XIV. THE SALE OF REBELLIOUS HOUSHOLDSTUFF. This sarcastic exultation of triumphant loyalty, is printed from an old blackletter copy in the Pepys collection, corrected by two others, one of which is preserved in 'A choice collection of 120 loyal songs, &c.' 1684, 12mo.-To the tune of Old Simon the king. REBELLION hath broken up house, And hath left me old lumber to sell; Will you buy any bacon-flitches, Here's a pair of bellows, and tongs, And for a small matter I'll sell ye 'um; I had thought to have given them once They will make the big organs roar, 5 And the little pipes to squeeke higher, Here's a couple of stools for sale, Of the RUMP fell down to the ground. Which was made of the good wain Scot? Here's the beesom of Reformation, Which should have made clean the floor, And left us dirt good store. Will you buy the states spinning-wheel, But better it had stood still, For now it has spun a fair thread. Here's a glyster-pipe well try'd, Which was made of a butcher's stump,1 And has been safely apply'd, To cure the colds of the rump. Here's a lump of Pilgrims-Salve, But now it is come to this. 25 30 35 40 45 50 1 Alluding probably to Major-General Harrison a butcher's son, who assisted Cromwell in turning out the long parliament, April 20, 1653. Here's a roll of the states tobacco, If any good fellow will take it; And I'll tell you how they did make it: Yet the ashes may happily serve Will you buy the RUMP's great saddle, And here is the bitt, and the bridle, And curb of Dissimulation: And here's the trunk-hose of the RUMP, And their fair dissembling cloak, And a Presbyterian jump, With an Independent smock. Says old Simon, &c. Will you buy a Conscience oft turn'd, But Hell will buy that if the worst is. 75 80 85 Here's Joan Cromwell's kitching-stuff tub, With which old Noll's horns she did rub, Here's the purse of the public faith; Here's the model of the Sequestration, And here are old Noll's brewing vessels, To all these matters before ye? I'll sell them all for an old song, And so I do end my story. 00 90 95 100 105 Ver. 86, This was a cant name given to Cromwell's wife by the Royalists, tho' her name was Elizabeth. She was taxed with exchanging the kitchenstuff for the candles used in the Protector's houshold, &c. See Gent. Mag. for March, 1788, p. 242.-Ver. 94, See Hudibras, Pt. I. Cant. 2. ver. 570, &c.-Ver. 100, 102, Cromwell had in his younger years followed the brewing trade at Huntingdon. Col. Hewson is said to have been originally a cobler. XV. THE BAFFLED KNIGHT, OR LADY'S Given (with some corrections) from a MS. copy, and collated with two printed ones in Roman character in the Pepys collection. THERE was a knight was drunk with wine, A riding along the way, sir; And there he met with a lady fine, Among the cocks of hay, sir. 'Shall you and I, O lady faire, Of rumpling of your gowne-a?' Upon the grass there is a dewe, Will spoil my damask gowne, sir: 'I have a cloak of scarlet red, Upon the ground I'll throwe it; We'll play, and none shall knowe it.' 'O, yonder stands my steed so free And if the pinner should chance to see, Upon my finger I have a ring, Its made of finest gold-a; Out of the pinner's fold-a.' 5 10 15 20 |