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The Roundheads Revolt.
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Then farewell say to a Souldiers life,And welcome the Trowel and Spade;
For he that doth lye with another mans wife,
Shall a Cuckold himself be made:
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So he that purloyns the Commonweal,And takes from other men
By Plunder, which is in plain English to steal,
Let him look to be plunder'd agen.
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Farewell to the trade of Musket and Blade,Which nothing but mischiefs procures;
For by the endeavours of Coblers and Weavers,
The Land hath been govern'd by Brewers.
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And now my Comrades, fall close to your trades,Leave Scepters to men that are high-born,
Though Treachery wins, when first it begins,
It commonly endeth at Tyburn.
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Let every thing conform to the King,To Englands Church I'le be a true Son;
The way to be bang'd, and at last to be hang'd,
Is to mingle with Baxter and Hewson.
6
The stars in their courses have routed our horses,And made our King-murtherers Martyrs;
They are forc'd to yield the fort and the field,
Whilst Ravens do beat up their quarters.
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Those zealots that did Baptisme forbid,And likewise Godfathers deny'd,
Who raised a War, in conclusion they are
Themselves by twelve God-fathers try'd.
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Then let the Bells ring, and pray for the King,Let every one practise Obedience;
And let them all starve, who will not observe,
And take the good Oath of Allegiance.
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