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Good hospitality

Was cherish'd then of many; Now poor men ftarve and die,

And are not help'd by any : For charity waxeth cold,

And love is found in few; This was not in time of old,

When this old cap was new.

Whereever you traveli'd then,

You might meet on the way, Brave knights and gentlemen,

Clad in their country g:ey, That courteous would appear,

And kindly welcome you : No puritans then were,

When this old cap was new.

Our ladies, in those days,

In civil habit went;
Broad-cloth was then worth praise,
And
gave

the best content: French fashions then were scorn'd,

Fond fangles then none knew, Then modesty women adorn'd,

When this old cap was new.

A man might then behold,

At Christmas, in each hall; Good fires to curb the cold,

And meat for great and small :

The

The neighbours were friendly bidden,

And all had welcome true, The

poor from the gates were not chidden, When this old cap was new.

Black jacks to every man

Were fill'd with wine and beer,
No pewter pot, nor can,

In those days did appear:
Good chear in a noblemans house

Was counted a seemly shew,
We wanted no brawn nor souse,

When this old cap was new.

We took not such delight
In
cups

of filver fine,
None under the degree of a knight

In plate drunk beer or wine : Now each mechanical man

Hath a cupboard of plate for a shew, Which was a rare thing then,

When this old cap was new.

Then bribery was unborn,

No fimony men did use, Christians did usury scorn,

Devis’d among the Jews : The lawyers to be feed,

At that time hardly knew, For man with man agreed,

When this old cap was new.

No

No captain then carous'd,

Nor spent poor foldiers pay,
They were not so abus’d,

As they are at this day ;
Of seven days they make eight,

To keep them from their due;
Poor foldiers had their right,

When this old cap was new.

Which made them forward still

To go, although not prest; And going with good will,

Their fortunes were the best. Our English then, in fight,

Did foreign foes subdue, And forc'd them all to flight,

When this old cap was new.

God save our gracious King,

And send him long to live ; Lord, mischief on them bring,

That will not their alms give; But seek to rob the

poor Of that which is their due: This was not in time of yore,

When this old cap was new.

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SONG XXXV.

THE VICAR OF BR A Y.

N good King Charleses golden days

When loyalty no harm meant,
A zealous high-church man I was,

And so I got preferment:
To teach my fock I never miss'd,

Kings are by God appointed,
And dama'd are those that do refift,
Or touch The Lords Anointed.
And this is law I will maintain

Until my dying day, fir,
That whatsoever king shall reign,

I'll be the vicar of Bray, fir.

When Royal James obtain'd the crown, •

And popery came in fashion,
The penal laws I hooted down,

And read the Declaration :
The church of Rome I found would fit

Full well my constitution ;
And had become a Jesuit,
But for the Revolution.

And this is law, &c.

When William was our King declar'd,

To ease the nations grievance ; With this new wind about I steer'd,

And swore to him allegiance:

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