THE MAN O' THE MOON.
Table of Contents Hogg, in his second series of Jacobite Relics, states that he "got this song among some old papers belonging to Mr Orr of Alloa," and that he never met with it elsewhere. In his first series he printed a Scottish song beginning,-
"Then was a man came fron the moon
And landed in our town, sir,
And he has sworn a solemn oath
That all but knaves must down, sir."
In Martin Parker's foregoing ballad, "When the King enjoys his own again," there is also an allusion to the man in the moon:-
"The Man in the Moon
May wear out his shoon
By running after Charles his wain;"
as it would appear that the "Man in the Moon," was the title assumed by an almanack-maker of the time of the Commonwealth, who, like other astronomers and astrologers, predicted the King's restoration. In this song the "Man o' the Moon" clearly signifies King Charles.
The man o' the moon for ever!
The man o' the moon for ever!
We'll drink to him still
In a merry cup of ale,-
Here's the man o' the moon for ever!
The man o' the moon, here's to him!
How few there be that know him!
But we'll drink to him still
In a merry cup of ale,-
The man o' the moon, here's to him!
Brave man o' the moon, we hail thee,
The true heart ne'er shall fail thee;
For the day that's gone
And the day that's our own-
Brave man o' the moon, we hail thee.
We have seen the bear bestride thee,
And the clouds of winter hide thee,
But the moon is changed
And here we are ranged,-
Brave man o' the moon, we bide thee.
The man o' the moon for ever!
The man o' the moon for ever!
We'll drink to him still
In a merry cup of ale,-
Here's the man o' the moon for ever!
We have grieved the land should shun thee,
And have never ceased to mourn thee,
But for all our grief
There was no relief,-
Now, man o' the moon, return thee.
There's Orion with his golden belt,
And Mars, that burning mover,
But of all the lights
That rule the nights,
The man o' the moon for ever!
THE TUB-PREACHER.
Table of Contents By Samuel Butler (Author of Hudibras).
To the tune of "The Old Courtier of the Queen's."
With face and fashion to be known,
With eyes all white, and many a groan,
With neck awry and snivelling tone,
And handkerchief from nose new-blown,
And loving cant to sister Joan;
'Tis a new teacher about the town,
Oh! the town's new teacher!
With cozening laugh, and hollow cheek,
To get new gatherings every week,
With paltry sense as man can speak,
With some small Hebrew, and no Greek,
With hums and haws when stuff's to seek;
'Tis a new teacher, etc.
With hair cut shorter than the brow,
With little band, as you know how,
With cloak like Paul, no coat I trow,
With surplice none, nor girdle now,
With hands to thump, nor knees to bow;
'Tis a new teacher, etc.
With shop-board breeding and intrusion,
By some outlandish institution,
With Calvin's method and conclusion,
To bring all things into confusion,
And far-stretched sighs for mere illusion;
'Tis a new teacher, etc.
With threats of absolute damnation,
But certainty of some salvation
To his new sect, not every nation,
With election and reprobation,
And with some use of consolation;
'Tis a new teacher, etc.
With troops expecting him at door
To hear a sermon and no more,
And women follow him good store,
And with great Bibles to turn o'er,
Whilst Tom writes notes, as bar-boys score,
'Tis a new teacher, etc.
With double cap to put his head in,
That looks like a black pot tipp'd with tin;
While with antic gestures he doth gape and grin;
The sisters admire, and he wheedles them in,
Who to cheat their husbands think no sin;
'Tis a new teacher, etc.
With great pretended spiritual motions,
And many fine whimsical notions,
With blind zeal and large devotions,
With broaching rebellion and raising commotions,
And poisoning the people with Geneva potions;
'Tis a new teacher, etc.
THE NEW LITANY.
Table of Contents From the King's pamphlets, British Museum. Satires in the form of a litany were common from 1646 to 1746, and even later.
From an extempore prayer and a godly ditty,
From the churlish government of a city,
From the power of a country committee,
Libera nos, Domine.
From the Turk, the Pope, and the Scottish nation,
From being govern'd by proclamation,
And from an old Protestant, quite out of fashion,
Libera, etc.
