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BUMM-FODER
OR, VVASTE-PAPER Proper to wipe the Nation's RUMP with, or your Own.
Free quarter in the North is grown so scarce,
That Lambert with all his men of Mars
Have submitted to kiss the Parliaments Arse,
Which no body can deny.
That Lambert with all his men of Mars
Have submitted to kiss the Parliaments Arse,
Which no body can deny.
If this should prove true, (as we do suppose)
Tis such a wipe as the RUMP and all's Foes
Could never give to old Olivers nose:
Which, &c.
Tis such a wipe as the RUMP and all's Foes
Could never give to old Olivers nose:
Which, &c.
Theres a Proverb come to my mind not unfit,
When the head shall see the RUMP all be-shit,
Sure this must prove a most lucky hit:
Which &c.
When the head shall see the RUMP all be-shit,
Sure this must prove a most lucky hit:
Which &c.
Theres another Proverb which every Noddy
Wil jeer the RUMP with, and cry Hoddy Doddy,
Here's a Parliament all Arse and no Body.
Which &c.
Wil jeer the RUMP with, and cry Hoddy Doddy,
Here's a Parliament all Arse and no Body.
Which &c.
Tis a likely matter the world wil mend
When so much blood and treasure we spend,
And yet begin again at the wrong End:
Which &c.
When so much blood and treasure we spend,
And yet begin again at the wrong End:
Which &c.
We have been round and the round about twirl'd
And through much sad confusions hurl'd
And now we are got into the arse of the world
Which &c.
And through much sad confusions hurl'd
And now we are got into the arse of the world
Which &c.
But 'tis not all this our courage wil quail,
Or make the brave Sea man to the RUMP strike sail,
If we can have no head, we will have no Tail.
Which &c.
Or make the brave Sea man to the RUMP strike sail,
If we can have no head, we will have no Tail.
Which &c.
Then let a Free-Parliament be turnd trump,
And nere think any longer the Nation to mump,
With your pocky, perjured, damnd old Rump.
Which &c.
And nere think any longer the Nation to mump,
With your pocky, perjured, damnd old Rump.
Which &c.
But what doth Rebel Rump make here
When their proper place (as Wll. Pryn doth swear)
Is at the Devils arse in Derbyshire.
Which &c.
When their proper place (as Wll. Pryn doth swear)
Is at the Devils arse in Derbyshire.
Which &c.
Then thither let us send them a tilt,
For if they stay longer, they wil us be quilt
With a Government that is loose in the hilt
Which &c.
For if they stay longer, they wil us be quilt
With a Government that is loose in the hilt
Which &c.
Youl find it set down in Harringtons Moddle,
Whose brains a Commonwealth do so coddle
That t'as made a Rotation in his noddle:
Which &c.
Whose brains a Commonwealth do so coddle
That t'as made a Rotation in his noddle:
Which &c.
'Tis a pitiful pass you men of the Sword
Have brought your selves to, that the Rumps your Lord,
And Arsie-Versie, must be the word,
Which, &c.
Have brought your selves to, that the Rumps your Lord,
And Arsie-Versie, must be the word,
Which, &c.
Our powder and shot you did freely spend,
That the Head you might from the Body rend,
And now you are at us with the But-end,
VVhich, &c.
That the Head you might from the Body rend,
And now you are at us with the But-end,
VVhich, &c.
Old Martin and Scot have still such an itch,
That they will with the Rump try to 'ther twitch;
And Lenthal can grease a fat Sow in the britch:
VVhich, &c.
That they will with the Rump try to 'ther twitch;
And Lenthal can grease a fat Sow in the britch:
VVhich, &c.
Thats a thing that would please the Butchers and Cooks,
To see this stinking Rump quite off the hooks,
And Jack-Daw go to pot with the Rooks.
Which, &c.
To see this stinking Rump quite off the hooks,
And Jack-Daw go to pot with the Rooks.
Which, &c.
This forward Sir John (who the Rump did never fail)
Against Charles Stuart, in a Speech did fail;
But men say it was without head or tail,
Which, &c.
Against Charles Stuart, in a Speech did fail;
But men say it was without head or tail,
Which, &c.
Just such is the Government wee live under,
Of a Parliament thrice cut in sunder;
And this hath made us the worlds wonder,
Which, &c.
Of a Parliament thrice cut in sunder;
And this hath made us the worlds wonder,
Which, &c.
Old Will when we talkt of Magna Charta,
Our prophecy well we should all smart-a,
And now we have found hisRUMPS Magna Fart-a,
Which, &c.
Our prophecy well we should all smart-a,
And now we have found hisRUMPS Magna Fart-a,
Which, &c.
But I can't think Monck (though a Souldier and sloven)
To be kin to the Fiend, whose feet are cloven,
Nor will creep i'th Rumps Arse, to bake in their Oven,
Which, &c.
To be kin to the Fiend, whose feet are cloven,
Nor will creep i'th Rumps Arse, to bake in their Oven,
Which, &c.
Then since he is coming, e'ne let him come
From the North to the South, with Sword and Drum,
To beat up the quarters of this lewd Bum;
Which, &c.
From the North to the South, with Sword and Drum,
To beat up the quarters of this lewd Bum;
Which, &c.
And now of this Rump I'le say no more,
Nor had I begun, but upon this score,
There was something behind, which was not before;
Which, &c.
Nor had I begun, but upon this score,
There was something behind, which was not before;
Which, &c.
FINIS, By English The RUMP.
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