The Sale of Esau's Birth-right; Or, the New Buckingham Ballad,
To the Tune of the
London Gentlewoman, or
Little Peggey Ramsey.
A Wondrous Tale I will relate,
The like was never told you,
Of
English men that
England hate,
The Town of
Bucks has sold you.
To serve in Parliament they chose
Two men I fear to name them;
For if I did, you would suppose
I told a Lye to shame them.
That Beef and Ale should yet prevail
You need no longer wonder;
For men of wit, must still submit
To Fools of greater number.
The D—, the Pope, and Tyranny,
Need never fear a Down-fall,
For
Tiege and
Wakeman both would be
Elected for a Town-hall.
These Loyal men of
Buckingham,
(True only to their Purses,)
Would sell the Crown t'Inrich the Town,
And laugh at all your Curses.
When they have sin'd, and damn'd their souls,
Or to the Devil gave them;
Their friend the Pope in him they hope,
VVell knowing he can save them.
If
Sc—s would take off
Oats's head,
He need not fear succeeding;
But send him down unto this Town,
He soon might see him bleeding.
Of Thirteen men there are but Six
VVho do not merit Hemp-well,
The other seven play their Tricks
For
L— and
T—
The Father is a Reprobate,
And yet the Son's Elected:
The Gawdy Youth comes down in State,
And must not be rejected.
Our prating Knight doth owe his Call
To Timber, and his Lady,
Though one goes longer with Town-hall,
Then t'other with her Baby.
These men do to their choosing trudge
With all the speed that can be,
And make the Son the Father's Judge,
To save great
Tom of D—
The Bailiff is so mad a Spark
(Though lives by Tanning Leather)
That for a Load of
Temple's Bark,
He'd Sacrifice his Father.
His Horns do shine, his Wife kept fine,
All men would blame him had he
Not made him stand, whose helping hand
Must make him be a Daddy.
He huffs and rants, and calls to Hall,
But will not give men warning:
When drunk o're night, he takes delight
To play the Rogue i'th' morning.
Next comes the Barber, who will do
Whatever you desire him;
He for a Groat, will cut your Throat,
A Lowsie, perjur'd hireling.
God damn and rot his Arm, he cries,
And swears like any Lover,
For to be true, to three in two,
Poor
Iudas younger Brother.
Of late he huff'd and drank with Lords,
But since a sad Disaster
Hath summon'd him to Wash and Trim,
A Rev'rend Owl his Master.
Another he hath kiss'd a hand,
Which puts him in a Rapture;
So have I known a Miss o'th' Town,
Adore the Fopp that Clapt her.
Since kissing hands can so prevail,
There's no man need want Riches;
If they'l be kind, and come behind,
They're welcome to our Breeches.
Thus
Buckingham hath led the way
To Popery and sorrow;
Those seven Knaves who make us slaves,
Would sell their God to morrow.
A List of those who Voted for their King and Country, Protestant Religion, and Sir P.—T—
- Mr. Rogers Draper,
- Mr. Brown Gent.
- Mr. Mason Apothecary,
- Mr. Eversay Draper,
- Mr. Robinson Laceman,
- Mr. Walter Arnot Ironmonger.
Honest men and True, be not weary of Well-doing.
Mr. William Hartly was absent at the Election, nor was there any need of his Company.
Those who Voted for the L—d. L—. for the E. of D—, for Popery, and for their Town-hall.
- George Dincer Tanner and Bayliff,
- Thomas Sheen Farmer,
- Pellam Sandwell Maulster,
- Henry Hayward Knight of the Post, and Shaver in Ordinary to her Excellency Madgl Owlet,
- — Stevens Maulster,
- George Carter Baker,
- Good Lord deliver us from.
Those who Voted for Sir R. T. his Timber, Chimny-mony and Court, were the same with the L. L s. not worth—
☞ The Charter of this Town was given them by Queen Mary for their good Service in the propagation of Popery; Therefore (to give the Devil his due) they are but true to the old Cause.