[The First Part.]
F.H. van. Hove. sculp[tor.]
To the Tune of Lilli Bullero.
The First Part
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(1.)
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COme all that wish well, to th' Land where we dwell,
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With Wool and Silk-workers, sing and rejoice;
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While those [ma]y be sad, who have ruin'd our Trade,
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With Thanks and great Praise let's lift up our Voice;
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Our Voices let's raise, to th' wonderful Praise
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Of William our King, for his Royal Consent
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To this Happy Thing, for which we now sing
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Praise God and our King, and our good Parliament.
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(2.)
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Let Hatters and Drapers, so down to Shooe-makers,
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With all who sell Drink, or Provisions vend,
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With Plowmen and Sailors, and all (except Goalers,
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Or East-India Traders,) Their Thanks to Heaven send;
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For Passing this Bill, their Pockets will fill,
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And Tenants will better pay Landlords their Rent;
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Therefore let them sing, with us in this Ring,
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Great Praise to our King, etc.
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(3.)
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Ah, how many Years, have we been in Tears,
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Greatly lamenting our Sorrowful State,
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While th' East India-Trade, great Spoil on us made,
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And by our Undoing grew wond'rous Great:
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But now God be prais'd, we may see good Days;
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Our Ruine we hope this Bill will prevent:
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And therefore we sing, for this Happy Thing,
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Great Praise to our King, etc.
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(4.)
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This Nation now see, what great Misery
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Is coming on them by this India-Trade;
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That Two Millions's sent, in Two Years to be spent,
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Which make our wise Senators strangely affraid,
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Lest what they're doing, prove this Kingdom's Ruine,
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Which Mischief this Bill is design'd to prevent:
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For which we now sing, Hi ding a ding ding,
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Great Praise to our King, etc.
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(5.)
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For this Bill be'ng past, they'll not send so fast,
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Which Coin will increase, and encourage our Trade:
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In Gratitude bound, we'll always be found,
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To defend their just Rights 'gainst those that invade;
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And from our good Prince, let ne'er a Man flinch,
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Or utter or mutter the least Discontent;
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But in this round Ring, let's merrily sing,
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Drink a Health to our King, etc.
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(6.)
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We remember with Grief, when we sought Relief,
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Our Senators were well inclin'd to our Ease;
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But some ill advis'd, in Tumults did rise,
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Which certainly then did ruine our Case:
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But since they're grown wise, such Riots despise,
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For future such Meetings we'll strive to prevent;
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For we hate that ill Thing, which much Sorrow did bring,
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And displeas'd our King, etc.
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(7.)
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The Heavens now smile, on the Face of this Isle,
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And Trading will flourish as it did before,
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If our Ladies are kind, their own Intrest mind,
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They'll soon give Imployment to their own Poor,
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And by it they'll gain, as appear very plain,
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When those are imploy'd, will raise all their Rent;
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For Lands more Rent bring, while w' eat, drink, and sing,
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And praise our good King, and our good Parliament.
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Some Women, we're told, are angry and scold,
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Resolve to buy up and wear India Stuff,
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In 'spite of our Laws, and pitiful Cause;
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Talk of Restraining, they're angry, and huff:
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But we hope they'll grow wise, in Time and despise
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To use what destroy their Poor, Coin, and Rent,
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And with us will sing, for this Happy Thing,
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Great Praise to our King, etc.
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(9.)
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But when all is said, we're yet much affraid
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Their Fancies their Reasons will overpower;
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So that they'll still wear, what's far-fetch'd, tho' dear,
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And our Wealth and Trade thereby much devour:
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But if they're so vain, 'twill appear very plain,
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They are on their Country's Ruine still bent;
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And that 'tis a Thing, which great Loss will bring,
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And displease our King, etc.
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(10.)
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Our Princess, Heav'n prais'd, our Hopes has much rais'd,
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Since, for Preventing so ill a Design,
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She's graciously said, she'll encourage our Trade,
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In English Silks then our Court will soon shine:
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For which in Her Praise, while our Voices we raise,
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Her Fame for this thing, through the World will be sent:
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Her Glories we'll sing, drink her Health in this Ring,
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And praise our good King, etc.
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And since She's so kind, Her Example let's mind,
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And firmly ingage, by joining our Hands,
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To Promote and Wear, what plainly appear
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To be for the General Good of this Land.
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Thro' th' Land let it run, and th' work is soon done,
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And from such engagement let's never recant,
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But stand to this Thing, which much Gain will bring
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To this Kingdom and King, etc.
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(12.)
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In a Bumper of Beer, or such Drink as is here,
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To conclude, let's drink one General Health;
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'Tis a Health t' all those, who're clad in such Cloaths,
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As incourage our Trades, and Old Englands Wealth;
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And they that refuse, deserve Wooden Shooes,
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Or else to go bare-foot until they Recant;
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While we merrily sing, and make the Skies ring,
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With Long-live our King, and our good Parliament.
