We’ll down with deans and prebends, too, And I rejoyce to tell ye We then shall get our fill of pig, And capons for the belly. We’ll burn the Fathers’ weighty tomes, And make the School-men flee; We’ll down with all that smells of wit, And hey, then, up go we. If once the Antichristian crew Be crush’d and overthrown, We’ll teach the nobles how to stoop, And keep the gentry down: Good manners have an ill report, And turn to pride, we see, We’ll therefore put good manners down, And hey, then, up go we. The name of lords shall be abhorr’d, For every man’s a brother; No reason why in Church and State One man should rule another; But when the change of government Shall set our fingers free, We’ll make these wanton sisters stoop, And hey, then, up go we. What though the King and Parliament Do not accord together, We have more cause to be content, This is our sunshine weather: For if that reason should take place, And they should once agree, Who would be in a Roundhead’s case, For hey, then, up go we. What should we do, then, in this case? Let’s put it to a venture; If that we hold out seven years’ space We’ll sue out our indenture. A time may come to make us rue, And time may set us free, Except the gallows claim his due, And hey, then, up go we. THE CLEAN CONTRARY WAY, OR, COLONEL VENNE’S ENCOURAGEMENT TO HIS SOLDIERS. To the air of “Hey, then, up go we.” From a Collection of Loyal Songs written against the Rump Parliament. FIGHT on, brave soldiers, for the cause, Fear not the Cavaliers; Their threat’nings are as senseless as Our jealousies and fears. Tis you must perfect this great work, And all malignants slay; You must bring back the King again The clean contrary way. ’Tis for religion that you fight, And for the kingdom’s good; By robbing churches, plundering them, And shedding guiltless blood. Down with the orthodoxal train, All loyal subjects slay; When these are gone, we shall be blest The clean contrary way. When _Charles_ we have made bankrupt, Of power and crown bereft him, And all his loyal subjects slain, And none but rebels left him; When we have beggar’d all the land, And sent our trunks away, We’ll make him then a glorious prince The clean contrary way. ’Tis to preserve his Majesty That we against him fight, Nor ever are we beaten back, Because our cause is right: If any make a scruple at Our Declarations, say,— Who fight for us, fight for the King The clean contrary way.