THE NARRATIVE.
COme prick up your Ears, if they are not gone
For this Deponent has lost his own;
His Neck goes next 'tis Forty to one.
Which no body can deny.
Now this Deponent doth depose,
That he was once, one of the Kings Foes.
But now, he thanks God, he's none of those,
Sure our Deponent will lye.
Next he swears' there was
Harry the Eight,
Who was divorc'd from's first Wife
Kate,
And that he cut off anothers Pate,
Which no body can deny.
Even so, quoth he, I can witness bring,
That the Queen did consent to the death of the King,
But we are inform'd, there was no such thing,
Sure our Deponent will lye.
He swears that before the Tower of
Babel,
Cain knock'd on the head his brother
Abel;
Here he swears to a Truth and not to a Fable;
Which no body can deny,
Even so, quoth he, this bloody work,
Was carry'd on by his Brother of
York,
But his Highness is neither a
Jew nor a
Turk,
For our Deponent will lye.
He swears that once in
Noah's time,
There was a great Flood which brought a great, stream
And all were drown'd that could not swim,
Which no body can deny.
And now, (God help us) we're all in a Fright,
He swears we might have been ruin'd quite,
Our throats should all have been cut in the night.
Sure our Deponent will lye.
Farther he swears, that St.
Peter from Heaven
Had such an absolute power given,
That who he pleas'd were condem'd or forgiven;
Which no body can deny.
Even so, he swears that Commissions went out
From the Pope, to raise both Horse and Foot,
That whom they pleas'd they might slash and cut,
Sure our Deponent will lye.
Some where or other St.
Paul does aver,
That an Oath puts an end to all bustle and strir,
By which he confirms, that 'tis lawful to swear,
Which no body can deny.
There was foolish swearing in former days,
But our Deponent hath alter'd the case,
For 'has made more mischief than ever there was,
Sure our Deponent will lye.
LONDON: Printed for Anthony Jackson, 1681.