%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Englands Present State./ Poor England now is sore opprest,/ The more it is the pitty,/ But God preserve our Soveraign King,/ And eke preserve the City. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1681-1684 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/26/2007 21667

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2.10 R234237 1 Old England'ss now grown New Greensleeves Old England is Now Grown New POor England the world at thee doth admire,/ To see that thy enemies still do conspire, Oh are not these times grown strange, grown strange / Oh are not these times grown strange. [with variation in final stanza] uneven inking, imprint: Printed for/ J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Tha[c]kery: T. Passenger Pepys 2.10 Rollins (1) III:161-164; Wing E3018[A]. Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 10 Englands Present State./ Poor England now is sore opprest,/ The more it is the pitty,/ But God preserve our Soveraign King,/ And eke preserve the City. Englands Present State. Poor England now is sore opprest, The more it is the pitty, But God preserve our Soveraign King, And eke preserve the City. England's Present State. Poor England Now Is Sorely Oppressed, the More It Is the Pity, but God Preserve Our Sovereign King, and Also Preserve the City. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 200 x 293 uneven inking cast fleurons 1681-1684 Printed for/ J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery: T. Passinger J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, T. Passinger Rollins; Blagden

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P Oor England the world at thee doth admire, To see that thy enemies still do conspire, They still seek thy ruine by Sword and by Fire; Oh are not these times grown strange, grown strange Oh are not these times grown strange . Thou once wer't as happy as some of the rest, Thy happiness now bloody Villains infest, But they for their tricks can never be blest: Oh are not these times grown strange, etc. Instead of good Trading now Plots they devise, They are fill'd up with Shams and composed of lyes They do wickedness love, and all goodness despise, Oh are not these times grown strange , etc.
Now where is the Gold that once plenty was here We instead of Estates are now filled with fear, Of losing our Lives and all that is dear; Oh are not the times grown strange, grown strange Oh are not these times grown strange . Now where's the brave fellows that frighted the French And made him appear like a pittiful Prince, Now he's a brave fellow that's best at a Wench, Oh are not these times grown strange, etc. In times that are past men that had estates Kept brave open houses, now Porters at gates, And spend all on Misses, & Whigs, for their pates, Oh are not these times grown strange, etc.
Some men have complained they money did want, But honesty now I do find is more scant, He's a fool counted that can't damn him and rant, Oh are not the times grown strange, grown strange Oh are not these times grown strange. Now all civil dresses are quite laid aside, And never were men so addicted to Pride, Now every Jack wears a Sword by his side, Oh are not these times grown strange, etc, There's nothing gentle that now comes in fashion, Except it be used first in the French Nation, For we must be sure of Mounsieurs Approbation, Oh are not these times grown strange, etc. Now Loyalty too much is kick'd out of door, And none more esteem'd than proud Babylons whore Still hoping to bring England lower and lower, Oh are not these times grown strange, etc. And plotting of Treasons are some mens delight Who in deeds of darkness do take their delight, They'l pleasure the Devil to show their despite, Oh are not these times grown strange, etc. To charge honest men of their hatching of Treason I fear will a fashion be in a short season, Tho what is alledg'd is against sence and reason. Oh is not these times grown strange , etc. False-swearing is now too common a thing, Of some bloody swearers all England doth ring, And yet they pretend they are true to the King, Oh are not these times grown strange, etc, He that loves the King well doth his Subjects love too Believe what I say for I'm sure it is true, But beware of the blades that bid Conscience adieu, Oh are not these times grown strange , etc. The Whigs and the Tories each other asperse, I blush when such foolish things I do rehearse; The like was ne'r yet in the whole Universe, Oh are not these times grown strange , etc. And now to conclude I wish all to agree, If so; there would none be more happy than we, God himself doth delight in love and unity, Oh this same is true and not strange, not strange, Oh this same is true and not strange .
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