Another invention then they sought, Which long they wrought for to be brought To claspe him with they; Quoth Vane and Scot, I’le tell you what, Wee’l have a plot and he shall not, Wee’l carry the sway: Let’s vote him a thousand pound a yeare, And Hampton Court for him and his Heire. Indeed, quoth George, ye’re Free Parliament men To cut a thong out of another man’s skin. The sectarian, etc.
They sent him then with all his hosts To break our posts and raise our ghosts, Which was their intent; To cut our gates and chain all downe Unto the ground—this trick they found To make him be shent: This plot the Rump did so accord To cast an odium on my lord, But in the task he was hard put untoo’t, ’Twas enough to infect both his horse and his foot, The sectarian, etc.
But when my lord perceived that night What was their spight, he brought to light Their knaveries all; This Parliament of forty-eight, Which long did wait, came to him straight, To give them a fall, And some phanatical people knew That George would give them their fatall due; Indeed he did requite them agen, For he pul’d the Monster out of his den. The sectarian, etc.
To the House our worthy Parliament With good intent they boldly went To vote home the King, And many hundred people more Stood at the doore, and waited for Good tidings to bring; Yet some in the House had their hands much in blood, And in great opposition like traytors they stood; But yet I believe it is very well known That those that were for him were twenty to one. But the sectarian, etc.
They call’d the League and Covenant in To read again to every man; But what comes next? All sequestrations null be void, The people said none should be paid, For this was the text. For, as I heard all the people say, They voted King Charles the first of May; Bonfires burning, bells did ring, And our streets did echo with God bless ye King. At this the sectarian, etc.
Our general then to Dover goes, In spite of foes or deadly blowes, Saying Vive le Roy; And all the glories of the land, At his command they there did stand In triumph and joy. Good Lord, what a sumptuous sight ’twas to see Our good Lord General fall on his knee To welcome home his Majestie, And own his sacred sovereignty. But the sectarian, etc.