A Collection of Loyal Songs Written Against the Rump Parliament/Volume 2/Song 14
For other versions of this work, see Chips of the Old Block.
XIV.
Chips of the Old Block; or, Hercules Cleansing the Augæan Stable.
To the Tune of, The Sword
1.
Now you, by your good leave, Sirs,
Shall see the Rump can cleave, Sirs,
And what Chips from this treacherous Block
Will come, you may conceive, Sirs.
Now you, by your good leave, Sirs,
Shall see the Rump can cleave, Sirs,
And what Chips from this treacherous Block
Will come, you may conceive, Sirs.
2.
Lenthal’s the first of the Lump sure,
A Fart and he may jump sure,
For both do stink, and both we know,
Are Speakers of the Rump sure.
Lenthal’s the first of the Lump sure,
A Fart and he may jump sure,
For both do stink, and both we know,
Are Speakers of the Rump sure.
3.
That Mine of fraud Sir Arthur,
His Soul for Lands will barter;
And if you’d ride to Hell in a Wain,
He’s fit to make your Carter.
That Mine of fraud Sir Arthur,
His Soul for Lands will barter;
And if you’d ride to Hell in a Wain,
He’s fit to make your Carter.
4.
Sir Harry Vane, God bless us,
To Popery he would press us;
And for the Devil’s dinner,
The Roman way would dress us.
Sir Harry Vane, God bless us,
To Popery he would press us;
And for the Devil’s dinner,
The Roman way would dress us.
5.
Harry Martin never mist-a,
To love the wanton Twist-a,
And lustfull Aretines bawdy Leaves
Are his Evangelist-a.
Harry Martin never mist-a,
To love the wanton Twist-a,
And lustfull Aretines bawdy Leaves
Are his Evangelist-a.
6.
Harry Nevill’s no Wigeon,
His Practise truly Stygian,
Makes it a Master-piece of Wit
To be of no Religion.
Harry Nevill’s no Wigeon,
His Practise truly Stygian,
Makes it a Master-piece of Wit
To be of no Religion.
7.
But my good Lord Glyn Man,
Pride is a deadly sinne Man,
Cots plutter-a-Nails few Traytors be
Like you of all your kin Man.
But my good Lord Glyn Man,
Pride is a deadly sinne Man,
Cots plutter-a-Nails few Traytors be
Like you of all your kin Man.
8.
If Saint John be a Saint, Sir,
He hath a devilish taint, Sir,
While Strafford’s Blood in Heaven’s High Court
Of Justice makes complaint, Sir.
If Saint John be a Saint, Sir,
He hath a devilish taint, Sir,
While Strafford’s Blood in Heaven’s High Court
Of Justice makes complaint, Sir.
9.
Doctor Palmer’s all day sleeping,
And into his Heart ne’re peeping;
’Tis ill, he that neglects his own,
Should have All-souls in keeping.
Doctor Palmer’s all day sleeping,
And into his Heart ne’re peeping;
’Tis ill, he that neglects his own,
Should have All-souls in keeping.
10.
Will Bruerton’s a Sinner,
And, Croyden knowes, a Winner,
But O take heed least he do Eat
The Rump all at one Dinner.
Will Bruerton’s a Sinner,
And, Croyden knowes, a Winner,
But O take heed least he do Eat
The Rump all at one Dinner.
11.
Robin Andrews is a Miser,
Of Coblers no despiser,
And could they vamp him a new Head,
Perhaps he would be Wiser.
Robin Andrews is a Miser,
Of Coblers no despiser,
And could they vamp him a new Head,
Perhaps he would be Wiser.
12.
But Baron Wild come out here,
Shew your Ferret face and Snout here;
For you being both a Fool and Knave
Are a Monster in the Rout here.
But Baron Wild come out here,
Shew your Ferret face and Snout here;
For you being both a Fool and Knave
Are a Monster in the Rout here.
13.
Nick Lechmere Loyalty needs still,
And on Weather-Cocks he feeds still;
If Heathen, Turk, or Jew should come,
So he would change his Creed still.
Nick Lechmere Loyalty needs still,
And on Weather-Cocks he feeds still;
If Heathen, Turk, or Jew should come,
So he would change his Creed still.
14.
There’s half-witted Will Say too,
A right Fool in the Play too,
That would make a perfect Ass
If he could learn to Bray too.
