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         Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
      
       
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             The anarchie or the blessed reformation since 1640. Being a new caroll wherein the people expresse their thankes and pray for the reformers. To be said or sung of all the well affected of the kingdome of England and dominion of Wales, before they eate any plumbroth at Christmasse. To a rare new tune.
             Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             s.n,
             [London :
             1648]
          
           
             Attributed to Thomas Jordan.
             Satiric verse - "Now that thanks to the powers below,".
             The words "or .. 1640." and "Being .. reformers." are bracketed together in title.
             At end: It is desired that the Knights and Burgesses would take especiall care to send downe full numbers hereof, to their respective Counties and Burroughs, for which they have served Apprentiship, that all the people may rejoyce as one man, for their freedome.
             Imprint from Wing.
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "Jan. 11th 1647".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Political satire, English -- Early works to 1800.
           Political ballads and songs -- England -- 17th century.
           Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1642-1649 -- Humor -- Early works to 1800.
           Great Britain -- Religion -- 17th century -- Humor -- Early works to 1800.
        
      
    
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           THE
           ANARCHIE
           ,
           
             Or
             the
             blest
             Reformation
             since
          
           1640.
           
        
         
           Being
           a
           new
           Song
           ,
           wherein
           the
           people
           expresse
           their
           thankes
           and
           pray
           for
           the
           Reformers
           .
        
         
           To
           be
           said
           or
           sung
           of
           all
           the
           well
           affected
           of
           the
           Kingdome
           of
           England
           ,
           and
           Dominion
           of
           Wales
           ,
           before
           they
           eate
           any
           Plumbroth
           at
           Christmasse
           .
        
         
           To
           a
           Rare
           New
           Tune
           .
        
         
           
             NOW
             that
             thankes
             to
             the
             Powers
             below
             ,
          
           
             We
             have
             e'ne
             done
             out
             our
             doe
             ,
          
           
             The
             Miter
             is
             downe
             ,
          
           
             And
             so
             is
             the
             Crowne
          
           
             And
             with
             them
             the
             Coronet
             too
             ;
          
           
             Come
             Clownes
             and
             come
             boyes
             ,
          
           
             Come
             hober
             de
             hoyes
             ,
          
           
             Come
             Females
             of
             each
             degree
             ,
          
           
             Stretch
             your
             throats
             ,
             bring
             in
             your
             Votes
             ,
          
           
             And
             make
             good
             the
             Anarchy
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             thus
             it
             shall
             goe
             sayes
             Alice
             ,
          
           
             Nay
             thus
             it
             shall
             goe
             sayes
             Amy
             ;
          
           
             Nay
             thus
             it
             shall
             goe
             sayes
             Taffie
             I
             trow
             ,
          
           
             Nay
             thus
             it
             shall
             goe
             sayes
             Jamy
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ah
             but
             the
             
               Truth
            
             good
             people
             all
             ,
          
           
             The
             
               Truth
            
             is
             such
             a
             thing
             ,
          
           
             For
             it
             wou'd
             undoe
             ,
             both
             Church
             and
             State
             too
             ,
          
           
             And
             cut
             the
             throat
             of
             our
             King
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             not
             the
             Spirit
             ,
             nor
             the
             new
             light
             ,
          
           
             Can
             make
             this
             point
             so
             cleare
             ,
          
           
             But
             thou
             must
             bring
             out
             ,
             thou
             Deified
             rout
          
           
             What
             thing
             this
             truth
             is
             and
             where
             .
          
           
             Speak
             
               Abraham
               ,
            
             speak
             
               Kester
               ,
            
             speak
             
               Iudith
               ,
            
             speak
             
               Hester
               ;
            
          
           
             Speak
             tag
             and
             rag
             ,
             short
             coat
             and
             long
             ,
          
           
             Truth
             's
             the
             spell
             made
             us
             rebell
             ,
          
        
         
           
             And
             murder
             and
             plunder
             ding
             dong
             .
          
