Mr. MOOR the TRIPE-MAN's
Sorrowful Lamentation
FOR
Clipping and Coyning:
With an Account of his Contrivance at his Countrey-H [ous ]e at Tripe-Hall near Hounsloe; where, in hii Ga [r ]den he had made a Tr [ap ]-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 M oney-M ill for Coyping, for which he was Tryed this Sessions, and found
Guilty thereof.
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 crnve,
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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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B ut 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 admired by all;
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Where once a Week I still did go,
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B ut for what use there's did know ;
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Nor had not to this Dap 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 Currants and Goosberys grew
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Where many Neighbours oft have been
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A nd yet this Trap-door ne'er was seen .
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B ut now comes all my woe and grief ,
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I'm fast in Newgate like a Thief;
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A nd at the Bar was fain to stand,
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For Coyning I held up my hand.
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A nd 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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A nd nere 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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B ut now for Coyning I must Dye.
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Now B rother 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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A s hundreds in this Town does do:
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B ut 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 M oney great and small,
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Leave off your Trade ere't be too late,
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Leest you all share of my hard fate:
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I once thought none so great as I,
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B ut now for Coyning I must Die
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