The coinage issued during the Protectorate of Cromwell, consisted of pieces having on the obverse side a shield with St George’s cross, encircled by a laurel and palm branch, and the words, “The Commonwealth of England.” On the reverse side was the legend, “God with us,” and two shields, bearing the arms of England and Ireland. SAW you the State’s money new come from the Mint? Some people do say it is wonderous fine; And that you may read a great mystery in’t, Of mighty King Nol, the lord of the coin. They have quite omitted his politic head, His worshipful face, and his excellent nose; But the better to show the life he had led, They have fix’d upon it the print of his hose. For, if they had set up his picture there, They needs must ha’ crown’d him in Charles’s stead; But ’twas cunningly done, that they did forbear, And rather would set up aught else than his head. ’Tis monstrous strange, and yet it is true, In this reformation we should have such luck; That crosses were always disdain’d by you, Who before pull’d them down, should now set them up. On this side they have circumscribed “God with us,” And in this stamp and coin they confide; _Common-Wealth_ on the other, by which we may guess That God and the States were not both of a side. On this side they have cross and harp, And only a cross on the other set forth; By which we may learn, it falls to our part Two crosses to have for one fit of mirth! THE ANARCHIE, OR THE BLEST REFORMATION SINCE 1640. Being a new song, wherein the people expresse their thankes and pray for the reformers. To be said or sung of all the well-affected of the kingdome of England, and dominion of Wales, before the breaking up of this unhappy Parliament. [From the King’s Pamphlets, British Museum. It is printed but incorrectly in the “Rump Songs,” ed. 1665, under the title of “The Rebellion.”] To a rare new Tune. (Oct. 24, 1648.) NOW that, thankes to the powers below! We have e’ne done out our doe, The mitre is downe, and so is the crowne, And with them the coronet too; Come clownes, and come boyes, come hober-de-hoyes, Come females of each degree; Stretch your throats, bring in your votes, And make good the anarchy. And “thus it shall goe,” sayes Alice; “Nay, thus it shall goe,” sayes Amy; “Nay, thus it shall goe,” sayes Taffie, “I trow;” “Nay, thus it shall goe,” sayes Jamy.