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Which hath long time, and still appeares Unto the State's Commissioners, And puts them in their beds to feares From under.
They come, good men, imploi'd by th' State To sell the lands of Charles the late. And there they lay, and long did waite For chapmen.
You may have easy pen'worths, woods, Lands, ven'son, householdstuf, and goods, They little thought of dogs that wou'd There snap-men.
But when they'd sup'd, and fully fed, They set up remnants and to bed. Where scarce they had laid down a head To slumber,
But that their beds were heav'd on high; They thought some dog under did lie, And meant i' th' chamber (fie, fie, fie) To scumber.
Some thought the cunning cur did mean To eat their mutton (which was lean) Reserv'd for breakfast, for the men Were thrifty.
And up one rises in his shirt, Intending the slie cur to hurt, And forty thrusts made at him for't, Or fifty.
But empty came his sword again. He found he thrust but all in vain; An the mutton safe, hee went amain To's fellow.
And now (assured all was well) The bed again began to swell, The men were frighted, and did smell O' th' yellow.
From heaving, now the cloaths it pluckt The men, for feare, together stuck, And in their sweat each other duck't. They wished
A thousand times that it were day; 'Tis sure the divell! Let us pray. They pray'd amain; and, as they say, ---- ----
Approach of day did cleere the doubt, For all devotions were run out, They now waxt strong and something stout, One peaked
Under the bed, but nought was there; He view'd the chamber ev'ry where, Nothing apear'd but what, for feare. They leaked.
Their stomachs then return'd apace, They found the mutton in the place, And fell unto it with a grace. They laughed
Each at the other's pannick feare, And each his bed-fellow did jeere, And having sent for ale and beere, They quaffed.
And then abroad the summons went, Who'll buy king's-land o' th' Parliament? A paper-book contein'd t