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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A MODE:
THE
Cities profound Policie, in delivering them&s;elves,
their City, their VVorks and Ammunition, into the pro|tection
of the ARMIE.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<L>BRave Citizens, you have done well,</L>
<L>To make your &s;laves your Ma&s;ters;</L>
<L>Your policie it doth excell,</L>
<L>Your Groomes will be your Ta&s;ters.</L>
<L>My Lord Mayor, and the Aldermen,</L>
<L>Your Gownes mu&s;t make them breeches;</L>
<L>And if you doe retort agen,</L>
<L>They'l make you eat your Speeches.</L>
<L><HI>O brave Common-Coun&s;ell men,</HI></L>
<L><HI>O brave Trained-Bands!</HI></L>
<L><HI>When do you thinke to get again</HI></L>
<L><HI>The &s;taffe in your owne hands?</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>Th' Apprentices did vapour much,</L>
<L>They'd bang the Army &s;oundly,</L>
<L>And yet their valour proved &s;uch,</L>
<L>They dur&s;t not go to't roundly:</L>
<L><HI>Ma&s;&s;ey</HI> was made the Generall</L>
<L>Of all your mighty Forces;</L>
<L>But when he on the Foe &s;hould fall,</L>
<L>He wanted men and hor&s;es.</L>
<L><HI>O brave Common-Coun&s;ell men,</HI></L>
<L><HI>O brave Trained-Bands!</HI></L>
<L><HI>When do you thinke to get again</HI></L>
<L><HI>The &s;taffe in your owne hands?</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L>Wher's <HI>Hollis</HI> now and <HI>Stapleton,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Jack Maynard</HI> and <HI>Clotworthy</HI>?</L>
<L>And where is <HI>Prynne</HI> and <HI>Poyntz</HI> now gone,</L>
<L>To purge them of the &s;curvy?</L>
<L>And <HI>Glyn</HI> and <HI>Lewis</HI> have left all,</L>
<L>Within at &s;ix and &s;evens;</L>
<L>And <HI>Waller</HI>'s gone to Gloce&s;ter-Hall</L>
<L>To vi&s;it Mrs. <HI>Stevens.</HI></L>
<L><HI>O brave Common-Coun&s;ell men, &amp;c</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L>The Souldiers now, even where they wi&s;h,</L>
<L>Will in your Citie quarter,</L>
<L>And 'fore you ta&s;t of every di&s;h;</L>
<L>And for your wives will barter.</L>
<L>Your dainty ducks, who&s;e &s;oles nere treads</L>
<L>Upon the earth that bears them,</L>
<L>They now will tow&s;e upon your beds,</L>
<L>Your Antlers nothing &s;cares them.</L>
<L><HI>O brave Common-Coun&s;ell men, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5</HEAD>
<L>Sir <HI>Thomas</HI> now will make his peace,</L>
<L>Even as his owne &s;elfe li&s;teth:</L>
<L>And meanes to &s;tew you in your grea&s;e,</L>
<L>The Army with with him twi&s;teth.</L>
<L>New halters manie, for to hang</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that meant to oppo&s;e him,</L>
<L>Tell truth, do not your hearts cry twang,</L>
<L>That ere at fir&s;t you cho&s;e him?</L>
<L><HI>O brave Common-Coun&s;ell men, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6</HEAD>
<L>And now the Royalli&s;ts will &s;ing,</L>
<L>Aloud <HI>Vive le Roy;</HI></L>
<L>The Commons will imbrace their King,</L>
<L>With an unwonted joy:</L>
<L>And where's now all your coine and toile,</L>
<L>'Tis vani&s;h'd into aire:</L>
<L>You may get more, if that you moile</L>
<L>Now at S. <HI>Bartholmews</HI> Faire.</L>
<L><HI>O brave Common-Coun&s;ell men, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>7</HEAD>
<L>If <HI>Fairfax</HI> now his Soveraigne bring</L>
