The New and True
Touch of the Times:
OR,
No Jest like a True Jest.
To an excellent new Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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THe Poor of this Kingdom such Times never knew,
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For the Mony's so bad they look pitiful blew,
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They do hang down their Heads, and do make a sad moan,
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Declaring such times before never was known;
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If the Times don't amend we distracted shall run,
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For there thousands are ruin'd and clearly undone.
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For in Country and Town the Trading's so bad,
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There is little good Mony these times to be had;
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When some Mony we have, we cannot lay it out,
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If that we do go the whole Town round about,
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This makes us to weep and make pitiful moan,
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For when we have got Mony, as good we had none
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The poor Man that worketh a long Summer's day,
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Must take a small Shilling at night for his Pay;
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Then he gives it his Wife some Meat for to buy,
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And away to the Butcher's the Woman do hie;
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But the Butcher replied, when the Mony he see,
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The Grasier will not take such Mony of me.
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Then strait to the Baker's this Woman may hie,
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Some Bread for her Family thinking to buy;
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When she shows him the Mony the Baker will frown,
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And churlishly speak, saying, Set my Bread down;
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Thus poor People, with Care, are incumbred here,
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For the Times they are hard, and all things are dear.
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There is many Shop-keepers in Country and Town,
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Through the badness of Mony has laid their Trade down,
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And many Inn-keepers left drawing of Beer,
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And Chapmen has left off their Trading this Year;
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For there's none of them all but will tell unto you,
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But the Mony's so bad they have nothing to do.
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There is many brave Gentlemen live in the West,
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That relieveth the Poor as the Truth is exprest,
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They do let them have Mony their Wants to supply,
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Or else in some places they may starve and dye;
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So these brave noble Men gain'd the Prayers of the Poor,
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Who relieved so many poor Souls at their door.
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God bless good King William, who took all this Care
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For to alter the Coin, which will be most rare;
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'Twill be satisfaction all over the Land,
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Although that the Trading is still at a stand:
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I hope in this Land Trade will flourish amain,
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Then God send King William from Flanders again.
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Then chear up good People in Country and Town,
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And don't let your Courage at all be cast down,
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For Mony will be plenty in short time you shall see,
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Then where will there be such a Kingdom as we?
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When Mony grows plenty, then that will be rare,
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Then the Times will be as good as ever they were.
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