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And now a figge for th'lower house;
The army I doe sett att nought:
I care not for them both a louse;
For spent is my last groat, boyes,
For spent is my last groate.

2

Delinquent I'de not feare to bee,
Though gainst the cause and Noll I'had fought;
Since England's now a state most free,
For who's not worth a groat, boyes,
For who's not worth a groate.

3

I'le boldly talke, and doe, as sure
By pursuiuants ne're to bee sought;
'Tis a protection most sicure,

Not to bee worth a groate, boyes,
Not to bee worth a groate.

4

I should be soone lett loose againe
By some mistake if I were caught;
For what can any hope to gaine
From one not worth a groate, boyes,
From one not worth a groate.

5

Nay, if some foole should mee accuse,
And I unto the bar were brought;
The judges audience would refuse,
I being not worth a groate, boyes,
I being not worth a groate.

6

Or if some raw-one should bee bent
To make mee in the ayre to vault,
The rest would cry, hee's innocent,
He is not worth a groate, boyes,
He is not worth a groate.

7

Yee rich-men, that soe feare the state,
This priviledge is to bee bought;
Purchase itt then att any rate,
Leaue not yourselues a groate, boyes,
Leaue not yourselues a groate.

8

The parliament which now does sitt
(That all may have itt, as they ought)
Intends to make them for itt fitt,
And leaue noe man a groate, boyes,
And leaue noe man a groate.

9

Who writt this song, would little care
Allthough att th'end his name were wrought;
Committee-men their search may spare,
For spent is his last groate, boyes,
For spent is his last groate.