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THE COMMONWEALTH. 465 |
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CI ristmas beef and bread is turn'd into stones,
Into stones and silken rags; And Lady Money sleeps and makes moans,
And makes moans in misers' bags: Houses where pleasures once did abound, Nought but a dog and a shepherd is found,
Welladay! Places where Christmas revels did keep, • N( w are become habitations for sheep.
Welladay, welladay,
Welladay, where should I stay ?
Pan, the shepherd's god, doth deface, Doth deface Lady Ceres' crown, Aid the tillage doth go to decay,
To decay in every town; Landlords their rents so highly enhance, Tlat Pierce, the ploughman, barefoot may Welladay! [dance;
Farmers, that Christmas would still entertain, Sc irce have wherewith themselves to maintain. Welladay, &c.
Come to the countryman, he will protest, Will protest, and of bull-beef boast; Ai d for the citizen he is so hot,
Is so hot, he will burn the roast. Tl e courtier, sure good deeds will not scorn, N( r will he see poor Christmas forlorn ?—
Welladay! Sii ce none of these good deeds will do, CI ristmas had best turn courtier too. Welladay, &c.
Prde and luxury they do devour, Do devour housekeeping quite;
Aid soon beggary they do beget, Do beget in many a knight.
Madam, forsooth, in her coach must wheel, |
Although she wear her hose out at heel,
Welladay! And on her back wear that for a weed, Which me and all my fellows would feed.
Welladay, &c.
Since pride came up with the yellow starch,
Yellow starch, poor folks do want, And nothing the rich men will to them give,
To them give, but do them taunt; For Charity from the country is fled, And in her place hath nought left but need;
Welladay! And corn is grown to so high a price, It makes poor men cry with weeping eyes. Welladay, &c.
Briefly for to end, here I do find,
I do find so great vacation, That most great houses seem to attain
To attain a strong purgation : [shew'd, Where purging pills such effects they have That forth of doors they their owners have Welladay! [spued;
And where'er Christmas comes by, and calls, Nought now but solitary and naked walls. Welladay, &c.
Philemon's cottage was turn'd into gold,
Into gold, for harbouring Jove: Rich men their houses up for to keep,
For to keep, might their greatness move ; But in the city, they say, they do live, Where gold by handfulls away they do give:—
I'll away, And thither, therefore, I purpose to pa3s, Hoping at London to find the golden ass.
I'll'away, I'll away,
I'll away, for here's no stay. |
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