The Golden Days of Good Queen Beſs.
TO my muse give attentions
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 whole 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 could bring down a Spaniard
just as easy, as a crow, Sir. O the, &c,
Then our streets were all pav'd,
and our houses were thatch'd, Sir,
Our windows were latch'd,
and our doors only latch'd, Sir;
Yet so few were the folks that
would plunder and rob, Sirs
