GOOD-MORROW, my neighbours all, what news is this I heard tell As I past through Westminster-hall by the House that’s neck to hell? They told John Lambert {72} was there with his bears, and deeply he swore (As Cromwell had done before) those vermin should sit there no more. Sing hi ho, Wil. Lenthall, {73} who shall our general be? For the House to the Devil is sent all, and follow, good faith, mun ye! Sing hi ho, my honey, my heart shall never rue, Here’s all pickt ware for the money, and yet a hard pennyworth too. Then, Muse, strike up a sonnet, come, piper, and play us a spring, For now I think upon it, these R’s turn’d out their King; But now is come about, that once again they must turn out, And not without justice and reason, that every one home to his prison. Sing hi ho, Harry Martin, {74} a burgess of the bench, There’s nothing here is certain, you must back and leave your wench. Sing, hi ho, etc. He there with the buffle head is called lord and of the same House, Who (as I have heard it said) was chastised by his ladye spouse; Because he ran at sheep, she and her maid gave him the whip, And beat his head so addle, you’d think he had a knock in the cradle. Sing hi ho, Lord Munson, {75} you ha’ got a park of the King’s; One day you’l hang like a hounson, for this and other things, Sing hi, ho, etc. It was by their master’s orders at first together they met, Whom piously they did murder, and since by their own they did set. The cause of this disaster is ’cause they were false to their master; Nor can they their gens-d’armes blame for serving them the same. Sing hi ho, Sir Arthur, {76} no more in the House you shall prate; For all you kept such a quarter, {77} you are out of the councell of state. Sing hi ho, etc. Old Noll once gave them a purge (forgetting OCCIDISTI), (The furies be his scourge!) so of the cure must he; And yet the drug he well knew it, for he gave it to Dr Huit; {78} Had he given it them, he had done it, and they had not turn’d out his son yet; Sing hi ho, brave Dick, Lenthall, and Lady Joane, Who did against lovalty kick is now for a new-year’s gift gone. Sing hi ho, etc. For had Old Noll been alive, he had pull’d them out by the ears, Or else had fired their hive, and kickt them down the staires; Because they were so bold to vex his righteous soul, When he so deeply had swore that there they should never sit more. But hi ho, Noll’s dead, and stunk long since above ground, Though lapt in spices and lead that cost us many a pound. Sing hi ho, etc.