Good News for England, Or,
The Worst is past.
Impossible things you never will see
This I declare to you,
When these things appear to be
You'l find my lines are true.
The Tune of the Woody Querristers, Or Covetousness out of England shall run.
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COme listen to me and I will declare
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a story as true as you ever did hear,
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I merry will be while my money doth last
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and only will shew that the worst is past.
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When the Monument melts by the heat of the Sun
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and men without legs Foot-races shall run
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When fruit-trees no more shall meet with a blast,
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Then you may be sure the worst is past.
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When Beggar-men they are chosen for Sheriffs
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and Taylors forswear ever playing the Thieves
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When brokers shall turn honest men at the last
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Then you may be sure the worst is past.
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When women shall know how to govern their Tongues
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and the poor no more shall receive any wrongs
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When Thieves at the Gallows are all tyed up fast,
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Souldiers no more to the Warrs they shall go
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nor Waterman on the River shall row
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When Debtors no more into prison are cast,
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Misers shall throw away Silver and Gold
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and impudent Whores no longer be bold
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When Pick-pockets prove honest men at the last
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Tally-men they for no profit shall sell
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and sick shall be stronger than those that are well
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Then Lawyers shall plead without Fees at the last
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Atheists shall go to Church for Devotion
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and drunkards for greediness drink up the Ocean
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When the Fish shall forsake the Fresh-rivers at last,
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Phoebus and Luna no longer shall shine
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and the Clouds they drop down great showers of wine.
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When Seamen shall fear e'ry pittiful blast,
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Maidens for sweet-hearts no longer shall pine
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and the Turk & the Christian together shall joyn
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When the Tyde o're the Monument shall run at last
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Then you may be, etc.
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When blind-Men shall go to look on the tombs
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and Aldermen cry will you buy any Brooms,
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When Ships they shall sail without ere a Mast,
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Swallows shall breed in the midst of December
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and a Usurer's Conscience grows soft & Tender
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When Milers shall take no tole at the last
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Sack shall be sold for a penny a quart
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and Vintners refuse to take any thing for't,
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When women's crape Gowns for a hundred year last
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Then you may be, etc.
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When in Morefields and Fleetstreet there is not a Whore
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and Cuckolds in England there shall be no more,
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When hungry men shall desire for to fast,
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Butchers shall trade without selling of meat
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and couzening Gamesters no more shall cheat
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When Belmen shall turn all poets at last
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Then you may be, etc.
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Then cunning Solicitors just you shall find
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and all the whole world shall be of one mind
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When highway-men they to be hang'd shall make hast
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Shop-keepers deal without telling of lyes
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and Jessebels never appear in disguise
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When Bells without mettle are known to be cast,
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Farmers shall live without sowing of Corn
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& wedding Gold rings be made of green horn
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When Whores draw carts as they did in times past
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Then you may be, etc.
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When Traitors shall all their own Treasons confess
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then God for a certain this Nation will bless
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When Jack-Ketch shall grieve for the men he hang'd last
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Then you may be, etc.
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And when all these things you do perfectly see
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I hope you will not be forgetful of me
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But then will conclude I spoke truth at the last
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And so may conclude that the worst it is past.
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