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The Second Part.
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(1.)
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HAv'ng in our First Part shew'd th' Joy of our Heart,
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For Passing this Bill, our Gratitude shown;
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Let's farther declare, to all that will hear,
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Such Matters of Fact as are fit to be known,
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That all Folk may see, the Necessity
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T' use their Endeavours, and join to prevent
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The wear of such Things, which great Mischief bring
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T' this Kingdom and King, and our good Parliament.
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Long since we were told, how Silver and Gold,
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And Bullion was sent out to purchase our Ruine;
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How our Workmen went, and our Patterns were sent,
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The better to bring on our utter Undoing:
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To ease our great Grief, we oft sought Relief,
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And with Complaints to our Senators went;
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But now in this Ring, we merrily sing,
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Great Praise to our King, etc.
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For they've heard our Case, and giv'n us some Ease,
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Our Hopes have reviv'd, and mended our State;
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While our Indian Foes, in Numbers up-rose,
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With Noise and Clamour against us did prate,
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Our just Case prevail'd, and their Designs fail'd,
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At which their Passion and Folly they vent,
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Whilst we merrily sing, Hi ding a ding ding,
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And praise our good King, etc.
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The French, Edicts made, to discourage this Trade,
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So that they bring Home much Silver and Gold;
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While we send our Bullion, to spoil Silk and Woollen,
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They'll suffer no Printing, nor Printed Stuffs sold:
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The Dutch too grow wise, this Trading despise,
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Their Eight Ships brought less than One which we sent:
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Did we the same thing, much Gain it would bring
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To this Kingdom and King, etc.
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In King Charless Reign, we then did complain,
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For our Trade in his Time was oft very dull;
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But what we design'd, they then undermin'd,
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All we gain'd was an Act to bury our Wool;
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Which small Relief yield, while the Nation they fill'd
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With Silks and Chints, which at Court they present:
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By Bribes or like thing, in Fashion they bring,
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Which might please the King, tho' not Parliament.
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It has been declar'd, as we have oft heard,
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These Traders once fear'd to bring in Wrought Wares,
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Or send out Bullion, to ruine our Woollen;
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But now they're grown Great, and got over such Fears:
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For they've sent Treasure, in wonderful measure
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To bring Home such Goods as Trading supplant:
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For stopping this Thing, we now merrily sing,
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Great Praise to our King, etc.
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To get a Law made, the New Dons then said,
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That th' Old drove a Trade to this Kingdom's Ruine;
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Since they've gain'd their Act, 'tis Matter of Fact,
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They're the like Method and Measures pursuing:
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For the Eagle declare, how they were sincere,
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What we must expect, if such Goods here be spent;
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For the Cargoe she bring, put forward the Thing,
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For which we praise our King, and our good Parliament.
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If a Million be sent, Yearly to be spent
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In Wares that supplant our Silk and Wool Trade,
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'Twill hinder of Poor, half a Million, or more,
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Might be imploy'd here, supported and fed,
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Besides as great Train, these Workers maintain,
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B' all the Provisions which by them are spent,
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For stopping this Thing, which such Ruine bring,
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We praise our good King, etc.
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While we joy for Relief, 'tis matter of Grief,
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To think what great Numbers yet of our Poor,
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As Makers of Fans, Pots, Tables and Stands,
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Japanners and Limners, and Multitudes more,
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Who will be undone, and their Country run,
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If b' Law or Example, we do not prevent
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The use of such Things, which such Mischief bring
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To this Kingdom and King, etc.
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What troubles us more, is what is brought o'er,
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Tho' it doth not excel, or come near us in kind,
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How fond of their Ware, tho' never so dear,
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Are too great Numbers of our Women-kind,
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Which shews very plain, they're still very vain,
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Whose fanciful Humours are so much bent
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On East-India things, which such Mischief bring,
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To this Kingdom and King, etc.
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But e're we do end, our Song we intend
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To remember all those, stood up for our Case,
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With Zeal and Good Will, did bring in the Bill,
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And th' rest of our Friends that gain'd us this Ease,
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And all those who wear, what plainly appear
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To th' advance of our Trade, and Lands in their Rent:
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Their Praises we'll sing, drink their Health in this Ring,
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And praise our good King, etc.
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(12.)
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And now we have done, t' our Works let us run,
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For fresh Supply let us work on our Trade;
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If we spend our Store, we can work for more
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To purchase good Drink, good Meat, and good Bread;
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And as for all those, that do us oppose,
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We wish them no ill, but hope they'll repent,
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And forbear to deal in, what such Ruine bring,
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While we work, and sing, and praise our good King, etc.
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