PECUNIA's Departure:
OR, A
Hue and Cry after Madam Money,
With a considerable Reward for those that can bring Her
to our full Satisfaction. Tune of, The Scotch Hay-makers.
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WE have lost a Lady belov'd of Rich and Poor,
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And great has been her power this potent Land all o're;
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But, alas! she's fled away, therefore now this very day,
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Quite through the Nation, lamentation threatens our decay:
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If you would know what her name is call'd,
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'Tis Madam Money, whom many thousands have extall'd:
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O yes, O yes, I cry, tell me you Standers by,
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If Madam Money, Madam Money, you of late did spy.
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She has conquer'd Kingdoms and many Sieges form'd,
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And many Castles taken, with Cities never storm'd,
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Having batter'd fenced Walls, more than roaring Cannon-balls;
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Old Lewis ever does indeavour, still by golden Calls,
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To conquer more then he could by strength,
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Yet she is gone we fear from the needy World at length:
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O yes, O yes, I cry, tell me you Standers by
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If Madam Money, Madam Money, you of late did spy.
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She has been admir'd more than a charming Saint,
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Therefore since she's withdrawn you may hear a sad Complaint,
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From the Courtier to the Clown, as we travel up and down,
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Both weeping, whining, sighing, pyning, many others frown,
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Crying, They never shall find her more,
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Whose sweet and pleasant Charms like an Idol they adore:
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O yes, O yes, I cry, tell me you Standers by
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If Madam Money, Madam Money, you of late did spy.
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Let us but consider she was a loving Mate,
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And then we must acknowledge the loss of her is great,
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For I'd have you understand, we might travel through the Land
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With her about us, none would flout us, all things at command
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Strait would be brought for her sake alone,
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But now she's gone, alas! and for her we make our moan:
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O yes, O yes, I cry, tell me you Standers by,
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If Madam Money, etc.
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She has cloth'd the naked in time of sad distress,
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And been a daily Friend to the Poor and Fatherless,
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And a very potent Aid to the great affairs of Trade,
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Without the Penny there's not any can be happy made;
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Therefore to find out our loving Friend,
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A speedy hue and cry through the Nation now we send:
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O yes, O yes, I cry, tell me you Standers by
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If Madam Money, etc.
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Farmers they have wanted her loving company,
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Likewise the wealthy Grasier to yield a fresh supply;
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But alas, alas, in vain they may bitterly complain,
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That she has left them, and bereft them, of their former gain;
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Men are unwilling their Debts to pay,
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They cry, They have no Coin, therefore they must longer stay:
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O yes, O yes, I cry, tell me you Standers by
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If Madam Money, etc.
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We have search'd the City with more then common care,
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The Misers Bags and Coffers, but could not find her there,
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Where herself she us'd to hide, then the Misers wept and cry'd,
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She is departed broken-hearted, we must still abide
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Till she returns for to make us glad,
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Without her Company there's to pleasure to be had:
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O yes, O yes, I cry, tell me you Standers by
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If Madam Money, Madam Money, you of late did spy.
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