The Royal Regulation:
OR, THE
King and Parliaments industrious Care in Regulating the State
of the Coin of this Kingdom, for the Ease and Happiness of all loyal and
loving Subjects. To the Tune of, The Evening Ramble, etc.
Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order.
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YOu Merchants, rich farmers and Grasiers,
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and all other Dealers beside,
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Be pleas'd to draw near, good news you shall hear,
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so that you may be satisfy'd,
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The Mony that's Clipp'd will go down,
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in Country, City and Town,
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The sweet Regulation quite thorough the Nation,
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appointed is now by the Crown:
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Coin-clippers are ruin'd we well understand,
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While we shall enjoy a sweet flourishing Land.
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Th[e]re has been a dreadful Confusion,
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amongst loving Subjects of late,
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The Coin being base, it prov'd a disgrace
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to this our true Protestant State;
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For Villains the were not afraid,
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but Burmigem Mony they made,
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Which treacherous Action, caus'd such a Distraction,
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it almost had ruin'd our Trade:
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But now 'tis redress'd, as we well understand,
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It is the best Deed could be done in the Land.
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The King he was graciously pleased
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to call in the Mony with care,
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Our Wrongs to redress, yet, nevertheless,
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such grumbling Subjects we are,
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That some was unwilling to wait,
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to see a rich flourishing State;
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But this undertaking of new Mony making,
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dear Friends, I must tell you is great:
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Yet when 'tis compleated you will understand,
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It was the best Deed could be done in the Land.
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Consider the Crosses and Troubles,
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which every Man has been in,
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This many a day, and then you will say
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'twas absolute time to begin;
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The publick Wrongs to redress,
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which did the whole Kingdom oppress;
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Remember the Swearing, the raving and tearing,
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then, then you will surely confess,
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That the Regulation which now is in hand,
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Will be a great Comfort and Joy to the Land.
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When poor Men had taken their Wages,
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for which they had labour'd with care,
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To Market they'd hey, Provision to buy,
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and may be when as they come there,
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Their Mony for food would not pass,
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'twas either Clipp'd, Burmige or Brass,
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Then have they lamented, and been discontented,
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for these was sharp Sorrows alas:
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The King he has taken this matter in and,
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It is the best Deed could be done in the Land.
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The Parliament they have invented,
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a method to mark the broad Coin,
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That Clippers no more, may spoil as before
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our Mony so noble and fine;
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Their Calling is quite at an end,
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for if they presume to offend,
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By covetuous Clipping, nay, Filing and Snipping,
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it shall not pass to any Friend:
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This new Regulation I well understand
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To be the best Deed could be done in the Land.
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Now nothing but broad and mill'd Mony,
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amongst us for currant shall go,
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Which delicate sight, will fill with delight:
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the hearts of true Subjects I know,
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Which long has been vexed full sore,
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through our Native Kingdom all o'er;
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But now ti is ended, we shall be offended
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with Burmigem Mony no more:
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This new Regulation I well understand
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To be the best Deed could be done in the Land.
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Let none in the Nation be daunted,
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chear up with a general joy
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Great William our King, in every thing,
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he studies our Griefs to destroy,
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His Soverant Love is well known,
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for as he look'd down from the Throne,
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He see the whole Nation in sad Desolation,
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and pity'd our sorrowful Moan:
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And therefore the cause he did soon take in hand
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To make us a happy and flourishing Land.
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