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T40214 I Am an old Prophet, and newly come over, / to tell you the Truth I was born in France, I warrant, brave Boys, we have golden Times. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 481 The French Prophet. / Or, A New Touch of the Times. The French Prophet. Or, A New Touch of the Times. The French Prophet. Or, A New Touch of the Times. ?-?

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I Am an old Prophet, and newly come over, to tell you the Truth I was born in France, Last Monday was Sennight I landed at Dover, The Truth is the Truth, and is no Romance: Then chear up your Hearts, your Spirits raise, And remember the Nation is now in its Prime; Then let us be jolly, and drown Melancholly, I warrant, brave Boys, we have golden Times. When the Name of Cuckold is quite forgot, And Wheat shall be sold for a Groat the Coomb; When Drunkards forget to handle their Pot, And the City of London is joined to Rome: When Vintners neglect to use their Chalk, And Poets forget to make their Rhimes; When Pimps are all rotten, and whoring forgotten, Ill warrant, etc. When Conscience is prized more than Gold, And the Tower of London runs upon Wheels; When fractious old Women forget to scold, And the Monument has a fine Ring of Bells: When Norwich Castle goes to Christ Church, And all for to hear St. Peters Chimes; When Lovers leave lying, and Birds leave off flying, Ill warrant, etc. When Cucumbers grow upon Sycamore Trees, An Knavery is turnd out of Doors; Whe a Miss of the Town refuses a Crown, And Swearing and Lying are used no more; When a Quack doth come to visit a Whore, And the Kingdom of England is all of one Mind; When Pigs forget grunting, and Cats ride a hunting, Ill warrant, etc. When Landlords they refuse their Renfs, And Taylors make their Bills too short; When Bakers make their Bread too large; And are made to stand in the Pillory fort; When a Welshman eats no toasted Cheese; Ill warrant, etc. When Malice and Envy are laid quite aside, and honesty lovd by rich and poor; When Charitys lovd more than Pride, And Millers forget to take Toll any more: When Sailors refuse to take their Pay, And the Rich to the Poor grow loving and kind; When Women leave Washing, and Cows go a Fishing, Ill warrant, etc. When Maids chuse a single Life, And will not be married at twenty Years; When Eels have got Legs, like Shoemakers Pegs, And Willow Trees bear Warden Pears: When Sugar and Salt are both of a Taste, And Misers become both free and kind; And Candlemas falls on the Eeventh of May, Ill warraat, etc. When Houses are with Pancakes tild, And Vinegar runs like Water Springs; When Mankind are all of a Mind, And England is blest with a King or a Queen, When Cocks ride out in Boots and Spurs, And Mackerel are catchd without Net or Line; When the Cheats of the Nation are quite out of Fashion Ill warrant, etc. When Pauls Church goes for a Man of War, Mannd with old Women to fight for the Nation; When Bakers forget to gripe the Poor, And Whoring is clearly out of Fashion; When Beaus they do a hunting ride. And Winter is past without Frost or Rhime: These Things they may be, but few will them see, Until the Devil is grown lame and blind.