%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Tradesman's Complaint / Upon the Hardness of the Times, Deadness of Trade, / and scarcity of Money. / Wherein he sighs and makes great moan, / How trading is (almost) fled and gone: / He intreats all men all men in each degree, / For help in this his want and misery. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1662-1662 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/27/2011 30928

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R228603 6 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN In Summer time, &c. In Summer Time In Summer Time, etc. Phancies Phoenix UNKNOWN Fancy's Pheonix OH where are now these golden times, / When gold was counted needless things? Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 454 The Tradesman's Complaint / Upon the Hardness of the Times, Deadness of Trade, / and scarcity of Money. / Wherein he sighs and makes great moan, / How trading is (almost) fled and gone: / He intreats all men all men in each degree, / For help in this his want and misery. The Tradesman’s Complaint Upon the Hardness of the Times, Deadness of Trade, and scarcity of Money. Wherein he sighs and makes great moan, How trading is (almost) fled and gone: He intreats all men in each degree, For help in this his want and misery. The Tradesman’s Complaint Upon the Hardness of the Times, Deadness of Trade, and scarcity of Money. Wherein he sighs and makes great moan, How trading is (almost) fled and gone: He entreats all men in each degree, For help in this his want and misery. 1662-1662 J. Conniers

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OH where are now these golden times When gold was counted needless things? None loved his Neighbour for a self end, But once and always stood his friend:But now through want times altered are, Each in himself a man of War: Trading being dead and Money scant, Is the subject of this sad Complaint. The time has been, that in this Land, A mans word was as good as his Band: The time is now as you may see, New Faith hath killd Old Honesty: There is so much hatred one toth other, That there is none that loves his brother: Oh all good Men of each degree, Learn to live in Love and Unity.
The time has been in this City round, A man might in a morning take a pound: The time is now, though ins shop he stay, Yet scarce takes twelve pence all the day: Tradings so dead, and money scant, Is subject of this sad complaint: Oh all good men of each degree, Redress our Countries misery. The times have been what tradesmen gaind, Hath decently their Charge maintaind; The time is now through trades decay, In street they beg, oh welladay! Trading is so dead, and money scant, Is subject of this sad Complaint: Oh all good men of each degree, Help to redress our misery.
THe time has been each Rich Mans door, Was seldom shut against the poor; The time is now, some wives go fine, They care not though the begger pine: Trading being dead makes times so hard, Poor people cry without regard: Oh all good men of each degree, Help to regard our misery. In elder times it was indeed, The Rich would help the poor mans need: The time is now, so themselves be servd, They care not if poor people be starvd: Trading being dead, makes times so hard, The Rich the Poor do not regard: Oh all good men of each degree, Help to redress our misery. For dearth of trade all men complain, How can poor men their Charge maintain? Hardness of times makes many rue, How can we give Ceasar his due: Moneys so scant through trades decay, Which makes poor tradesmen sigh and say; Oh all good men of each degree, Help to release our misery.
The Courtier he complains for gold; To whom the tradesmen wares hath sold, And having run so on his score, Hes forced alas to shut up door: times being so hard through trades decay, It makes poor tradesmen sign and say; Oh all good Men of each degree, Help us in our necessity. The poor Country-Man he doth complain, Of the loss of his Cattle and Grain, Rents being so dear, and Money scant, Makes him mourn forth this sad complaint: Which makes him sigh and make great moan, Whose grief would melt a heart of stone: Oh all good men of each degree, Help, help, us in our poverty. That trade may fleurish here again, That plenty may amongst us raign, That great mens charity may show, And pay poor men what they do owe:It is my prayer, and let all men, To this Petition, say, Amen: Oh all good men of each degree, Learn to live in Love and Unity.
FINIS. Printed for J. Conniers, neer the Marshalses in Southwark.