The Parliament are grown to that height
They care not a pin what his Majesty saith;
And they pay all their debts with the public faith.
Oh, God, etc.
Though all we have here is brought to nought,
In Ireland we have whole lordships bought,
There we shall one day be rich, 'tis thought:
Still, God, etc.
We must forsake our father and mother,
And for the State undo our own brother
And never leave murthering one another:
Oh, God, etc.
Now the King is caught and the devil is dead;
Fairfax must be disbanded,
Or else he may chance be Hotham-ed.
Still, God, etc.
They have made King Charles a glorious king,
He was told, long ago, of such a thing;
Now he and his subjects have reason to sing,
Oh, God, etc.
Ballad: The Cities Loyaltie To The King
(Aug. 13th, 1647.)
The city of London made several demonstrations this year to support
the Presbyterian party in the Parliament against the Independents
and the army. In the latter end of September, after the army had
marched to London, and the Parliament acted under its influence,
the lord mayor and a large part of the aldermen were committed to
the Tower on the charge of high treason; and a new mayor for the
rest of the year was appointed by the Parliament.
To the tune of "London is a fine town and a gallant city."
Why kept your train-bands such a stirre?
Why sent you them by clusters?
Then went into Saint James's Parke?
Why took you then their musters?
Why rode my Lord up Fleet-street
With coaches at least twenty,
And fill'd they say with aldermen,
As good they had been empty?
London is a brave towne,
Yet I their cases pitty;
Their mayor and some few aldermen
Have cleane undone the city.
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