A NEW-YEARS-GIFT FOR THE RUMP.
YOu may have heard of the
Politique Snout,
Or a tale of a Tub, with the bottom out,
But scarce of a
Parliament in a
shitten clout.
Which no body can deny.
'Twas
Atkins first serv'd this
Rump in with
Mustard,
The
Sawce was a compound of
Courage, and
Custard;
Sr. Vane bless'd the Creature: Nollsnufled, and Bluster'd.
Which no body can deny.
The
Right was as then, in
Old Olivers Nose,
But when the
Devil, of that did
dispose,
It Descended from thence, to the Rump,
in the Cloze.
Which no body can deny.
Nor is it likely there to stay long,
The Retentive faculties being gone,
The
Juggle is
stale, and
Money there's
none.
Which no body can deny.
The
Secluded Members made a
Trial
To
Enter, but them the
Rump did defy all,
By the Ordinance of Self-denial.
Which no body can deny.
Our
Politique Doctors do us Teach,
That a Bloud-sucking Red-coat's as good as a Leech,
To Relieve the Head, if appli'd to the Breech.
Which no body can deny.
But never was such a
worm as Vane;
When the
State scour'd last, it
voided him then,
Yet now he's
crept into the
Rump again.
VVhich no body can deny.
Ludlow's
Fart, was a
Phrophetique Trump:
(There never was any thing so Jump)
'Twas the very
Type, of a
vote of this
Rump.
VVhich no body can deny.
They say 'tis good Luck, when a
Body rises
With the Rump upward; but he that advises
to
Live in that
Posture, is none of the wisest.
Which no body can deny.
The
Reason is
worse, though the
Rime be
Untoward,
When things proceed with the
wrong end Forward,
But they say their's sad news to the
Rump, from the
Nor'ward.
VVhich no body can deny.
'Tis a wonderfull thing the
strength of that Part,
At a
Blast, it will take you a
Team from a
Cart;
And
Blow a mans
Head away with a
Fart.
VVhich no body can deny.
When our
Brains are
Sunck below the
Middle,
And our Conscience steer'd by the hey down-Diddle,
Then things will go round without a Fiddle.
Which no body can deny.
You may Order the
City with a
Hand-Granado,
Or the
General with a
Bastonado,
But no way for a
Rump like a
Carbonado.
Which no body can deny.
To make us as famous in
Council, as
Wars,
Here's Lenthal, a Speaker for mine —
And Fleetwood is a man of Mars.
Which no body can deny.
'Tis pitty that
Nedham's Fall'n into Disgrace,
For he Orders a
Bumme with a marvellous Grace,
And ought to attend the
Rump by his
Place.
Which no body can deny.
Yet this in spight of all Disasters,
Although he hath
Broken the Heads of his Masters,
'Tis still his Profession, to give 'em all Plasters.
VVhich no body can deny.
Let em cry down the Pope, till their Throats are sore,
Their design was to bring him in at the Back-door:
For the
Rump ha's a mind to the
scarlet whore.
VVhich no body can deny.
And this is a Truth at all hands confest,
However unskilfull in any of the rest,
The Rump speaks the Language of the Beast.
Which no body can deny.
They talk that
Lambert is like to be
try'd
For
Treason, and
Buggerie beside,
Because that he did the
Rump bestride.
VVhich no body can deny.
The
Rump's an
old storie, if well understood
'Tis a thing dress'd up in a Parliaments Hood,
And like't, but the Tayl stands where the Heads should.
Which no body can deny.
'Twould make a man scratch, where it does not itch,
To see forty Fools Heads in one Politique Breech,
And That,—Hugging the Nation as the Devil did the witch.
VVhich no body can deny.
From rotten Members preserve our VVives:
From the mercie of a Rump,
our Estates and our Lives:
For they must needs go, whom the Devil Drives.
VVhich no bodie can deny.
FINIS.
Printed at Oxford, for G. H.