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R229225 1 Old Simon the King Old Simon the King Old Simon the King THe Golden Age is come, / The Winter storms are gone, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 79 Sung before his Majesty at NEW-MARKET. Sung before his Majesty at NEW-MARKET. ?-?

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THe Golden age is come, The Winter storms are gone, The Flowers do spread and bloom, And smile to see the Sun, Who daily gilds each Grove, and calms the angry Seas, Dame Nature seems in Love, and all the World's at ease; You Rogue go saddle Ball, I'll to New-market scour, You never mind when I call, I should have been there this hour, For there is all Sporting and Game, Without any Plotting of State; From Whigs, and another such Sham, Deliver Us, Deliver Us; O Fate! Let's be to each other a Prey, To be cheated be ev'ry ones Lot, Or chous'd any sort of a way, But by another Damn'd PLOT. Let Cullies that loose at the Race, Go venture at Hazard, and win, And He that is bubbl'd at Dice, Recover't at Cocking again: Let Jades that are Founder'd be bought, Let Jockies play Crimp to make sport, For 'Faith it was strange methought, To see Tinker beat the Court. [2] Each corner of the Town, Rings with perpetual Noise, The Oyster-bawling Clown, Joyns with hot Pudding-pies, And both in Consort keep, To Vend their stinking Ware, The drowzy God of Sleep Hath no Dominion there: Hey Boys! the Jockeys Roar, If the Mare and the Gelding run, I'll hold ye Five Guineys to Four, He beats her, and gives half a stone. God D---me quoth Bully, done, Or else I'm a son of a Whore,
And fain would I meet with the Man, Would offer it, would offer it once more See, see the damn'd Fate of the Town! A Fop that was starving of late, And scarce cou'd borrow a Crown, Puts in to run for the Plate: Another makes chousing a Trade, and dreams of his Projects to come, And many a Crimp-Match has made, By bribing another mans Groom. The Towns-men are Whiggish G. rot'em, Their Hearts are but Loyal by Fits; For should you search to the bottom, They're as nasty as their Streets. [3] But now all Hearts beware, See, see on yonder Downs, Beauty now Tryumphs there, And at this distance wounds: In the Amazonian Wars, Thus all the Virgins shone, And, like the glittering Stars, Paid Homage to the Moon. Love proves a Tyrant now, and there doth proudly dwell, For each stubborn Heart must bow, He has found a new way to kill: For ne're was invented before, such Charms of additional Grace, Nor has Divine Beauty such Pow'r, In ev'ry, in ev'ry fair Face. Ods bud, cries my Country-man John, Was ever the like before seen? By Hats and by Feather they've on, I'se took them all for Men: Embroider'd, and Fine as the Sun, Their Horses and Trappings of Gold Such a sight I shall ne're see again, If I live to a hundred years old. This, this is the Countreys discourse, All wondring at this rare sight; Then Roger go saddle my Horse, For I will be there to Night.
Printed Anno Domini, 1684.