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[Good people of England! come heare mee relate]
1
Good people of England! come heare mee relateSome misteryes of our young purse-sucking state,
Whereby eu'ry man may conceaue out of's pate
A reason for things here ordayned of late.
Heigh downe, downe, derry derry downe,
Heigh downe, downe derry!
What e're the state resolues, lett us bee merry.
Heigh downe, downe derry!
What e're the state resolues, lett us bee merry.
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French clarret was banish'd (as most doe suppose)Cause Noll would haue nought here, so red as his nose;
Or else cause itt's crimson from thence first arose:
'Thas tooke our wine from us, would t'were in my hose.
Heigh downe, downe, &c.
3
Since that, hee most brauely himselfe did entrench,Beleaguer'd, and tooke (as hee thought) a Scotch wench;
But by th'tottring of's toter, hee has found she was French;
And therfore that toungue is now silenc'd att th'bench.
Heigh downe, downe, &c.
4
His wrath gainst th'whole nation I cannot much blame,Since by't was endanger'd a nose of such fame;
That's England's great standard, and doth more inflame
You people, then ere did that att Nottingham.
Heigh downe, downe, &c.
5
Noll! eene turne to Hebrew the lawes of our land,For (howsoere) wee neuer shall them understand;
But th'Act of forbidding French wines counter-mand,
Oddsniggs else wee'l pisse out thy fuming fire-brand.
Heigh downe, downe, derry derry downe!
Heigh downe, downe derry!
Till clarett be restor'd, lett us drincke sherry.
Heigh downe, downe derry!
Till clarett be restor'd, lett us drincke sherry.
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