THE
WORLD IS TURNED
UPSIDE DOWN.
To the Tune of, When the King enjoys his own again.
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LIsten to me and you shall hear,
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News hath not been this thousand year:
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Since Herod, Caesar, and many more,
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You never heard the like before.
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Holy-dayes are despis'd,
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New fashions are devis'd.
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Old Christmas is kickt out of Town.
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Yet let's be content, and the times lament,
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You see the world turn'd upside down.
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The wise men did rejoyce to see
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Our Saviour Christs Nativity:
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The Angels did good tidings bring,
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The Sheepheards did rejoyce and sing.
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Let all honest men,
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Take example by them.
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Why should we from good Laws be bound?
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Yet let's be content, etc.
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Command is given, we must obey,
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And quite forget old Christmas day:
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Kill a thousand men, or a Town regain,
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We will give thanks and praise amain.
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The wine pot shall clinke,
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We will feast and drinke.
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And then strange motions will abound.
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Yet let's be content, etc.
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Our Lords and Knights, and Gentry too,
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Doe mean old fashions to forgoe:
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They set a porter at the gate,
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That none must enter in thereat.
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They count it a sin,
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When poor people come in.
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Hospitality itselfe is drown'd.
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Yet let's be content, etc.
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The serving men doe sit and whine,
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And thinke it long ere dinner time:
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The Butler's still out of the way,
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Or else my Lady keeps the key,
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The poor old cook,
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In the larder doth look,
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Where is no goodness to be found,
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Yet let's be content, etc.
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To conclude, I'le tell you news that's right,
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Christmas was kil'd at Nasbie fight:
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Charity was slain at that same time,
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Jack Tell troth too, a friend of mine,
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Likewise then did die,
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Rost beef and shred pie,
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Pig, Goose and Capon no quarter found.
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Yet let's be content, and the times lament,
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You see the world is quite turn'd round.
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