to beaver;
Down goes a Bishop, sirs, and up
Starts a weaver.
This makes a layman,
To preach and to pray, man;
And this can make a lord of him that
Was but a drayman.
To preach and to pray, man;
And this can make a lord of him that
Was but a drayman.
Far from the gulpit,
Of Saxby’s pulpit,
This brought an Hebrew ironmonger
To the pulpit.
Of Saxby’s pulpit,
This brought an Hebrew ironmonger
To the pulpit.
Such pitiful things be
More happier then Kings be;
They get the upper hand of Thimblebee
And Slingsbee.
More happier then Kings be;
They get the upper hand of Thimblebee
And Slingsbee.
No gospel can guide it,
No law can decide it,
In Church or State, till the sword
Has sanctified it.
No law can decide it,
In Church or State, till the sword
Has sanctified it.
Down goes your law-tricks,
Far from the Matricks,
Sprung holy Hewson’s power,
And pull’d down St Patrick’s.
Far from the Matricks,
Sprung holy Hewson’s power,
And pull’d down St Patrick’s.
