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3 1 8 Songs Comftleat,
When the Red Robe was gone,
To the Country Assizes,
And Butchers, and Carmen,
Were fighting of Prizes.
When Orthodox also.
From the Pulpit did roar ;
Twas the Sins of the Nation,
Maid our Taxes so sore.
When young Golden Captains,
Did walk the Parade ;
But a draught once in motion,
- Were always afraid.
When the Cits did retire,
To their Country-Houses ;
Leaving Servants at home,
To lye with their Spouses.
When Wives too would junket,
While their Cuckolds did sleep :
And spend more in a Night,
Then they got in a Week.
When high topping Merchants,
Were daily beset ;
And Statutes of Bankrupts,
Fill'd half our Gazet.
When Lawyers had not Money,
Nor Shop-keepers Trade ;
And our Nation preparing
Another to invade.
When the Season was to hot,
For the goggle ey'd yews ;
To exercise their Faculties,
In Drury-Lane Stews.
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