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The Golden Days of Good Queen Beſs.
TO my muſe give attention,
and deem it not a myſtery,
If we jumble together muſic,
poetry, and hiſtory:
The times to diſplay in
the days of Queen Beſs, Sir,
Whoſe name and whoſe mem’ry
poſterity may bleſs, Sir.
O the golden days of good Queen Beſs;
Merry be the memory of good Queen Beſs.
Then we laugh’d at the bugbears
of Dons and Armadas,
With their gunpowder puffs,
and their blustering bravadoes;
For we knew how to manage both
the muſket and the bow, Sir,
And cou'd bring down a Spaniard
just as eaſy as a crow, Sir. O the, &c.
Then our ſtreets were unpav’d
and our houſes were thatch’d, Sir,
Our windows were lattic’d,
and our doors only latch’d, Sir;
Yet ſo few were the folks that
would plunder and rob, Sir,
That the Hangman was ſtarving
for want of a job, Sir. O the, &c.
