The Royal Subjects Warning piece to all Traitors You traitors all both great and small, I wish you to beware. In time r●pen●, and be content, for you must, all to Hyde-park- Fair. There is Hemp'n toys 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 rejoice, thy sorrows all are past; Triumph with heart and voice. good news is come at last, Th●se that long time did mourn, come and rejoice with me I scorn my C●●t to turn, but faithful I will be. Heavens bless our General. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 hath our sorrows drowned, Pray for him great and small, King Charles must now be Crowned. This is good news indeed for every honest man; The Law will now proceed Tra●tor● do what you can, Your ' glisse 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 chaste them up and down,; Then Traitors all repent, in City and in town, Your time is almost spent, King Charles must wear, etc. 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 traitors all repent in City and in Town, Your time is almost spent. King Charles, etc. 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 passed He can no way forsake Squire Dun & fear at last, than 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 Butcher's 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, etc. 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 rebellion's horrid deed, Beware of a Hempen string no better thou can speed, And for killing poor apprentice boys for playing at the foot ball, Squire Dun has be hempen toys for sure will serve you all. Bold Arthur Haslerigge Newcastle doth thee 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 sat in Whitehall, 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, England's foe; He being a Brewer's 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 Rebels all. When you had murdered the King you banished his Wife, And all he Royal Offspring 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 royal Offspring, Lord bless the Duke of York, brave General Monck also, He is a Noble Spark against King Charles his so. then traitors all repent, mark we well what here is said, Your time is almost spent alack you are all betrayed, T. R. FINIS.