King Charles his glory, and rebels shame. Collonel Hevvson. To a pleasant new tune: Or, The crost couple. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06870 of text N31376 in the English Short Title CatalogTextual 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. 6 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 2018 B06870 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[36] 99884935 ocm99884935 182706 2264211326

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06870) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182706) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:2[36]) King Charles his glory, and rebels shame. Collonel Hevvson. To a pleasant new tune: Or, The crost couple. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcut). s.n., [London : 1660] The words "Collonel Hevvson." are separated by the woodcut illustration. Verse: "CHARLES the first was a Noble King ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. Cf. Wing K553 which gives title word "rebells". eng Charles -- I, -- King of England, 1600-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Hewson, John, d. 1662 -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 17th century. Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Early works to 1800. eebo King Charles his glory, and rebels shame. Collonel Hevvson. To a pleasant new tune: Or, The crost couple. anon 1660 1 838 2 0 0 0 0 0 23.87 C The rate of 23.87 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
King CHARLES his Glory , And REBELS Shame .
Collonel Hevvson .
To a pleasant New Tune : Or , The Crost Couple . CHARLES the first was a Noble King , Fa la la la la la. His Fame thorow all the world did ring , Fa la &c. But in this he was to blame That after all his pomp and Fame , To lose himself at a Scottish Game . fa la , &c. T was but a foolish thing . He was a Prince of courage stout , fa la , &c. Although his Glass was soon run out , fa la , &c. Behind him he left a Noble Stock , May give Traitors a handsom knock , For making a King submit to a block fa la , &c. Good things may wind about , then Husons Eye goes ou● The blood that he lost as I suppose , fa la , &c. Caus'd fire to rise in Olivers Nose , fa la , &c. This Ruling Nose did bear such a sway , It cast such a heat and shining ray , That England scarce knew night from day fa la , &c. Good Lord preserve his house . This Oliver was of Huntington , fa la , &c. Born he was but a Brewers Son , fa la , &c. He soon forsook the Dray and Sling , And counted a Brew-house a petty thing , Unto the Stately Throne of a King . fa la , &c. It far surpast a Tun. But Oliver had a heart of Gall , fa la , &c. To murther his Prince at White-hall , fa la , &c. He swares whosoever is over the Main , Whether a French King or of Spain , Yet in England no King shall Raign . fa la , &c. Lest Nol himself should fall . Duke Humphrey was the first Protector , fa la , &c. Henry the second the next Projector , fa la , &c. Then thirdly Oliver he took place , But Lucifer soon removed his Grace , And set up yong Dick the fool of his race . fa la , &c. Dick loved a Cup of Nector No sooner was Dickee got up to the throne , fa la , &c. But he considered 't was none of his own , fa la , &c. And staring this way , and that way about , Desirous to be resolved of a doubt , In comes Lambert and turns him out . fa la ; &c. So Lamberts courage was shown . Fleetwood desirous of the place , fa la , &c. Sends forth Lambert the Scots to face , fa la , &c. But in the strength of his desire , When he did intend poor Jocky to fire , His men forsook him and left him ●th mire . fa la , &c. Ay and that was his disgrace . Thus you perceive how some do rise , fa la , &c. And even surmount the Aerie Skies . fa la , &c. But when they are up they shall have a fall , Witness Fleetwood , blind Hewson , and all The Ragged Rout of a Coblers Stall . fa la , &c. Would Hewson had both his eyes . When Dame Fortune casteth a frown , fa la , &c. These upstart Gallants fall headlong down , fa la , &c. I could wish they would view their own state , And Repent before t is to late , For fear lest a Gibbet will be their last fate , fa la , &c. Or whipping about the Town . Clear Whitehall of Lobster and Goose , fa la , &c. Cast RUMPS and Kidneys out of the house , fa la , &c. Fetch in Charls from over the Main , Make Wars with Dutch men , peace with Spain , Then we shall have money and Trading again . fa la , &c. And then we care not a Lowse . Citizens look to your hits , I say , fa la , &c. Let no Cobler preach nor pray , fa la , &c. Tom Coblers gone the Lord knows whether , Lambert and he I hope are together , Now fetch in the King we shall have fair weather . fa la , &c. Whip Coblers run away . Blind Huson was not over kind , fa la , &c. To run and leave his men behind , fa la , &c. I wish we could find him by the scent , There 's neither Law nor RUMP Parliament Should save him from death to give us content . Good People pitty the Blind .