%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> OXFORD in Mourning, / For the Loss of the Parliament. / OR, / London's loud Laughter at her late flattering her self with Excessive Trading. / A Pleasant New SONG. / Now Tapsters, Vinters, Sales-men, Taylors, all / Open their Throats, and for their losses bawl: / The Parliament is gone, their hopes now fail, / Pall'd is the Wine, and Egar grow the Ale: / Now Rooms late let for twenty Crowns a Week, / Would let for twelve-pence, but may Lodgers seek; / London Rejoyces who was sad before, And in like Coin does pay off Oxfords score. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/27/2011 30819

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R228493 6 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Digby's Farewel Digby's Farewell Digby's Farewell Packington's Pound Packington's Pound Packington's Pound LOndon now smiles to see Oxford in Tears, / Who lately derided and scoff'd at her fears; Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 384 OXFORD in Mourning, / For the Loss of the Parliament. / OR, / London's loud Laughter at her late flattering her self with Excessive Trading. / A Pleasant New SONG. / Now Tapsters, Vinters, Sales-men, Taylors, all / Open their Throats, and for their losses bawl: / The Parliament is gone, their hopes now fail, / Pall'd is the Wine, and Egar grow the Ale: / Now Rooms late let for twenty Crowns a Week, / Would let for twelve-pence, but may Lodgers seek; / London Rejoyces who was sad before, And in like Coin does pay off Oxfords score. OXFORD in Mourning, For the Loss of the Parliament. OR, London’s loud Laughter at her late flattering her self with Excessive Trading. A Pleasant New SONG. Now Tapsters, Vintners, Sales-men, Taylors, all Open their Throats, and for their losses bawl: The Parliament is gone, their hopes now fail, Pall’d is the Wine, and Egar grow the Ale: Now Rooms late let for twenty Crowns a Week, Would let for twelve-pence, but may Lodgers seek; London Rejoyces who was sad before, And in like Coin does pay off Oxfords score. OXFORD in Mourning, For the Loss of the Parliament. OR, London’s loud Laughter at her late flattering her self with Excessive Trading. A Pleasant New SONG. Now Tapsters, Vintners, Salesmen, Tailors, all Open their Throats, and for their losses bawl: The Parliament is gone, their hopes now fail, Palled is the Wine, and Eager grow the Ale: Now Rooms late let for twenty Crowns a Week, Would let for twelve pence, but may Lodgers seek; London Rejoices who was sad before, And in like Coin does pay off Oxfords score. ?-?

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LOndon now smiles to see Oxford in Tears, Who lately derided and scoffd at her fears; Thinking their joys they woud never be spent, But that always theyd last with the Parliament: But O shes mistaken, for now they are gone, And fairly have left her to grieve all alone. Now Vintners and Tapsters that hopd for such gain, By Cheating the people have cause to Complain; The Cooks that were stord with Provision, now grieve Whilst London to hear it does laugh in her sleeve: And now each fat Hostis who lives by the Sins Of those who brought many to whimper, begins.
So Dolefully Tool now the Bells that of late, With loud sounds did a pleasure to hear them create; The Inn-keepers late that so Prodigal were, Of Standings, have Horse-room enough, and to spare: Whilst London rejoyces to think of the time, When Oxford Bells jangld, and scarcely coud Chime Now Salesmen and Sempstresses homeward do pack, No more cryes the Shooe-maker, what do you lack; The Taylor by Thimble and Bodkin does Curse, And swears that his Trading could never be worse: Yet home again bare-foot poor Prick-louse must trudge, Whilst Oxford he bans, and his Labour does grudge.
The Chair-men who thought to return with a Load Of Silver to London, to store their aboad; Now homeward do foot it, though tis with much pain, And creep in their Chairs to secure them from Rain: When night does approach, there their lodging thy make For a better to purchase, no monies they take. The Coffee-men wish they at London had stayd, And not to have rambld in hopes of a Trade; Their Shops of Sedition did fail of their end, And back now their Puddle to London they send: While she does deride them, and flout them to scorn, To see their Ears hanging as if they were forlorn. Oh the Schollars now curse the gay Crack of the town, Who troopd it to Oxford to trade for a Crown; The Youngsters put in and bid money for all, But the jades were so scittich they gave them a fall: And many in watering their Nags have been burnd, The Bath were so hot ere the Stream could be turnd. Whilst Chirurgeons of all the best trading will find, For the Cracks being fled, they have left work behind: That doubtless repentance unfeigned, will cause The Gold-smiths and Drapers now stand at a pause: How in their Journey the Padders to scape, Whilst London for joy at their follies does leap. She hears the sad sounding of Oxford great Bell, Which the towns heaviness plainly do tell; How their Laughter they lately against her did vent, For injoying the Court and the Parliament: Is now turnd to weeping, and each one sits sad, To think what a loss by dissolving hes had. Remember then Oxford how London you flout, For shel be still even with you tis no doubt; Englands chief City must still bear the Bell, For near it the most part the King he will dwell: And chear her with favours, whilst Oxford sits sad, And many lament the bad trade they have had.
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