<L>To London, to his People,</L>
<L>Each Pari&s;h bells for joy &s;hall ring,</L>
<L>Till they knock down the &s;teeple:</L>
<L>And we Sir <HI>Thomas</HI> his renown</L>
<L>VVill like S. <HI>Georges</HI> hallow,</L>
<L><HI>Tom May</HI> &s;hall all his acts write downe,</L>
<L>Or <HI>Withers</HI> that <HI>Apollo.</HI></L>
<L><HI>O brave Common-Coun&s;ell men, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>8</HEAD>
<L>The Scots doe whine that they have lo&s;t</L>
<L>Their hopes at once: deare <HI>Jockey,</HI></L>
<L>Thy fine Presbyterie quite is cro&s;t,</L>
<L>The Engli&s;h doe but mock yee:</L>
<L>The coine that is behind of pay,</L>
<L>For &s;elling of the King,</L>
<L>You'l have the cleane contrary way,</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Thomas</HI> will it bring.</L>
<L><HI>O Brave Common-Coun&s;ell men, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>9</HEAD>
<L>The Trained Bands alas are tyr'd,</L>
<L>Their works they cannot man them,</L>
<L>And therefore have, the Army hyr'd,</L>
<L>Who like to chaffe doe fan them:</L>
<L>The Tower too great a trouble was,</L>
<L>They wanted a Con&s;table;</L>
<L>And therefore they did bring't to pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Thomas</HI> might be able.</L>
<L><HI>O Brave Common-Coun&s;ell men, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<HEAD>10</HEAD>
<L><HI>Ca&s;e</HI> now doth doubt, calamitie</L>
<L>Will &s;eize on the Presbyterie,</L>
<L><HI>Calamie</HI> doubts, the ca&s;e will bee</L>
<L>So as to &s;ee't were pitie:</L>
<L>The Synod now doth greatly doubt,</L>
<L>That Bi&s;hops, and the Service,</L>
<L>Will now once more be brought about,</L>
<L>Before it plea&s;e <HI>Tom Gervice,</HI></L>
<L><HI>O brave Common-Coun&s;ell men, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG N="11">
<HEAD>11</HEAD>
<L><HI>Overton</HI> now may walke abroad,</L>
<L>Stone walls are weak to hold him;</L>
<L>As <HI>Lilburne</HI> that &s;ame Demie-god,</L>
<L>Prophetickly hath told him:</L>
<L>And you may goe, and &s;hake your eares,</L>
<L>Who had, and could not hold it,</L>
<L>What you had &s;trove for many yeares,</L>
<L>And got; you now have &s;old it.</L>
<L><HI>O brave Common-Coun&s;ell men &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="12">
<HEAD>12</HEAD>
<L>You need not now to We&s;tmin&s;ter</L>
<L>To march with Fife and Drumme,</L>
<L>The Army &s;o your goods preferre,</L>
<L>They will &s;upplie your roome.</L>
<L>The Modells now and you may lie,</L>
<L>Abed till noone, and plea&s;e yee;</L>
<L>The Armie, will your place &s;upplie,</L>
<L>All this is done to ea&s;e yee.</L>
<L><HI>O brave Common-Coun&s;ell men &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG N="13">
<HEAD>13</HEAD>
<L>And now what doe ye lack fond men,</L>
<L>Alas you wanted knowledge:</L>
<L>Who would have thoght, when you had been</L>
<L>So long at Gotham Colledge,</L>
<L>You &s;hould not know to bargaine well,</L>
<L>But &s;o to maime your Charter:</L>
<L>The after-Ages will you tell,</L>
<L>You did not wi&s;ely barter.</L>
<L><HI>O brave Common-Coun&s;ell men</HI></L>
<L><HI>O brave Trained-bands!</HI></L>
<L><HI>When doe you think to get againe</HI></L>
<L><HI>The &s;taffe in your own hands?</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed in the Yeere 1647.</P>
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