SONG LIII. When the Parliament would have Crown'd Cromwell.
1
The
Parliament,
Had a shrew'd Intent,
To make their Lord a King,
But He (Good man)
Do, what they can,
Will yield, to no such thing:
He sought to God,
And sought abroad,
Our Freedoms, home to bring,
Nor dares He make
For Charles his sake,
Himself a Glorious King.
2
Then in a Word,
Let's praise our Lord;
Who, did so well, Project!
His Kingdome's not,
Of this World, but
Anothers hee'l Protect,
And, spight of Those,,
Who might oppose
The Wardship, of the Throne,
Till the King comes,
The three Kingdomes,
Hee'l keep still, as his Own.
3
What need he care
To be styl'd O. R.
When O. P. does as well?
The Things, the same,
But, for the Name,
Kingdom, or Common Weale:
It, onely, Mads,
Us bonny Ladds,
Who, while we Quaffe, and Sing,
What e're we think
We fear, to Drink
A Health, unto the King.