           
             Sure
             I
             have
             the
             truth
             sayes
             
               Numph
               ,
            
          
           
             Nay
             I
             ha'
             the
             truth
             sayes
             
               Clemme
               ;
            
          
           
             Nay
             I
             ha'
             the
             truth
             sayes
             reverend
             
               Ruth
               ,
            
          
           
             Nay
             I
             ha'
             the
             truth
             sayes
             
               Nem.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Well
             let
             the
             Truth
             be
             where
             it
             will
             ,
          
           
             We
             're
             sure
             all
             else
             is
             ours
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             these
             divisions
             in
             our
             Religions
             ,
          
           
             May
             chance
             abate
             our
             powers
             ;
          
           
             Then
             let
             's
             agree
             on
             some
             one
             way
             ,
          
           
             It
             skills
             not
             much
             how
             true
             ,
          
           
             Take
             
               Pryn
            
             and
             his
             Clubs
             ,
             or
             
               Say
            
             and
             his
             Tubs
             ,
          
           
             Or
             any
             Sect
             old
             or
             new
             ;
          
           
             The
             Devils
             i
             th'
             Pack
             ,
             if
             choyce
             you
             can
             lack
             ,
          
           
             We
             're
             fourescore
             Religions
             strong
             ,
          
           
             Take
             your
             choyce
             ,
             the
             major
             voyce
          
           
             Shall
             carry
             it
             right
             or
             wrong
             :
          
        
         
           
             Then
             wee
             le
             be
             of
             this
             sayes
             
               Megg
               ,
            
          
           
             Nay
             wee
             le
             be
             of
             that
             sayes
             
               Tibb
               ,
            
          
           
             Nay
             wee
             le
             be
             of
             all
             sayes
             pityfull
             
               Paul
               ,
            
          
           
             Nay
             wee
             le
             be
             of
             none
             sayes
             
               Gibb
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Neighbours
             and
             Friends
             pray
             one
             word
             more
             ,
          
           
             There
             's
             something
             yet
             behind
             ,
          
           
             And
             wise
             though
             you
             be
             ,
             you
             doe
             not
             well
             see
          
           
             In
             which
             doore
             sits
             the
             winde
             ;
          
           
             As
             for
             Religion
             to
             speake
             right
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             Houses
             sense
             ,
          
           
             The
             matter
             's
             all
             one
             to
             have
             any
             or
             none
             ,
          
           
             If
             't
             were
             not
             for
             the
             pretence
             ;
          
           
             But
             herein
             doth
             lurke
             the
             key
             of
             the
             worke
             ,
          
           
             Even
             to
             dispose
             of
             the
             Crowne
             ,
          
           
             Dexterously
             and
             as
             may
             be
          
           
             For
             your
             behoofe
             in
             our
             owne
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             le
             ts
             ha'
             King
             
               CHARLES
            
             sayes
             
               George
               ,
            
          
           
             Nay
             le
             ts
             have
             his
             son
             sayes
             
               Hugh
               ,
            
          
           
             Nay
             then
             le
             ts
             ha'
             none
             sayes
             jabbering
             
               Ione
               ,
            
          
           
             Nay
             le
             ts
             be
             all
             Kings
             sayes
             
               Prue
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Oh
             we
             shall
             have
             (
             if
             we
             go
             on
          
           
             In
             Plunder
             ,
             Excise
             ,
             and
             blood
             )
          
           
             But
             few
             folke
             and
             poore
             to
             domineere
             ore
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             will
             not
             be
             so
             good
             :
          
           
             Then
             le
             ts
             resolve
             on
             some
             new
             way
             ,
          
           
             Some
             new
             and
             happy
             course
             ,
          
           
             The
             Countrys
             growne
             sad
             ,
             the
             City
             horne
             mad
             ,
          
           
             And
             both
             Houses
             are
             worse
             .
          
