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Yet fo few were the folks that would plunder and rob,

Sir,

That the hangman was ftarving for want of a job, Sir, Oh the golden days, &c.

Then our ladies, with large ruffs tied round about

their necks faft, Wou'd gobble up a pound of beef-fleaks for their

break faft, With a clofe quill'd-up cap their noddles juft did fit,

Sir,

And they trufs'd up as tight as a rabbit for the fpit, Sir. Oh the golden clays, &c.

Then jerkins and doublets, and yellow worfted hofe,

Sir, With a pair of huge whiikers was the drefs of our

beaux, Sir,.

Strong beer they prefer'd too, to claret or hock, Sir, And no poultry they priz'd like the wing of an ox, Sir, Oh the golden days, &c.

Good neighbourhood then was as plenty too as beef,

Sir,

And the poor from the rich never wanted relief, Sir, W T hile merry went the mill-clack, the fhuttle and the

plough, Sir, And honeft men could live by the fxveat of their

brow, Sir.

Ch the golden davs, &c.

Then the folks evVy funday went twice at leaft to

church, Sir, And never left the parfon or the fermon in the lurch,

Sir,

For

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