Roome for Cuckolds

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;
'Twill fall unto the Divels share, because 'tis 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,
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.