The True Protestants LITANY.
To the Tune,
When Jockey first the Wars began.
I.
MOre Ballads — Here: Spiek and Span:—new Supplication,
By Order of a Committee for the Reformation,
To be Read in all Churches and Chappels of this Nation,
Upon pain of slavery and Sequestration:
From Knaves and Rumpers in a Parliament free,
Libera nos Domine.
II.
From those that have more Religion and less Conscience than their fellows,
From a Representative that's fearfull and jealous,
From a starting Jadish People, that's troubled with the Yellows,
And a Jesuit that Blows the Coal (a Turd in the Bellows)
From Knaves and Rumpers, &c.
III.
From Shepherds that lead there flocks into the Bryers,
And 'hen Fleece them—from Vow breakers and Kings Tryers:
Of Church and Crown Lands—from both Sellers and Buyers:
From the Children of him that's the Father of Lyers:
From Knaves and Rumpers in, &c.
IV.
From the Doctrine and Dicipline of (Now and a Non)
Preserve us and our Wives, from—
Sedgwick and
John,
Like Master like Man, every way but One,
The Master has a large Conscience—and the Man has none:
From Knaves and Rumpers, &c.
V.
From those that sate in the High Court of Justice,
From Usurpers that stile themselves the Peoples Trustees,
From an Old
Rump in which neither profit nor Gust is,
And from the recovery of that which now in the Dust is:
From Knaves and Rumpers in, &c.
VI.
From a backsliding Saint, that pretends t'acquiess,
From the Popish Proverb (let 'um Hang that confess)
From a Sniveling Cause in a pontificial dress:
From two Lawyers, with the Devil and his Dam in a mess,
From Knaves and Rumpers &c.
VII.
From those that trouble the Waters, to mend the Fishing,
And Fight the Lards Battel, under the Devil's Commission;
Such as Eat up the Nation, while the Governments a dishing.
And from a People when it shou'd be a doing—stands wishing,
From Knaves and Rumpers, &c.
VIII.
From an Everlasting mock parliament, and from None,
From
Straffora's Old Friends—
Harry—
Jack and
Pim John,
From the Solicitors Wolf-Law, deliver our King's Son,
And from the Resurrection of the
Rump, that's dead and gone.
From Knaves and Rumpers, &c.
IX.
From forein Invasions—and Commotions at home,
From present Petitions, and from worse to come,
From the same hand again—
Smectymnuus or the Bum:
And from taking
Geneva, in our way to
Rome;
From Knaves and Rumpers, &c.
X.
From Saints and tender Consciences in Buff,
From
Mild—in a Foam and
Hewl—in a Huff:
From bold Petitioners that think they nere have Enuff,
And from a Fools-head that looks through a Chain and a Ruff,
From Knaves and Rumpers, &c.
XI.
Preserve us good Heaven from intrusting those,
That have much to get and little to lose:
That murder'd the Father, and the Son would depose,
Sure they can't be our Friends that are their Countries foes,
From Knaves and Rumpers, &c.
XII.
From
Bradshaw's presumption and from
Hayles despairs,
From rotten Members, blind Guides, preaching Aldermen, and false Mayors,
From long Knives, long Ears, long Parliaments, and long prayers,
In mercy to the Nation—deliver us and our Heirs:
From Knaves and Rumpers in a Parliament free,
Libera nos Domine.
Printed in the Year, 1680.