Poem by Alexander Brome

Upon the Cavaliers departing out of London

1.

NOw fare thee well London,
Thou next must be undone,
'Cause thou hast undone us before;
This cause and this tyrant,
Had never plaid this high rant,
Were't not for thy Argent and Or.

2.

Now we must desert thee,
With the lines that begirt thee,
And the red-coated Saints Domineer,
Who with liberty fool thee,
While a Monster doth rule thee,
And thou feel'st what before thou didst fear:

3.

Now justice and freedom
With the laws that did breed 'um,
Are sent to Jamaica for gold,
And those that upheld 'um,
Have power but seldom,
For justice is barter'd and sold.

4.

Now the Christian Religion
Must seek a new Region,
And the old Saints give way to the new;
And we that are loyal
Vail to those that destroy all,
When the Christian gives place to the Jew.

5.

But this is our glory
In this wretched story,
Calamities fall on the best;
And those that destroy us
Do better imploy us,
To sing till they are supprest.

1. To his Mistress (LAdy you'l wonder when you see)
2. The Damosel
3. On the Queens Arrival
4. On the Kings Return
5. Plain Dealing

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