The French Prophet.
Or, A New Touch of the Times.
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I Am an old Prophet, and newly come over,
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to tell you the Truth I was born in France,
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Last Monday was Sennight I landed at Dover,
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The Truth is the Truth, and is no Romance:
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Then chear up your Hearts, your Spirits raise,
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And remember the Nation is now in its Prime;
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Then let us be jolly, and drown Melancholly,
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I warrant, brave Boys, we have golden Times.
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When the Name of Cuckold is quite forgot,
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And Wheat shall be sold for a Groat the Coomb;
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When Drunkards forget to handle their Pot,
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And the City of London is joined to Rome:
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When Vintners neglect to use their Chalk,
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And Poets forget to make their Rhimes;
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When Pimps are all rotten, and whoring forgotten,
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Ill warrant, etc.
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When Conscience is prized more than Gold,
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And the Tower of London runs upon Wheels;
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When fractious old Women forget to scold,
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And the Monument has a fine Ring of Bells:
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When Norwich Castle goes to Christ Church,
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And all for to hear St. Peters Chimes;
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When Lovers leave lying, and Birds leave off flying,
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Ill warrant, etc.
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When Cucumbers grow upon Sycamore Trees,
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An Knavery is turnd out of Doors;
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Whe a Miss of the Town refuses a Crown,
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And Swearing and Lying are used no more;
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When a Quack doth come to visit a Whore,
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And the Kingdom of England is all of one Mind;
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When Pigs forget grunting, and Cats ride a hunting,
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Ill warrant, etc.
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When Landlords they refuse their Renfs,
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And Taylors make their Bills too short;
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When Bakers make their Bread too large;
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And are made to stand in the Pillory fort;
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When a Welshman eats no toasted Cheese;
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Ill warrant, etc.
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When Malice and Envy are laid quite aside,
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and honesty lovd by rich and poor;
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When Charitys lovd more than Pride,
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And Millers forget to take Toll any more:
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When Sailors refuse to take their Pay,
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And the Rich to the Poor grow loving and kind;
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When Women leave Washing, and Cows go a Fishing,
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Ill warrant, etc.
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When Maids chuse a single Life,
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And will not be married at twenty Years;
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When Eels have got Legs, like Shoemakers Pegs,
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And Willow Trees bear Warden Pears:
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When Sugar and Salt are both of a Taste,
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And Misers become both free and kind;
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And Candlemas falls on the Eeventh of May,
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Ill warraat, etc.
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When Houses are with Pancakes tild,
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And Vinegar runs like Water Springs;
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When Mankind are all of a Mind,
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And England is blest with a King or a Queen,
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When Cocks ride out in Boots and Spurs,
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And Mackerel are catchd without Net or Line;
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When the Cheats of the Nation are quite out of Fashion
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Ill warrant, etc.
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When Pauls Church goes for a Man of War,
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Mannd with old Women to fight for the Nation;
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When Bakers forget to gripe the Poor,
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And Whoring is clearly out of Fashion;
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When Beaus they do a hunting ride.
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And Winter is past without Frost or Rhime:
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These Things they may be, but few will them see,
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Until the Devil is grown lame and blind.
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