EBBA 30990
British Library - Roxburghe
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A Dialogue between an
Englishman and a Spaniard.
A new Song
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A Cheshire man sail'd into Spain,
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There to trade for merchandise;
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When he returned there again,
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A Spaniard by chance he espies.
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He said, You English rogue look here,
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What fruits and spices fine,
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Our land produces twice a year,
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Thou hast not the like in thine.
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The Cheshire man ran to his hold,
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And thence fetch'd out a Cheshire cheese
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And said, You Spanish rogue look here,
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We can produce such fruits as these.
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Your fruits are ripe but twice a year,
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As you yourself did say;
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But such as I present you here,
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Our land produces twice a day.
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What signifies your Cheshire cheese,
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That you do boast so fine;
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It don't my dainty palate please,
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So well as our country wine.
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Your wine makes drunken Knaves and fools,
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Likewise does many ills;
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And of mankind it maketh slaves,
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But mine doth the belly fill.
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So to conclude and end my song,
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I would have them pay the gold,
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Which they have robb'd us of so long,
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Like knavish rogues and villains bold.
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For while we here do rest at ease,
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The Spaniards take a mighty power,
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To make our Englishmen their slaves,
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And use them basely every hour.
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