ENGLAND'S JOY,
For the Taking off
The Chimney-Money.
OR,
The NATIONS Hearty Thanks for their
MAJESTIES Royal Clemency.
Tune of, Hey Boys up gh we. Licensed, and Entred according to Order.
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COme, England, make a joyful Day,
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our Gracious King an Queen
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Have took the Chimney-Tax away,
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has so vexatious been:
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Collectors now must all go down,
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who were such frightful Evils,
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That one would scare a Country-Town,
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as much as twenty Devils.
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The Good old Dames when ever they
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the Chimney Man espyed;
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Unto their Nooks they'd hast away,
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their Pots, and Pipkins hide:
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But now those Bugbears are pluckt down,
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you hated thus to see;
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You now may use what e're's your own,
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from straining you are free.
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There is not one Old Dame in Ten,
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and search the Nation through;
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But when you talk of Chimney Men,
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shall spare a Curse or two:
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Let us unto our Gracious King,
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our grateful thanks repay,
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For doing such a generous thing,
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as take this Tax away.
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Now happy Times are coming on,
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let's pray that they may last;
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For now the Chimney Tax is gone,
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our cheifest care is past:
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We'll in our Country Cottage sing,
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and push the Jugg about;
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We'll drink an Health unto our King,
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till all our Liquour's out,
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No Nation e're could be more blest,
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or greater ease enjoy;
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We of those Rights are repossest,
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which Popery did destroy:
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From cares and fears we are set free,
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our King such Bounty gives;
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Each Man enjoys his Liberty,
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and like a Prince he lives.
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The Chimney-Money, which opprest
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the people that are poor;
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Such grievances are now redrest,
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and will be felt no more:
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How blest and happy is our Land,
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in such a Gracious King,
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Whose Noble Heart and Giving Hand,
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doth all these Blessings bring?
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The Country Wives now need not dear
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to bring their Pewter forth;
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Or let their shining shelves declare
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their Cleanliness and Worth:
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For Chimney Men no more will come,
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or take your Goods away;
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You safely may enjoy your home,
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there's no such Tax to pay.
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Our loving Gracious King and Queen,
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may Heaven ever bless;
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God give them both a Prosperous Reign,
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and Crown their Happiness;
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May they those Enemies destroy,
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that 'gainst them do Conspire;
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And may they here on Earth enjoy,
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all Blessings they desire.
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