           
             The
             Synod
             hath
             writ
             ,
             the
             Generall
             hath
             —
          
           
             And
             both
             to
             like
             purpose
             too
             ,
          
           
             Religion
             ,
             Lawes
             ,
             the
             Truth
             ,
             the
             Cause
          
           
             Are
             talk't
             of
             ,
             but
             nothing
             we
             doe
             .
          
        
         
           
             Come
             come
             shal's
             ha
             peace
             sayes
             
               Nell
               ,
            
          
           
             No
             no
             but
             we
             won't
             sayes
             
               Madge
               ,
            
          
           
             But
             I
             say
             we
             will
             sayes
             firy
             fac'd
             
               Phill
               ,
            
          
           
             We
             will
             and
             we
             won't
             sayes
             
               Hodge
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             from
             the
             rout
             who
             can
             expect
          
           
             Ought
             but
             division
             ;
          
           
             Since
             Unity
             doth
             with
             Monarcie
             ,
          
           
             Begin
             and
             end
             in
             One
             ;
          
           
             If
             then
             when
             all
             is
             thought
             their
             owne
             ,
          
           
             And
             lyes
             at
             their
             behest
             ,
          
           
             These
             popular
             pates
             reap
             nought
             but
             debates
          
           
             From
             that
             many
             Round-headed
             beast
             .
          
           
             Come
             Royalists
             then
             ,
             doe
             you
             play
             the
             men
             ,
          
           
             And
             Cavaliers
             give
             the
             word
             ,
          
           
             Now
             le
             ts
             see
             at
             what
             you
             would
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             whether
             you
             can
             accord
             ;
          
        
         
           
             A
             health
             to
             King
             
               CHARLES
            
             sayes
             
               Tom
               ,
            
          
           
             Up
             with
             it
             sayes
             
               Raphe
            
             like
             a
             Man
             ,
          
           
             God
             blesse
             him
             sayes
             
               Doll
               ,
            
             and
             raise
             him
             sayes
             
               Moll
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             send
             him
             his
             owne
             sayes
             
               Nan
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Now
             for
             those
             prudent
             Things
             that
             fit
          
           
             Without
             end
             ,
             and
             to
             none
             ,
          
           
             And
             their
             Committees
             that
             Townes
             and
             Cities
          
           
             Fill
             with
             confusion
             ;
          
           
             For
             the
             bold
             Troopes
             of
             Sectaries
             ,
          
           
             The
             Scots
             and
             their
             partakers
             ;
          
           
             Our
             new
             Brittish
             States
             ,
             
               Col
               Burges
            
             and
             his
             Mates
             ,
          
           
             The
             
               Covenant
            
             and
             its
             Makers
             ,
          
           
             For
             all
             these
             wee
             le
             pray
             ,
             and
             in
             such
             a
             way
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             it
             might
             granted
             be
             ,
          
           
             
               Iack
            
             and
             
               Gill
               ,
               Mat
            
             and
             
               Will
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             World
             would
             agree
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             pox
             take
             them
             all
             sayes
             
               Besse
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             a
             plague
             too
             sayes
             
               Margery
               ,
            
          
           
             The
             Devill
             sayes
             
               Dick
               ,
            
             and
             his
             Dam
             too
             sayes
             
               Nick
               ,
            
          
           
             Amen
             and
             Amen
             say
             I.
             
          
        
         
           
             It
             is
             desired
             that
             the
             Knights
             and
             Burgesses
             would
             take
             especiall
             care
             to
             send
             downe
             full
             numbers
             hereof
             ,
             to
             their
             respective
             Counties
             and
             Burroughs
             ,
             for
             which
             they
             have
             served
             Apprentiship
             ,
             that
             all
             the
             people
             may
             rejoyce
             as
             one
             man
             for
             their
             freedome
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               
                 Jan
                 :
                 11th
                 1647
              
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
    

