Mr. MOOR the TRIPE-MAN's
Sorrowful Lamentation
FOR
Clipping and Coyning;
With an Account of his Contrivance at his Country-House at Tripe-Hall
near Hounsloe; where, in his Garden, he had made a Trap-door, whereon grew both
Goosberry-Trees and Currant-Trees to prevent the discovery thereof, but his Tongue
afterwards made known what he had cunningly contrived; wherein was found an En-
gine or Money-Mill for Coyning, for which he was Tryed this Sessions, and found
Guilty thereof.
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To the Tune of, The Spinning-Wheel.
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AH, Woe is me that I was born,
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For I am now become the scorn
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Of all that did me once adore,
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Nay of the Rich and of the Poor:
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They all against the Tripe-Man cry,
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For Coyning he deserves to dye.
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Oh why did I for Riches crave,
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So hastily the same to have.
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Had I the Tripe-Trade only known,
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And left the Coyning-Trade alone,
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Then I no Danger should have run;
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But Coyning has me quite undone.
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It's true I did great Riches gain,
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In Grandure did my self maintain;
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Altho' I was of mean degree,
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Yet thousands did admire me:
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For gold and silver I had store,
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But now I never shall Coyn more.
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In Peters-street where I did dwell,
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My Neighbours all did know full well,
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That I had boasted many a time,
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To pave the Street with Silver Coyn;
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And oftentimes I them had told,
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My Yard too I could pave with gold.
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My Country-house I call'd Tripe-Hall,
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Which was indeed admir'd by all;
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Where once a week I still did go,
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But for what use there's none did know
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Nor had not to this day i'me sure,
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Had I not told of the Trap-door.
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Under my Garden I had made
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A Vault to keep the Coyning-Trade:
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A Trap-door in the Garden too,
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On which Currans & Goosberys grew,
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Where many Neighbours oft have been
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And yet this Trap-door ne're was seen.
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But now comes all my woe and grief,
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I'm fast in Newgate like a Thief;
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And at the Bar was fain to stand,
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For Coyning I held up my hand.
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And of th' indictment guilty found,
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Which does my Senses all confound.
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Had I the Tripe-Trade us'd alone,
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And ne're the Coyning Money known,
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Of making Guineas and Half Crowns,
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Till I was worth some thousand pounds,
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Then I from trouble had liv'd free,
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But now for Coyning I must dye.
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Now Brother Tripe-Men all take care,
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Least Riches draw you in a snare,
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I mean Clipping and Coyning too,
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As hundreds in this Town does do:
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But yet ere many years are past,
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There's few but what are caught at last.
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Now Clippers, ay, and Coyners all,
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Changers of Money, great and small,
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Leave off your Trade ere 't be too late,
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Least you all share of my hard fate
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I once thought none so safe as I,
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But now for Coyning I must dye.
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