FORTUNATE RISING, OR THE RUMP UPWARD.
Good People, and you, that have been undone,
By Guns, and Drums, and the Trumpet's tone,
And new hard Words since Forty and One,
Which no body can deny.
Here is a word, that will plague you more
Then any, that ever went before,
'Tis The
Rump of
Harry Martin's Whore,
Which, &c.
The
Cause was at first a pretty conceit
To create a durty Rebel great;
But now that has left th'imperial Seat,
VVhich, &c.
A
General was a glorious Name,
Till
Essex his Member spoil't it's Fame;
For a Souldier ought to be good at the Game,
VVhich, &c.
The
Communication Line was a Jigge,
And as good as the Bath to make women bigge,
Who never were so, till they learnt to Digge,
Which, &c.
Artillery was a thundring word,
Where many appear'd with Musket and Sword
To fright poor
Atkins out of a Turd,
Which, &c.
Cavalier was a name of as great a Force,
As
Centaure, that is both Man and Horse,
And for Ravishing suffered many a curse,
Which, &c.
Yet every woman, that had this fear,
Although in her heart a Roundhead she were,
In her belly she wisht a Cavalier,
Which, &c.
Sequestration scar'd men out of their Plate,
Excise drew potent Ale out of date,
And the Corps
de Garde broke many a pate,
Which, &c.
The
Plunderers made men hide their money,
And women their jewels, if they had any;
And one there was, hid gold in her Cunny,
Which, &c.
A
Commonwealth is a Citizens trust,
And by his wife ador'd it must,
As a Topique to prove adultery just,
Which, &c.
The Protector storm'd at all mankind,
Made Kings, and Princes walk behind,
Till the Divel out-ranted him in a wind,
Which, &c.
The
Committee of Safety threw the Dye;
But somebody spit in his face from on high,
And made the valiant
Fleetwood cry,
Which, &c:
But the RUMP is a word of such a power,
Pronounc'd, your Beer, like Thunder, twill sowr,
And after making you squitter an howr,
Which, &c.
The Squirting at EPSOM'S not worth a louse,
RUMP outdoes all, that come there to carouse;
For it shit from
Portsmouth to
Wallingford House,
Which, &c.
If
Booth were no Knave, a Fool let him be,
To keep such a stir for Liberty,
When the
Rump sets all it's Tenant Free,
VVhich no body,
&o.
He that could imitate sounds in a Fart,
And speak from behind with a wondrous Art,
Were the living now, should take
Lenthal's part,
VVhich no,
&c.
And then a Fart for the City forces,
For
Monk, that's comming with all his Horses,
And a T— for
Fairfax too, that worse is,
Which, &c.
A
Parson once in a Frolick Divine
Exhausted Glasses twenty and nine,
For Turkey's
Rump in Canary Wine,
VVhich, &c.
And sure he receiv'd a Revelation,
When to Preach he left his first Vocation,
That a
Rump in time should rule the Nation,
VVhich, &c.
Montelion's Diall's a droling Mock,
With a stick in the Country fellows Dock,
And fitter now then the
Pallace Clock,
Which, &c.
Morlay, a joynt of the
Rump, grew Big,
And swelling; but politique
Hasilrigge,
Ha's sent him for Physick to Doctor Trigge,
Which, &c.
Mad
Vane was Anointed King, and said,
He receiv'd a Crown that burden'd his Head,
For which the
Rump sent him home to Bed,
Which, &c.
The Abjuring Oath made the Speaker Sick,
Which
Hasilrigge taking in the Nick,
For his fain'd one show'd him a real Trick,
Which, &c.
Thus, what for aliment is unfit,
The Tayle by a vertue guiding it,
Excludes, and leaves it self beshit,
Which, &c.
Let no Man then pretend any Cause,
Against the
Rump to open his Jawes,
For it Rules by the
Fundamental Laws,
Which no body can deny.
London, Printed for Henry James.