A psalme sung by the people, before the bone-fires, made in and about the City of London, on the 11th. of February. To the tune of Up tayles all. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A91331 of text R211560 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.23[43]). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A91331 Wing P4148 Thomason 669.f.23[43] ESTC R211560 99870276 99870276 163699 2240952301

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A91331) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163699) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 247:669f23[43]) A psalme sung by the people, before the bone-fires, made in and about the City of London, on the 11th. of February. To the tune of Up tayles all. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1660] Verse - "Come lets take the Rump". Imprint from Wing. A ballad, satirizing the Rump. Annotation on Thomason copy: "Feb. 15. 1659". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng England and Wales. -- Parliament -- Humor -- Early works to 1800. Political ballads and songs -- England -- 17th century. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1649-1660 -- Humor -- Early works to 1800. A91331 R211560 (Thomason 669.f.23[43]). civilwar no A psalme sung by the people, before the bone-fires, made in and about the City of London, on the 11th. of February. To the tune of Up tayles anon. 1660 1 510 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-08 Sampled and proofread 2007-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A PSALME SUNG By the PEOPLE , before the BONE-FIRES , Made in and about the City of LONDON , On the 11th. of February . To the Tune of Vp tayles all . COme le ts take the Rump And wash it at the Pump , For t is now in a shitten case : Nay if it hang an Arse Wee l pluck it down the stares , And roast it at Hell for its grease . Let the Divell be the Cook And the roast overlook , And lick his own fingers apace ; For that may be borne , ( If he take it not in scorne To lick such a privy place . ) Though we are bereft Of our Armes , Spits are left , Whereon the Rump we will roast ; Wee 'l prick it in the Tayl And bast it with a flayl Till it stink like a Cole-burnt Toast . It hath laine long in brine , Made by the peoples eyne , So t is salt though unsavory meat ; Wee 'l draw it round about With Welsh Parsley , and no doubt It will choak Pluto's great Dog to eat . We will not be mockt This Rump hath been dock't , And if our skill doth not fail ; To feare it is good , Or else all the blood In the body , lean out at the Tayl. Then downe in your Ire With this Rump to the fire , Get Harrington's Rota to turne it ; If paper be lack't The Assessment Act You may stick upon 't least ye burn it . But see there my Masters It rises in blisters And lookes very big on the matter ; Like a roasting Pigs eare It sings , doe yee heare 'T is enough come quickly the Platter . Lay Trenchers and Cloth And away bring the broth , Did the Divell o' th Fag end make none ; But hold by your leave Napkins we must have To wipe our mouthes when we have done . Come Ladyes pray where ? Will you none of our cheare ? Are yee of such a squeamish nature ? Pray what is your reason , Are Rumps out of season ? But t is an abuse to the Creature . Come wee 'l fall on Pray cut me a bone The Meat may be healthfull and sound ; Fogh ! come let us bury't To th' hole we must carry 't This Rump it stinks above ground . This fire wee 'l stile The Funerall pile , The Grave shall be under the Gallowes ; The Vane shall be th' scull , Of some Trayterous Fool , And the Epitaph shall be as followes . Vnderneath these Stones A Rump-Corporates bones Are laid full low in a sink , And we doe implore yee Let them rest , for the more yee Doe stir them , the more they will stink . THE RUMP END .