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R176700 1 To a New Play-House Tune Flatteries of Fate, The To a New Playhouse Tune 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 variation] British Library - 1872.a.1 Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 112 ENGLANDS Happine[ss] / A Hundred Years Hence. ENGLAND'S Happiness A Hundred Years Hence. ENGLAND'S Happiness A Hundred Years Hence. ?-?

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I. COme chear up your Hearts, Boys, & all hands to Work, We'll 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, Call'd 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 hush't, 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 Monthly Poll Tax, we will pay in our Turns, Count it which way you please, for our Heads or our Horns We shall see that blest Day, when we ne're shall be poor, If our Wives have not sent us To Heav'n 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 mourn'd 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 snip'd it, And o're the Herring-Pond The Wars they have whipp'd it, We shall role in Mill'd 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, Our Tinkers will 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 kind France to England her smiles shall dispen[ce] In a General Peace a Hundred Years hence. VII. In Wedding, and Bedding, and Gossping Rate[s,] Tho' we now pay for Kissing, and getting of [Brats;] Our Grandsons will lay the young Girls on the[ir 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 Paul's 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 they'll easily dispenc[e:] For Pauls will be Built in a Hundred Years hence. IX. Nay, the Bank Bills that Swagger'd so high, tho' [of late] They're Dwindled to Twenty per Centum Reba[te,] If you'll stay but awhile, and be but so Civil To wait but till Knavery Is gone to the Devil; By that time they'll hold up their Heads, and [speak sense] If you can but have Patience t' a Hundred Y[ears hence.] X. The City will then make their Orp[hans all Rich,] Have pay'd off their Bedlam-Score[, Mum-Glass and Ditch] Our Casements and Windows, that [now pay their Light;] And all to the making Our Silver more Brigh[t;] Will Crown with full Glory our Shil[lings and Pence:] For our Mint will Shine out a Hundred Years henc[e.] 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 Dra[ws,] Who faces Blood, Danger, And Death in Our Cause. Some few Months, we hope, will his warm Beam[s dispence] And our Heirs B[l]ess his Name a Hundred Years hen[ce.]
[LONDON; Printed for T. Alldridge in Southwark. 1682.]