Roome for cuckolds or My Lord Lamberts entrance into Sodome and Gomorrah. To the tune, Is there no more cuckolds but I. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A91970 of text R211525 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.23[27]). 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 A91970 Wing R1924 Thomason 669.f.23[27] ESTC R211525 99870242 99870242 163683 2240942178

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A91970) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163683) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 247:669f23[27]) Roome for cuckolds or My Lord Lamberts entrance into Sodome and Gomorrah. To the tune, Is there no more cuckolds but I. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed for L.M., London : [1660] Publication date from Wing. A satirical ballad. Verse - "You cowd-hearted citizens,". Annotation on Thomason copy: "Feb: 1. 1659". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Lambert, John, 1619-1683 -- Humor -- Early works to 1800. Political satire, English -- 17th century. Political ballads and songs -- England -- 17th century. A91970 R211525 (Thomason 669.f.23[27]). civilwar no Roome for cuckolds: or My Lord Lamberts entrance into Sodome and Gomorrah. To the tune, Is there no more cuckolds but I. anon. 1660 1 468 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
ROOME FOR CUCKOLDS : OR MY LORD LAMBERT'S ENTRANCE INTO SODOME and GOMORRAH . To the Tune , Is there no more Cuckolds but I. YOu Cowd-hearted Citizens , What is your Damn'd pretence To keep your selves within your Beds , and not Fight for your Prince ; Whose Majesty should you behold . your shames would breed your woe ; And then ( like Fooles ) you will cry out , Cuckolds all-a-Row . Ther 's some of you have Bishops Lands , do so much Clogg your Heels , That now you cannot sturr , where as else , you would Run on Wheels : But yet I hope a time will come , When you shall be made know , And told unto your Faces , that you are Cuckolds all-a-Row . But yet for one most Reverend Act , you are to be Commended ; That through your Rams-head Zeal you have your Brother RVMP befriended . To set them in the Parliament House , Their Wisdomes for to show ; But they and you are all a like Cuckolds all-a-Row . Yet I advise you , set this Rump , in Salt , for fear of Stinking ? 'T will fall unto the DIVELS share , because 't is his by drinking : In spight of all their ACTS , and LAWS , Hee 'l carry them down below Then HELL , and CITY like to like , Cuckolds all-a-Row . I doubt , your LAMBERT is undone , and now he may goe Preach ; For'ts the English all-a-moade , For every Rogue to Teach : Hee 'l Nose it bravely in a Tub , to let the CITY know That they 'l be Damn'd unless they Dip , Couckoldb all-a-Row . But where 's your mighty Fleetwood now , His Honour 's worn to the Stump ; Hee 'l serve Ambassador to HELL , to make way for the RVMP . And thus KING-killers one by one will to the Devil goe , Upon the CITY Asses backs , like Cuckolds all-a-Row . And now now Cow-hearts , look to your Shops , the RED-COATS will you Fright , And Plunder you , because they know your HORNS hang in your Light : No matter , for YOU have been the cause of all the Kingdomes Wo , And do deserve still to be call'd Cuckolds all-a-Row . But if that you will Honest grow , and doe a glorious thing ; Which is , to Rowse and take your ARMS and Fight for CHARLS your KING : Which ACT your Credits will regain , and all the World shall know That you no more shall , then be call'd Cuckolds all-a-Row .

LONDON , Printed for L. M.