Cavalier Songs and Ballads of England from 1642 to 1684 | Page 9

to him still In a merry cup of ale, - The man o' the moon,
here's to him!
Brave man o' the moon, we hail thee, The true heart ne'er shall fail thee;
For the day that's gone And the day that's our own - Brave man o' the
moon, we hail thee.
We have seen the bear bestride thee, And the clouds of winter hide thee,
But the moon is changed And here we are ranged, - Brave man o' the
moon, we bide thee.
The man o' the moon for ever! The man o' the moon for ever! We'll
drink to him still In a merry cup of ale, - Here's the man o' the moon for
ever!
We have grieved the land should shun thee, And have never ceased to
mourn thee, But for all our grief There was no relief, - Now, man o' the
moon, return thee.
There's Orion with his golden belt, And Mars, that burning mover, But
of all the lights That rule the nights, The man o' the moon for ever!

Ballad: The Tub-Preacher

By Samuel Butler (Author of Hudibras). To the tune of "The Old
Courtier of the Queen's."
With face and fashion to be known, With eyes all white, and many a
groan, With neck awry and snivelling tone, And handkerchief from
nose new-blown, And loving cant to sister Joan; 'Tis a new teacher
about the town, Oh! the town's new teacher!
With cozening laugh, and hollow cheek, To get new gatherings every
week, With paltry sense as man can speak, With some small Hebrew,
and no Greek, With hums and haws when stuff's to seek; 'Tis a new

teacher, etc.
With hair cut shorter than the brow, With little band, as you know how,
With cloak like Paul, no coat I trow, With surplice none, nor girdle now,
With hands to thump, nor knees to bow; 'Tis a new teacher, etc.
With shop-board breeding and intrusion, By some outlandish institution,
With Calvin's method and conclusion, To bring all things into
confusion, And far-stretched sighs for mere illusion; 'Tis a new teacher,
etc.
With threats of absolute damnation, But certainty of some salvation To
his new sect, not every nation, With election and reprobation, And with
some use of consolation; 'Tis a new teacher, etc.
With troops expecting him at door To hear a sermon and no more, And
women follow him good store, And with great Bibles to turn o'er,
Whilst Tom writes notes, as bar-boys score, 'Tis a new teacher, etc.
With double cap to put his head in, That looks like a black pot tipp'd
with tin; While with antic gestures he doth gape and grin; The sisters
admire, and he wheedles them in, Who to cheat their husbands think no
sin; 'Tis a new teacher, etc.
With great pretended spiritual motions, And many fine whimsical
notions, With blind zeal and large devotions, With broaching rebellion
and raising commotions, And poisoning the people with Geneva
potions; 'Tis a new teacher, etc.

Ballad: The New Litany

From the King's pamphlets, British Museum. Satires in the form of a
litany were common from 1646 to 1746, and even later.
From an extempore prayer and a godly ditty, From the churlish
government of a city, From the power of a country committee, Libera
nos, Domine.
From the Turk, the Pope, and the Scottish nation, From being govern'd
by proclamation, And from an old Protestant, quite out of fashion,
Libera, etc.
From meddling with those that are out of our reaches, From a fighting
priest, and a soldier that preaches, From an ignoramus that writes, and a
woman that teaches, Libera, etc.
From the doctrine of deposing of a king, From the DIRECTORY, (2) or

any such thing, From a fine new marriage without a ring, Libera, etc.
From a city that yields at the first summons, From plundering goods,
either man or woman's, Or having to do with the House of Commons,
Libera, etc.
From a stumbling horse that tumbles o'er and o'er, From ushering a
lady, or walking before, From an English-Irish rebel, newly come o'er,
(3) Libera, etc.
From compounding, or hanging in a silken altar, From oaths and
covenants, and being pounded in a mortar, From contributions, or
free-quarter, Libera, etc.
From mouldy bread, and musty beer, From a holiday's fast, and a
Friday's cheer, From a brother-hood, and a she-cavalier, Libera, etc.
From Nick Neuter, for you, and for you, From Thomas Turn-coat, that
will never prove true, From a reverend Rabbi that's worse than a Jew,
Libera, etc.
From a country justice that still looks big, From swallowing up the
Italian fig, Or learning of the Scottish jig, Libera, etc.
From being taken in a disguise, From believing of the printed lies,
From