The Loyal Garland/Song 48
For other versions of this work, see Law lies a Bleeding.
Song. XLVIII.
The Dominion of the Sword.
A Song made in the Rebellion, &c
Lay by your pleading,
Law lies a bleeding,
Burn all your studies down, and throw away your reading,
Law lies a bleeding,
Burn all your studies down, and throw away your reading,
2. Small power the word has,
And can afford us,
Not half so much priviledge as the sword does.
And can afford us,
Not half so much priviledge as the sword does.
3. It fosters your Masters,
It plaisters Disasters,
It makes the servants quickly greater than their Masters.
It plaisters Disasters,
It makes the servants quickly greater than their Masters.
4. It venters, it enters,
It seeks and it centers,
It makes a Prentice free in spite of his Indentures.
It seeks and it centers,
It makes a Prentice free in spite of his Indentures.
5. It talks of small things,
But it sets up all things,
This masters Money, though Money masters all things.
But it sets up all things,
This masters Money, though Money masters all things.
6. It is not season,
To talk of reason,
Nor call it Loyalty, when the Sword will have it Treason.
To talk of reason,
Nor call it Loyalty, when the Sword will have it Treason.
7. It Conquers the Crown too,
The Grave and the Gown too,
First it sets up a Presbyter, and then it pulls him down too.
The Grave and the Gown too,
First it sets up a Presbyter, and then it pulls him down too.
8. This subtile Disaster,
Turns Bonnet to Beaver;
Down goes a Bishop, Sirs, and up starts a Weaver.
Turns Bonnet to Beaver;
Down goes a Bishop, Sirs, and up starts a Weaver.
9. This makes a Lay-man,
To preach and to pray man,
And this can make a Lord of him that was but a Dray-man.
To preach and to pray man,
And this can make a Lord of him that was but a Dray-man.
10. Far from the Gulpit,
Of Saxbey’s Pulpit,
This brought an Hebrew Iron-monger to the Pulpit.
Of Saxbey’s Pulpit,
This brought an Hebrew Iron-monger to the Pulpit.
11. Such pitiful things be,
More happier then Kings be,
They get the upper hand of Thimblebee & Slingsbee.
More happier then Kings be,
They get the upper hand of Thimblebee & Slingsbee.
13. No Gospel can guide it,
No Law can decide it,
In Church or State, till the Sword hath sanctifi’d it.
No Law can decide it,
In Church or State, till the Sword hath sanctifi’d it.
13. Down goes your Law-tricks,
Far from the Matricks,
Sprung holy Hewsons Power, and pull’d down St. Patricks.
Far from the Matricks,
Sprung holy Hewsons Power, and pull’d down St. Patricks.
14. This Sword it prevails too,
So highly in Wales too,
Shinkin ap Powel swears Cuts-plutter-nails, too.
So highly in Wales too,
Shinkin ap Powel swears Cuts-plutter-nails, too.
15. In Scotland this faster,
Did make such disaster,
That they sent their money back for which they sold their Master.
Did make such disaster,
That they sent their money back for which they sold their Master.
16. It batter’d their Gunkirk,
And so it did their Spainkirk,
That he is fled, and swears the Devil is in Dunkirke.
And so it did their Spainkirk,
That he is fled, and swears the Devil is in Dunkirke.
17. He that can tower,
Or he that is lower,
Would be judg’d a fool to put away his power.
Or he that is lower,
Would be judg’d a fool to put away his power.
18. Take books and rent ’um,
Who can invent ’um,
When that the Sword replies, Negatur Argumentum.
Who can invent ’um,
When that the Sword replies, Negatur Argumentum.
19. Your grand Colledge-Butlers,
Must stoop to the Sutlers,
There’s ne’re a Library like to the Cutlers.
Must stoop to the Sutlers,
There’s ne’re a Library like to the Cutlers.
20. The blood that was spilt, Sir,
Hath gain’d all the Gilt, Sir,
Thus have you seen me run my sword up to the Hilt, Sir.
Hath gain’d all the Gilt, Sir,
Thus have you seen me run my sword up to the Hilt, Sir.