Roome for cuckolds: or My Lord Lamberts entrance into Sodome and Gomorah. To the tune of, Is there no more cuckolds but I. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B05040 of text423 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing R1924A). 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 B05040 Wing R1924A Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[315] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[182] 99885022 ocm99885022 182851 2248521782

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B05040) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182851) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A1:1[318]; A4:2[183]) Roome for cuckolds: or My Lord Lamberts entrance into Sodome and Gomorah. To the tune of, Is there no more cuckolds but I. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for W.R., [London] : [1660?] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. A satirical ballad. Verse: "YOu Cow-hearted Citizens ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Lambert, John, 1619-1683 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Satire, English -- 17th century -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 17th century. B05040 423 (Wing R1924A). civilwar no Roome for cuckolds: or My Lord Lamberts entrance into Sodome and Gomorah. To the tune of, Is there no more cuckolds but I. anon. 1660 1 473 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. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-01 Sampled and proofread 2009-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
ROOME FOR CUCKOLDS : OR MY LORD LAMBERTS ENTRANCE INTO SODOME and GOMORAH . To the Tune of , Is there no more Cuckolds but I. YOu Cow-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 Fools ) you will cry out , Cuckolds all-a-Row . Ther 's some of you , whose 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 Rump 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 't s 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 , Cuckolds 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 Rump . And thus King-killers one by one will to the Devill go , Upon the City Asses backs , like Cuckolds all-a-row . And 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 Kingdoms Wo , And do deserve still to be call'd Cuckolds all-a-row . But if that you would honest grow , and doe a glorious thing ; Which is , to Rowse and take your Armes and Fight for Charles your KING : Which Act your Credits will regain , and all the World shall know That you no more shall , then be cal'd Cuckolds all-a-Row .

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