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Citixen. And tlio' Bank. Bills we've difcouated
found,
And that for a Hundred, we've got but five
Pound,
'Tis mill'd, and it's pretty, it fhines, and it's
round.
Oh, E.nglxndt tliou a** a fweet Nation.
The Clippers Trading is at an end,
1 wifh it may out Condition mend.
They've no Coin to clip now, nor we none to
fpcnd.
Oh, Englcindy thou art a fweet Nation,
ComtleY. The King his Taxes no Friend can
gtutch,
Tho' Jacobites bawl that we lavifh too much ;
That all runs away to the Tnnch and the Dutch ^
And nothing is left more to drein Boys,
Cidx. But let us look within our Doors,
How Backs and Bellies exhauft our Stores,
Let's take up our Wives, and let's take dowa out
Whorest
We've eaough for another Campaign Boys,
CoHYtiey- Tho' Cits cry out that they ate un-
done,
A Cuckold's Profit can ne'er be gone ;
Their Wives are w ell rigg'd, and gold Laces ftil
on.
Oh, F4jgla>id^ thou art a fweet Nation.
Lawyey, Tho* Goidfinith's break too, and flmt
up Door,
'Tis more to c^eat ye, than want of Ore,
For Rogues will be P^ogues, whether wealthy or
j-oor,
Oh, EvpUndy thou art a fweet Nation.
Citixsn. Great Joy will come from the Chequfie
Board,
When true EfTeBs all om Tallies afford^