From meddling with those that are out of our reaches,
From a fighting priest, and a soldier that preaches,
From an ignoramus that writes, and a woman that teaches,
Libera, etc.
From the doctrine of deposing of a king,
From the Directory, [2] or any such thing,
From a fine new marriage without a ring,
Libera, etc.
From a city that yields at the first summons,
From plundering goods, either man or woman's,
Or having to do with the House of Commons,
Libera, etc.
From a stumbling horse that tumbles o'er and o'er,
From ushering a lady, or walking before,
From an English-Irish rebel, newly come o'er, [3]
Libera, etc.
From compounding, or hanging in a silken altar,
From oaths and covenants, and being pounded in a mortar,
From contributions, or free-quarter,
Libera, etc.
From mouldy bread, and musty beer,
From a holiday's fast, and a Friday's cheer,
From a brother-hood, and a she-cavalier,
Libera, etc.
From Nick Neuter, for you, and for you,
From Thomas Turn-coat, that will never prove true,
From a reverend Rabbi that's worse than a Jew,
Libera, etc.
From a country justice that still looks big,
From swallowing up the Italian fig,
Or learning of the Scottish jig,
Libera, etc.
From being taken in a disguise,
From believing of the printed lies,
From the Devil and from the Excise, [4]
Libera, etc.
From a broken pate with a pint pot,
For fighting for I know not what,
And from a friend as false as a Scot,
Libera, etc.
From one that speaks no sense, yet talks all that he can,
From an old woman and a Parliament man,
From an Anabaptist and a Presbyter man,
Libera, etc.
From Irish rebels and Welsh hubbub-men,
From Independents and their tub-men,
From sheriffs' bailiffs, and their club-men,
Libera, etc.
From one that cares not what he saith,
From trusting one that never payeth,
From a private preacher and a public faith,
Libera, etc.
From a vapouring horse and a Roundhead in buff,
From roaring Jack Cavee, with money little enough,
From beads and such idolatrous stuff,
Libera, etc.
From holydays, and all that's holy,
From May-poles and fiddlers, and all that's jolly
From Latin or learning, since that is folly,
Libera, etc.
And now to make an end of all,
I wish the Roundheads had a fall,
Or else were hanged in Goldsmith's Hall.
Amen.
Benedicat Dominus.
THE OLD PROTESTANT'S LITANY.
Table of Contents Against all sectaries
And their defendants,
Both Presbyterians
And Independents.
Mr Walter Wilkins, in his Political Ballads of the Seventeenth and Eighteenth Centuries, says, the imprint of this broadside intimates that it was published in "the year of Hope, 1647," and Thomson, the collector, added the precise date, the 7th of September.
That thou wilt be pleased to grant our requests,
And quite destroy all the vipers' nests,
That England and her true religion molests,
Te rogamus audi nos.
That thou wilt be pleased to censure with pity
The present estate of our once famous city;
Let her still be govern'd by men just and witty,
Te rogamus, etc.
That thou wilt be pleased to consider the Tower,
And all other prisons in the Parliament's power,
Where King Charles his friends find their welcome but sour,
Te rogamus, etc.
That thou wilt be pleased to look on the grief
Of the King's old servants, and send them relief,
Restore to the yeomen o' th' Guard chines of beef,
Te rogamus, etc.
That thou wilt be pleased very quickly to bring
Unto his just rights our so much-wrong'd King,
That he may be happy in everything,
Te rogamus, etc.
That Whitehall may shine in its pristine lustre,
That the Parliament may make a general muster,
That knaves may be punish'd by men who are juster,
Te rogamus, etc.
That now the dog-days are fully expired,
That those cursed curs, which our patience have tired,
May suffer what is by true justice required,
Te rogamus, etc.
That thou wilt be pleased to incline conquering Thomas
(Who now hath both city and Tower gotten from us),
That he may be just in performing his promise,
Te rogamus, etc.
That our hopeful Prince and our gracious Queen
(Whom we here in England long time have not seen)
May soon be restored to what they have been,
Te rogamus,...
