own with Deans and Prebends, too;
But I rejoyce to tell ye
How then we will eat Pig our fill,
And Capon by the belly:
Wee'l burn the Fathers witty Tomes,
And make the Schoolmen flee;
Wee'l down with all that smels of wit;
And, hey! then up goe we.

If once that Antichristian crew
Be crusht and overthrown,
Wee'l teach the Nobles how to crouch,
And keep the Gentry down:
Good manners have an evil report,
And turn to pride we see:
Wee'l, therefore, cry good manners down;
And, hey! then up goe we.

The name of Lord shall be abhor'd;
For every man's a brother:
No reason why, in Church or State,
One man should rule another.
But, when the change of Government
Shall set our fingers free,
Wee'l make the wanton Sisters stoop:
And, hey! then up goe we.

Our Coblers shall translate their soules
From Caves obscure and shady;
Wee' make Tom T---- as good as my Lord,
And Joan as good as my Lady.
Wee'l crush and fling the marriage Ring
Into the Romane See;
Wee'l ask no bans, but even clap hands;
And, hey! then up goe we.

By "Barow," named in the second stanza, is intended, no doubt, Henry
Barrow, the Nonconformist enthusiast who was executed at Tyburn in
1592. A follower of Robert Browne, founder of the Brownists, whence
sprang the sect of Independents, he brought upon himself, by his zeal
and imprudence, a vengeance which his wary leader contrived to evade.
Browne himself is alluded to punningly in _The Shepheards Oracles_,
where Philorthus, at sight of Anarchus approaching, asks whether he is
"in a Browne study." Anarchus replies:

"Man, if thou be'st a Babe of Grace,
And of an holy Seed,
I will reply incontinent,
And in my words proceed;
But, if thou art a child of wrath,
And lewd in conversation,
I will not, then, converse with thee,
Nor hold communication."

Philorthus rejoins, referring by his "we all three" to Philarchus,
with whom he had just been conversing:

"I trust, Anarchus, we all three inherit
The selfe same gifts, and share the selfe same Spirit."

Then follow the stanzas which I have first quoted. There is certainly
ground to surmise that Lord Macaulay had in mind what I have called
"The Lay of the Leveler" when in 1820 he wrote "A Radical War-song."
In support of this opinion, I subjoin, for comparison, its last stanza
but one:

Down with your sheriffs and your mayors,