The Hubble Bubbles A Ballad by Mr D'urfey. to the tune of
O'er the Hills and far away. within Compass of the flute.
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YE Circum and Uncircumcis'd,
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come hear my Song and be advis'd,
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Sell all your Lands, sell all your Flocks,
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and put your money in the Stocks,
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hubble bubble, bubble hubble now's in play,
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come buy our hubble bubbles whilst you may,
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for there's hubble bubble, bubble hubble night and day,
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at Jonathan's and Garraway.
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Ye Scotchmen who love Laws so well,
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Ye Irish who have Bulls to sell,
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Ye Hollanders come here and Buy,
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For there's Guelt got by this Alley,
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Hubble bubble, bubble hubble Low and High,
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Come all away to Change Alley,
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Come ye hubble bubbles o'er the Hills & far away,
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To Jonathans etc:
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Now purchase in if you be wise,
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For Stocks will either fall or rise,
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And how can Stocks be at a stay,
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Since Time and Riches fly away,
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Hubble bubbles, bubble hubble come away,
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Let every hubble bubble have his day,
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For there's spick & span new hubble bubbles for your pay,
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At Jonathan's etc:
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Come all who would by fishing gain,
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Venture like Gamesters on the main,
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What e'er you loose Projectors get,
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For you're the Gudgeons in the Net,
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Hubble bubble etc:
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Come all who would large gain secure,
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Our Ships upon the Sea insure,
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And those the surest gain must find,
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Who trust the faithless Sea and Wind,
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Hubble bubble etc:
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Ye privy Councellors draw nigh,
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Come ease yourselves of your money,
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Here Cent for Cent is money told,
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For all Gold finders must find Gold,
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Hubble bubble etc:
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Project for
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emptying
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necessary
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houses
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Come all ye Nymphs of gay desire,
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Insure your house, and selves from fire,
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A house insur'd brings better Rent,
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Come then insure your Tenement,
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Hubble bubble etc:
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Italian Songsters come away,
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Our Gentry will the Piper pay,
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Come hasten here for before 'tis long,
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Opera Stock will be sold for a song,
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Hubble bubble etc:
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A Bubble is blown up with Air,
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In which fine Prospects do appear,
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The Bubble breaks the Prospect's lost,
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Yet must some Bubble pay the cost,
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Hubble bubble, bubble hubble all is smoak,
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Bubble hubble, hubble bubble all is broke,
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Farewell your Woods, your Houses, Lands,
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Your Pastures and your Flocks,
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For now you have nought but yourselves in the Stocks.
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