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R34077 COme chear up your Hearts, Boys, & all hands to Work, / We'll be Happy and Blest, spight of Devil and Turk; Those Blest Days will be Ours all a Hundred Years hence. [with variations] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 29511 The True English Prophet: / OR, / ENGLANDS Happiness / A Hundred Years Hence. The True English Prophet: OR, ENGLANDS Happiness A Hundred Years Hence. The True English Prophet: OR, ENGLAND'S Happiness A Hundred Years Hence. 1697-1697 T. Alldridge

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I. COme chear up your Hearts, Boys, & all hands to Work, Well be Happy and Blest, spight of Devil and Turk; Our Land you must know, we shall one day see flow With that dear Milk and Honey, Calld Plenty and Money, If we can but a little with Patience dispence, Those Blest Days will be Ours all a Hundred Years hence. II. By that time our Foes will be all Dead and Rotten, Our Quarrels all husht, and our Troubles forgotten; His Gout, Stone and Pox, will have then done the work Of Europes Old Blood-hound, The most Christian Turk: For Lucifer waits his New Reign to Commence, And all long before a Hundred Years hence. III. Our Taxes well heartily pay in our Turns, Count it which way you please, for our Heads or our Horns We shall see that blest Day, when we nere shall be poor, If our Wives have not sent us To Heavn long before. Peace, Blessing, and Plenty, their Smiles will dispence At furthest within one poor Hundred Years hence. IV. And what, tho thus long we have mournd the sad wants Of a Glass of good Bourdeaux, and Cup of fine Nants, We then shall have Wine, and Brandy most certain, A Quart for a Shilling, And Two-pence a Quartern; For the Generous French will that Favour dispence, If we happen to live but a Hundred Years hence. V. Tis true, no great store of Coin we can boast, Our Wealth and our Silver, alas, are Rid Post; But what, though the Clippers and Coiners have snipd it, And ore the Herring-Pond The Wars they have whippd it, We shall role in Milld Crowns, Pounds, Shillings & Pence, If we live and do well but a Hundred Years hence. VI. In a Hundred Years time, how the World we shall settle, We shall certainly then have quite mended our Kettle, Our Disputes and our Titles, will then be Adjusted,
And Monsieur by that time Perhaps may be trusted: Then England to France her smiles shall dispence In a General Peace a Hundred Years hence. VII. In Wedding, and Bedding, and Gossiping Rates. Tho we now pay for Kissing, and getting of Brats; Our Grandsons will lay the young Girls on their Backs In the fear of the Lord, And without fear of Tax; Without Socket-Money, or Christning Expence, Take up the Smock Cheaper a Hundred Years hence. VIII. And what tho our Citizens, honest good People, In hopes of a New, and a swinging Pauls Steeple, Stand Gaping to see it Rise higher and higher; Whilst we Raise by our Coals What we Lost by our Fire, With that small yearly Rent theyll easily dispence: For Pauls will be Built in a Hundred Years hence. IX. Nay, the Bank Bills that Swaggerd so high, tho of late Theyre Dwindled to Twenty per Centum Rebate, If youll stay but a while, and be but so Civil To wait but till Knavery Is gone to the Devil; By that time theyll hold up their Heads, and speak sen[se] If you can but have Patience t a Hundred Years hence. X. The City will then make their Orphans all Rich, Have payd off their Bedlam-Score, Mum-Glass and Ditc[h] Our Casements and Windows, that now pay their Light; And all to the making Our Silver more Bright; Will Crown with full Glory our Shillings and Pence: For our Mint will Shine out a Hundred Years hence. XI. But now, without Rallying or Joque, lets agree, To pay our Great Caesar our Hand, Heart and Knee; The Heroe, whose Sword for our Liberty Draws, Who faces Blood, Danger, And Death in Our Cause; Some few Months, we hope, will his warm Beams dispe[nse] And our Heirs Bless his Name a Hundred Years hence.
LONDON; Printed for T. Alldridge in Southwark. 1697.