THE GANG OR THE NINE WORTHIES AND CHAMPIONS, LAMBERT, &c.
To the Tune of
ROBIN HOOD
IT was at the Birth of a Winters morn,
With a Hey down down a down down,
Before the Crow had pist,
That nine
Hero's in scorn
Of a Parliament forlorn,
Walk'd out with Sword in fist.
Johnne Lambert was First, a dapper Squire,
With a Hey down, &c.
A mickler man of might
was ne're in
York-shire;
And he did conspire
With
Vane Sir
Harry a Knight.
Desborow next, a goodlier swain,
With a Hey down, &c.
An
Easter Sun nere see;
He drove on a main
Without any brain,
Such a jolthead knave was he.
Kelsey was a brave button-maker,
With a Hey down, &c.
As ever setmould upon scewer;
And this wise-Aker
Was a great pains taker,
T'make
Lamberts Nose look blewer.
The Devout and Holy Major
Creed,
With a Hey down, &c.
I known't of what Faith or Sect,
Had mounted a Steed,
And vow'd he would bleed
'Fore
Lambert should be checkt.
Duckenfield (Steel was nere so true,)
With a Hey down, &c.
And as wise as ere was
Toby
Lay in the Purlew.
The Cock-pit Avenue,
To hinder the Speakers
Go-by.
A man of Stomack in the next Deal,
With a Hey down, &c.
Was hungry Colonel
Cobbet,
He would eat at a Meale,
A whole Commonweale,
And make a Joint but a Gobbet.
The following Champion is
Barrow,
With a Hey down, &c.
An Ominous name for a Swine-Herd,
He flew like an Arrow,
Thither, whence Lord
Harry
But durst not draw his Whinyeard.
Room for
Packer a toyling Ditcher,
With a Hey down, &c.
He had set his Spade on edge,
He hop't to be Richer
By being a Britcher
And
Lambert his Stake in the hedge.
For Nobilities sake we may not forget,
With a Hey down, &c.
That Valiant
Mars his true Son,
His Cobling Feat,
Lack't a Parliament Seat
That Marks-man one eyed
Hewson.
These being aided with Red Coat & Creepers,
With a Hey down, &c.
After a short Dispute
The Liberty
Keepers,
Were made boo-peepers
And the Speaker strucken Mute.
But well said Sir
Arthur, what time of the day?
With a Hey dewn, &c.
The Parliament's now in their Prime
They stand at a
Bay,
And have mist their Prey
And Cowardly curse the time,
The second Part.
Now
Johnne is gone to the
North Country.
With a Hey down, &c.
And glad he is to Retire,
He crys
Cramme O
Cree,
Have mercy on me
My tail is set a Fire,
And
Desborough gotten into his Farm.
With a Hey down, &c.
Untill they doe him need
'Meant the House no harm,
But took it for a Barn
His
Lord & he's not agreed.
Kelsey is praying for the Dole,
With a Hey down, &c.
Of the Hospital thats
Suttons
He is out of the Roll,
And hath ne're a Loap-Hole
And now his Arse maks Buttons.
And
Creed will now believe Sir
Arthur,
With a Hey down, &c.
His Steed is Chop't for a Jade
He will be a Carter,
Before a Martyr,
And is turned
Renegade.
Duckenfeld's in a pitiful Case,
With a Hey down, &c.
The Speakers Horses and Coach,
Were at stake with the Mace,
And he's thrown Aums Ace
Tyburn owes him a reproach.
By being too greedy Colonel
Cobbet,
With a Hey down, &c.
H
[...]s got a Bone in his throat
He hath sighed and sobbed
And grievously throbbed,
But it will not help the choak.
Pray take your turn too Mr.
Barrow,
With a Hey down, &c.
What think you of your Plot?
Your Sow would not Farrow,
The Hang-mans Harrow
That Hurdle will be your Lot.
Tye him up
DƲN, 'tis Goodman
Packer,
With a Hey down, &c.
That would set up another Nose
Had he been a Backer
As Colonel
Hacker,
H'ad liv'd in spight of his Foes.
Hewson's Companions as scabby as Coots,
With a Hey down down a down down.
Have infected him with the mange,
They have pist in his boots,
He must cry roots,
And
TƲRN OƲT to Turnup must change.