The Royall Subjects Warning piece to all Traytors
You traytors all both great and small, I wish you to beware.
In time r
[...]pen
[...], and be content, for you must, all to
Hide-Park- Fair.
There is Hemp'n toyes for you brave boys, which murdered Charles the first,
The Hangman he your guide must be, for thither go you must.
To a pleasant new Tune,
Come back my own sweet Duck.
OLd
England now rejoyce,
thy sorrows all are past;
Tryu
[...]ph with heart and voice.
good news is come at last,
Th
[...]se that long time did mourn,
come and rejoyce with me
I scorn my C
[...]t to turn,
but faithful I will be.
Heavens blesse our Generall.
[...] hath our sorrows drownd,
Pray for him great and small,
King Charles must now be Crownd.
This is good
news[?] indeed
for every hon
[...]st man;
The Law will now procéed
Tra
[...]tor
[...] do what you can,
Your' gl
[...]sse is almost run
your time is almost spent,
You will to Squire Dun
except you soon repent.
[...] for King
Charles right,
[...] Lords of high renown
[...] fight
[...] Charles must wear his Crown
You that did once bare sway
and kept us all at
under,
Now is your reckoning day;
good Subjects you are plunder,
Those that did firmly stand
for
Charles of high renown
You banished the Land,
and chast them up and down,;
Then Traitors all repent,
in City and in town,
Your time is almost spent,
King Charles must wear, &c.
What answer can you make
either to God or man,
What course now can you take
do all the best you can:
For murdering of your King,
the Law will now proceed,
Beware a hempen string,
no better can you speed.
Then traytors all repent
in City and in Town,
Your time is almost spent.
King Charles, &c.
The second Part,
to the same tune.
YOur Anabaptists head
no comfort can you bring,
Alack he is almost dead,
for treason against the King
Himself must answer make,
for what is done and past
He can no way forsake
Squire
Dun & fear at last,
then traitors all repent
in City and in town,
Your tune is almost spent.
King Charles, &c,
Come
Harrison thou art the man.
I and
John Oakey thy brother,
For treason against the King,
there scarce is two such other;
the one a Butchers son,
the other a poor Dray-man,
You must to Squire
Dun
do all the best you can
You traitors all repent
in City and in town,
Your time is almost spent,
King Charles, &c.
Alack blind
Hewson now,
where is thy Laste and Awl,
It had been better for thee
to have kept in thy stall;
For Judging of the King
a rebellions horrid déed,
Beware of a Hempen string
no better thou can spéed,
And for killing poor prentice boys
for playing at the foot ball,
Squire
Dun has be hempen toyes
for sure will serve you all.
Bold
Arthur Haslerigge
Newcastle doth thée curse
For raising of their Coals
four shillings a Chauldron just;
Nay this is the worst of all,
for Judging of the King
As thou sate in
White-hall,
beware of an Hempen string.
Repent you traitors all
in City and in town,
Justice doth on you call,
King
Charles will pull you down.
Your
[...] curse the day
that ever you did know
Bold Oliver, I say,
that traitor,
Englands foe;
He being a Brewers Son
you liquored well your throat,
the Commenty you have undone
Yet now beware a Rope
for climbing up so high
You are sure to have a fall.
the innocent blood doth cry
Down with those Rebells all.
When you had murdered the King
you banished his Wife,
And all he Royall Off-spring
you fought to take their life;
All that true Subjects were
you bid them traitors call.
You must to Hide-Park-Fair,
Squire
Dun invites you all.
then traitors all look too't.
the Rump cannot you save,
the Gallows will claim her due
use all the skill you have.
Concluding thus I cry
God save our gracious King
From bloody tyranny,
and all the royall Off-spring,
Lord blesse the Duke of
York,
brave Generall
Monck also,
He is a Noble Spark
against King
Charles his soe.
then traitors all repent,
mark we well what here is said,
Your time is almost spent
alack you are all betraid,
T. R.
FINIS.