An Invitation to Lubberland.
WITH
An Account of the great Plenty of that Fruitful Country.
There is all sorts of Fowl and Fish,
with Wine, and store of Brandy;
Ye have there what your Hearts can wish,
the Hills are Sugar-Candy.
The Tune of, Billy and Molly. Or, The Journey-man Shoe-maker.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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THere is a ship we understand,
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now riding in the river,
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Tis newly come from Lubberland,
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the like I think was never;
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You that a lazy life do love,
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Id have you now go over,
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They say the land is not above
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two thousand leagues from Dover.
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The captain and the master too,
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dos give us this relation,
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And so dos all the whole ships crew,
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concerning this strange nation.
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The streets are pavd with pudding-pies,
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nay, powderd-beef and bacon,
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They say they scorn to tell you lies:
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Who thinks it is mistaken?
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The king of knaves, and queen of sluts
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reign there in peace and quiet;
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You need not fear to starve your guts,
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there is such store of dyet:
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There may you live free from all care,
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like hogs set up a fatning,
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The garments which the people wear,
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is silver, silk, and sattin.
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The lofty buildings of this place,
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for many years have lasted,
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With nutmegs, pepper, cloves, and mace,
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the walls are there rough casted,
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In curious hasty-pudding boild,
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and most injenious carving;
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Likewise they are with pancakes tyd,
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sure, heres no fear of starving.
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The captain says, In every town,
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hot roasted pigs will meet ye,
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They in the streets run up and down,
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still crying out, Come eat me:
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Likewise he says, at eery feast,
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the very fowls and fishes,
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Nay, from the biggest to the least,
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comes tumbling to the dishes.
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The rivers run with claret fine,
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the brooks with rich canary,
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The ponds with other sorts of wine,
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to make your hearts full merry:
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Nay, more than this, you may behold,
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the fountains flows with brandy,
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The rocks are like refined gold,
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the hills are sugar-candy.
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Rose-water is the rain they have,
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which comes in pleasant showers;
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All places are adorned brave,
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with sweet and fragrant flowers.
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Hot custards grows on eery tree,
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each ditch affords rich jellies;
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Now if you will be ruld by me,
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go there and fill your bellies.
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Theres nothing there but holy-days;
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with musick out of measure;
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Who can forbear to speak the praise,
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of such a land of pleasure?
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There may you lead a lazy life,
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free from all kind of labour:
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And he that is without a wife,
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may borrow of his neighbour.
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There is no law nor lawyers fees.
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all men are free from fury,
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For eery one dos what he please,
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without a judge or jury:
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The summer-time is warm they say,
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the winters neer the colder,
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They have no landlords rent to pay,
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each man is a free-holder.
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You that are free to cross the seas,
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make no more disputation,
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In Lubberland youll live at ease,
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with pleasant recreation:
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The captain waits but for a gale
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of prosperous wind and weather,
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And then they soon will hoist up sail,
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make hast away together.
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