Hey, Then, Up Go We |
Know this, my brethren, heaven is clear, And all the clouds are gone; The righteous man shall flourish now, Good days are coming on. Then come, my brethren, and be glad, And eke rejoyce with me; Lawn sleeves and rochets shall go down, And hey, then, up go we.
2. We'll break the windows which the whore
3. Whate'er the Popish hands have built
4. We'll put down Universities, | 5. We'll down with deans and prebends, too, And I rejoyce to tell ye We then shall get our fill of pig, And capons for the belly. We'll burn the Fathers' weighty tomes, And make the School-men flee; We'll down with all that smells of wit, And hey, then, up go we.
6. If once the Antichristian crew
7. The name of lords shall be abhorr'd,
8. What though the King and Parliament |
9. What should we do, then, in this case? Let's put it to a venture; If that we hold out seven years' space We'll sue out our indenture. A time may come to make us rue, And time may set us free, Except the gallows claim his due, And hey, then, up go we. |
This song, says Mr. Chappell, in his Popular Music of the Olden Time, which describes with some humour the taste of the Puritans, might pass for a Puritan song, if it were not contained in the "Shepherds' Oracles," by Francis Quarles, 1646. He was cup-bearer to Elizabeth, Queen of Bohemia, daughter of James I., and afterwards chronologer to the city of London. | He died in 1644, and his Shepherds' Oracles were a posthumous publication. It was often reprinted during the Restoration, and reproduced and slightly altered by Thomas Durfey, in his "Pills to Purge Melancholy," where the burthen is, "Hey, boys, up go we." |