There’s half-witted Will Say too,
A right Fool in the Play too,
That would make a perfect Ass
If he could learn to Bray too.
15.
Cornelius thou wer’t a Link-boy,
And born, ’tis like, in a Sink boy,
I’ll tell thy Knavery to the World,
But thy Pitch sticks in my Ink boy.
Cornelius thou wer’t a Link-boy,
And born, ’tis like, in a Sink boy,
I’ll tell thy Knavery to the World,
But thy Pitch sticks in my Ink boy.
16.
Baron Hill was but a Valley,
And born scarce to an Alley,
But now is Lord of Taunton Dean
And Thousands he can rally.
Baron Hill was but a Valley,
And born scarce to an Alley,
But now is Lord of Taunton Dean
And Thousands he can rally.
17.
But if you ask the Nation,
Whence came his Elevation?
They’ll say he was not raised by God,
But by our Inundation.
But if you ask the Nation,
Whence came his Elevation?
They’ll say he was not raised by God,
But by our Inundation.
18.
Lord Fines he will not mall Men,
For he likes not Death of all Men,
And his Heart doth go to Pit to Pat,
When to Battle he should call Men.
Lord Fines he will not mall Men,
For he likes not Death of all Men,
And his Heart doth go to Pit to Pat,
When to Battle he should call Men.
19.
Perfidious Whitlock ever,
Hath Mischief under’s Beaver,
And for his ends will put the World
Into a burning Feaver.
Perfidious Whitlock ever,
Hath Mischief under’s Beaver,
And for his ends will put the World
Into a burning Feaver.
20.
Ashely Cowper knew a Reason,
That Treachery was in Season,
When at the first he turned his Coat
From Loyalty to Treason.
Ashely Cowper knew a Reason,
That Treachery was in Season,
When at the first he turned his Coat
From Loyalty to Treason.
21.
And gouty Master Wallop,
Now thinks he hath the Ballop,
But though he trotted to the Rump,
He’ll run away a Gallop.
And gouty Master Wallop,
Now thinks he hath the Ballop,
But though he trotted to the Rump,
He’ll run away a Gallop.
22.
There’s Carew Rawleigh by him,
All good Men do defy him,
And they that think him not a Knave,
I wish they would but try him.
There’s Carew Rawleigh by him,
All good Men do defy him,
And they that think him not a Knave,
I wish they would but try him.
23.
Luke Robinson that Clownado,
Though his heart be a Granado,
Yet a High-shoe with his Hands in his Poke,
Is his most perfect Shadow.
Luke Robinson that Clownado,
Though his heart be a Granado,
Yet a High-shoe with his Hands in his Poke,
Is his most perfect Shadow.
24.
Salloway with Tobacco,
Inspired, turn’d State Quacko;
And got more by his feigned Zeal,
Then by his What dy’e lack ho.
Salloway with Tobacco,
Inspired, turn’d State Quacko;
And got more by his feigned Zeal,
Then by his What dy’e lack ho.
25.
But Lisle is half forgotten,
Who oft is over-shotten,
For just like Harp and Gridiron,
His Brains with Law do Cotten.
But Lisle is half forgotten,
Who oft is over-shotten,
For just like Harp and Gridiron,
His Brains with Law do Cotten.
26.
Lord Monson’s next the Bencher,
Who waited with a Trencher,
How his Tail is jerk’d at Home and Abroad,
For he’s a feeble Wencher.
Lord Monson’s next the Bencher,
Who waited with a Trencher,
How his Tail is jerk’d at Home and Abroad,
For he’s a feeble Wencher.
27.
We hear from Sir John Lenthall,
Though this gouty Lord hath spent all,
His Rump’s plac’d wrong, but ’tis his Face,
That is right Fundament-all.
We hear from Sir John Lenthall,
Though this gouty Lord hath spent all,
His Rump’s plac’d wrong, but ’tis his Face,
That is right Fundament-all.
28.
What Knaves are more to be vext, Sirs,
You’ll hear when I sing next, Sirs,
For now my Muse is tir’d with this
Abominable Text, Sirs.
What Knaves are more to be vext, Sirs,
You’ll hear when I sing next, Sirs,
For now my Muse is tir’d with this
Abominable Text, Sirs.