Who’s that would hide his face, and his neck from the collar pull?
He must appear in this place, if his cap be made of wool.
Who is it? with a vengeance! it is the good Lord St Johns, [81]
Who made God’s house to fall, to build his own withall.
Sing hi ho, who comes there? who ’tis I must not say;
But by his dark lanthorn, I sweare he’s as good in the night as day.
Sing hi ho, etc.
Edge, brethren, room for one that looks as big as the best;
’Tis pity to leave him alone, for he is as good as the rest;
No picklock of the laws, he builds among the daws,
If you ha’ any more kings to murder, for a President look no further.
Sing hi ho, John Bradshaw, in blood none further engages;
The Devil from whom he had’s law, will shortly pay him his wages.
Sing hi ho, etc.
Next, Peagoose Wild, [82] come in to show your weesle face,
And tell us Burley’s sin, whose blood bought you your place;
When loyalty was a crime, he lived in a dangerous time,
Was forced to pay his neck to make you baron of the cheque.
Sing hi ho, Jack Straw, we’ll put it in the margent,
’Twas not for justice or law that you were made a sergeant.
Sing hi ho, etc.
Noll served not Satan faster, nor with him did better accord;
For he was my good master, and the Devil was his good lord.
Both Slingsby, Gerard, and Hewet, [83] were sure enough to go to it,
According to his intent, that chose me President.
Sing hi ho, Lord Lisle, [84] sure law had got a wrench,
And where was justice the while, when you sate on the bench.
Sing hi ho, etc.
Next comes the good Lord Keble, of the Triumvirate,
Of the seal in the law but feeble, though on the bench he sate;
For when one puts him a case, I wish him out of the place,
And, if it were not a sin, an able lawyer in.
Sing, give the seal about, I’de have it so the rather,
Because we might get out the knave, my lord, my father.
Sing hi ho, etc.
Pull out the other three, it is Nathaniel Fines [85]
(Who Bristol lost for fear), we’ll not leave him behind’s;
’Tis a chip of that good old block, who to loyalty gave the first knock,
Then stole away to Lundey, whence the foul fiend fetches him one day.
Sing hi ho, canting Fines, you and the rest to mend ’um,
Would ye were served in your kinds with an ense rescidendum.
Sing hi ho, etc.
He that comes down-stairs, is Lord Chief Justice Glin; [86]
If no man for him cares, he cares as little again:
The reason too I know’t, he helpt cut Strafford’s throat,
And take away his life, though with a cleaner knife.
Sing hi ho, Britain bold, straight to the bar you get,
Where it is not so cold as where your justice set.
Sing hi ho, etc.
He that will next come in, was long of the Council of State,
Though hardly a hair on his chin when first in the council he sate;
He was sometime in Italy, and learned their fashions prettily,
Then came back to’s own nation, to help up reformation.
Sing hi ho, Harry Nevil, [87] I prythee be not too rash
With atheism to court the Divel, you’re too bold to be his bardash.
Sing hi ho, etc.
He there with ingratitude blackt is one Cornelius Holland, [88]
Who, but for the King’s house, lackt wherewith to appease his colon;
The case is well amended since that time, as I think,
When at court gate he tended with a little stick and a short link.
Sing hi ho, Cornelius, your zeal cannot delude us;
The reason pray now tell ye us why thus you play’d the Judas.
Sing hi ho, etc.
At first he was a grocer who now we Major call,
Although you would think no, Sir, if you saw him in Whitehall,
Where he has great command, and looks for cap in hand,
And if our eggs be not addle, shall be of the next new moddel.
Sing hi ho, Mr Salloway, [89] the Lord in heaven doth know
When that from hence you shall away, where to the Devil you’l go.
Sing hi ho, etc.