THE
WELSH Fortune-Teller;
OR,
Sheffery Morgans Observation of the Stars, as he sat upon a Mountain in Wales.
To the Tune of, Touch of the Times.
Licensed according to Order.
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SInce Arrival, Proclaiming and Crowning is o're;
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And song upon song made, what wou'd you have more,
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Why yet after all, I a Prophesie bring,
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'Tis writ here in Verses for Lasses to Sing;
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And therefore come buy this new Ditty, for why,
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The truth of this Story there's none can deny;
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We see by the Stars that promotion will be,
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Extended to persons of e'ery degree.
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When we are united all over the Land,
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Resolving against all the Romans to stand,
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Under the protection of William our King,
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And pay our Allegiance in everything;
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And Protestant Boys, with a thund'ring noise;
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Has routed Tyrconnel, and all his Dear-Joys,
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Then all these three Kingdoms will flourish again,
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And we shall be blest with a prosperous Reign.
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When Lawyers at Westminter plead without Fees,
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And Travellers walk on the turbulent Seas
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Without any Vessel from Brittain to Spain,
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And when it does fair Maids and Feather-beds rain;
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When Rome and her crew, are both Loyal and true,
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And bid all their Treasons and Plottings adieu;
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I say when these wonders come truly to pass,
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The Protestants all will admire the Mass.
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When Lasses are mothers by lying alone,
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And Sheffery finds the Philosophers Stone,
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And England is wall'd round with Silver and Gold,
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When Knaves will not honest-mens Treasures with-hold
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When Fryers grow chaste, and will not embrace
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Young Ladies that comes with an amorous grace,
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To make an ingenious confession of Sin,
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Then Rome will be purer than e'er she has been.
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When every River with Brandy does run,
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And hard stony Rocks they do melt with the Sun;
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When Fishes make Honey that swims in the Seas,
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And Oranges grows upon Sycamore Trees;
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When Usurers they throw their money away,
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And then fill their Bags and their Coffers with clay;
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When this comes to pass I will make it appear,
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That Rome shall be honour[']d by Protestants here.
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When the richest Amber of pebbles is made,
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And Diamonds with Jewels for Gravel is laid,
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The City and Country Roads to repair,
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When Towers and Castles do fly in the air,
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And great Ships refrain, the vast wide Ocean main,
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And sails in the middle of Salisbury plain,
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When all these strange wonders comes fairly to pass,
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The Protestants then shall admire the Mass.
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Here is a prediction for Lasses likewise,
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The which will their longing desires suffice;
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Whenever you're merry be modest and chaste,
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And always give way to your betters in place;
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Tho' you lye alone, yet make not your moan,
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For here by the Stars it is very well known,
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If you will be thrifty and both get and safe,
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When you are all marry'd you Husbands shall have.
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