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                        [  7  ] Before this good nation wss puft up with pride, The poor of Old England were well satisfy'd, But rhe good of the nation is now thrown aside.

O the sottowful cafe of Old England,

And ’tis poor England’s sorrowful cafe.

In the days of mygrannum ,t was Gaffer & Dame, Then echo resounded the trumpet of fame, But Madam, and Sir, are become a new name.

O the sorrowful cafe of Old England, etc.

When gentlemen walk’d in a plain morning dress, To relieve each their neighbours that were in distress, Old England was fill’d then with much happiness. But now 'tis not so with Old England, etc.

When Britons united, in plenty they roll’d, They valu’d their produce much more than gold, To our enemies now our provisions are sold

O the sorrowful cafe of Old England, etc.

To Englishmen fare it must be a sad grief, For to be debarr’d from the taste of roast beef, May Providence quickly send us fome relief.

O the sorrowful cafe of Old England, etc.

The distress of the nation is shocking to hear, Provision is got so remarkably dear, England, where now is thy boasted good cheer,

O the sorrowful cafe of Oid England, etc.

While Englishmen cry for their liberty sweet, In poverty now they walk thro’ the street, And by foreigners nearly are trod under feet.

O the sorrowful cafe of Old England, ere.

Our sheep and our oxen they send o’er to France, Because they do teach our fair ladies to dance, But Old Nick may take them & their fine complai- O the sorrowful cafe, etc. (sance.