The Cock-crowing at the approach of a free-parliament, or, Good newes in a ballat more sweet to your palat, then figge, raison or stewed prune is a countrey wit made it who ne'r got by th' trade yet, and Mad Tom of Bedlam the tune is. Countrey wit. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A33537 of text R39988 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C4795). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. 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A33537) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 108081) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1648:10) The Cock-crowing at the approach of a free-parliament, or, Good newes in a ballat more sweet to your palat, then figge, raison or stewed prune is a countrey wit made it who ne'r got by th' trade yet, and Mad Tom of Bedlam the tune is. Countrey wit. 1 broadside. s.n., [S.l. : 1659] In verse. Date of publication suggested by Wing. Imperfect: creased, with slight loss of print. Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library. eng Ballads, English. A33537 R39988 (Wing C4795). civilwar no The Cock-crowing at the approach of a free-parliament, or, Good newes in a ballat more sweet to your palat, then figge, raison or stewed pru Countrey wit 1659 1155 5 0 0 0 3 0 303 F The rate of 303 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2006-08 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-08 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-10 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2006-10 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2007-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE COCK-CROWING AT THE Approach of a Free-Parliament OR Good newes in a Ballat More sweete to your Palat Then Figge , Raison , or stewed Prune is . A Countrey wit made it Who ne'r got by th' trade yet . And Mad Tom of Bedlam the Tune is . [ 1 ] MOre Wine Boy ; To be sober Is sottish , in my opinion , When so ne●●e we doe see The day that will free Three Kingdomes and a Dominion . CHORUS . Then of with your Pots , English , Irish , and Scots , And loyall Cambro-Brittains , From Lobster like jump And the Head-playing Rump You 'l some have an acquittance . [ 2 ] Though Monck's minde ly's not open To ev'ry eye that 's busy , A free Parliament Is in his intent No Noll , nor Lambert is he . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 3 ] A Parliament untainted , ( Away with secluded Members : New flames it might make , Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 4 ] A Parliament of Members That in bloud and estate are no small Boyes ; The divellish Rump-elves Are for none but themselves , Those will be ( like God ) for us all boyes . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 5 ] Such a Parliament more happy Then Fishes will create you , Though no trade you do drive But to tipple and swive , You 'l be plump in flesh and estate too . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 6 ] No Canaan to old England , Were it rid of the Red-coate Philistian Good Wine and a Cunny Exceed Milk and Honey In the sence of Cavalier Christian . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 7 ] A Hound and a Hawk no longer Shall be tokens of a Disaffection , A Cock-fight shall cease To be breach of the Peace , And a Horse race an Insurrection . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 8 ] The Stages to their freedom Shall be restor'd soon after , And Poets like Lictors Shall scurge our Afflictors And make our old suffrings our Laughter , Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 9 ] Will , Pryn shall be the Master O' th' Revells ( for 's contrition , ) His Histrio-mastyx Was one of his rash-tricks E'r his earely circumcision . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 10 ] Wee 'l preach and pray 'thout canting In a language heau'n know's better Then Ah Lord repeating And Hum and Ha bleating With Calves of the Lips in the Letter . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 11 ] Wee 'l no more to enslave us Weare Chaines , but to boast our Riches , Wee Lobsters will eate , And not be their meate , When the right Rump weare's the Breeches . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 12 ] All Nations shall adore us ▪ 〈…〉 〈…〉 ble , The Dutch-men shall feare us , And all to Mi 〈…〉 here us ; And the French cry votre tres-humble . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 13 ] The Cittizens shall flourish , Lord Mayors , when th' office expires , Shall a Knight-hood obtaine , If they 're not of the straine Of Excise , nor Church-land Buyers . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 14 ] This London had effected E'r now , and honour had got so , But for Knaves Ireton And Tichburn were known , When the Drugster's Son was not so . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 15 ] Each Yeare shall bring a Harvest To th' Plough-man , who was vext ill When but e'ry fourth yeare By the Tax-Calendar It came like the Bissextile . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 16 ] His Rent he shall pay duly , Nor to spend shall he want his groat e'r . His Landlord shall be Of his beere to him free , And of 's flesh to his Wife and his Daughter . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 17 ] But now my serious fancyes , A project is concocting , When God shall have sent A true Parliament , What a Rope we shall doe with this mockthing Cho , Then of with , &c. [ 18 ] Like Mare with dock to th' Manger , To shew it no cheat at all is . It like one doth appeare , But it is none and where The Head should have been the Taile is , Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 19 ] Or we 'l send for the God of Lorrell , Who cook't so neatly the Peak-feast , And Hell Carbonado It with little a-doe To make the Devill a break-fast Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 20 ] We read of a Rump in Saint Austin Which ( before this of ours ) out-went all ; It sounds did let fly As articularly As it had had in it a Lenthall , Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 21 ] But ne'r poor Rum was firked Like this by wits , and by no wits . Nor ever was game So fit as this same To enter and flesh young Poets . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 22 ] More good things I could utter But now I find by a token , That the Play will begin , And good fortune come in E'r the Prologue be quite spoken . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 23 ] Charles Waine's ore the new Chimnie , The Sun 's neare our Horizon , The Fowles of the night Are taking their flight , E'r Cheshire Prey they seiz on . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 24 ] We 'l drink and pray no longer For the King in misticall fashions But with Trumpet 's sound His health shall go round , And our Prayers be Proclamations . Cho. Then of with , &c. [ 25 ] Now Jockey , Teag , and Shenkin , Pray no more to St. Andrew To Patrick , or Davie , But St. George , who , to save 'ee , 'gainst Dragon Rump like a man-drew . Cho. Then of with your pots English , Irish , and Scots And loyall Cambro-brittaines , From Lobster-like Jump , And the head-playing Rump You 'l soon have an acquittance . FINIS .