But now we've seen't they'd need drink ours.

For by this Act it is thought fit
That no man shall have benefit,
Unless he first engage to be
A rebel to eternity.

Thus, in this pardon it is clear
That nothing's here and nothing's there:
I think our States do mean to choke us
With this new Act of HOCUS POCUS.

Well, since this Act's not worth a pin,
We'll pray our States to call it in,
For most men think it ought to be
Burnt by the hand of Gregory.

Then, to conclude, here's little joy
For those that pray VIVE LE ROY!
But since they'll not forget our crimes,
We'll keep our mirth till better times.



Ballad: An Old Song On Oliver's Court



Written in the year 1654, by Samuel Butler.