THE GOLDEN DAYS OF GOOD QUEEN BESS.
��TO my mufe give attention, and deem it not a myftery,
If we jumble together, mufic, poetry, and hiftory, The times to difplay, in the days of Queen Befs, Sir, Whofe name and whofe memory pofterity may blefs,
Sir,
Oh the golden days of good Queen Befs, Sir ! Merry be the memory of good Queen Befs, Sir !
Then welaughtat the bugbears of dons and armadas, With their gunpowder puffs, and their blattering
bravadoes, For well we knew how to manage the niufket and the
bow, Sir, And could bring down a Spaniard juft as eafy as a
crow, Sir.
Oh the golden days, &c.
Then our churchmen were zealous, and our lafTes truly virtuous, Sir,
And maidenheads were plenty to the honorable pur- chafers :
Divorces were feldom, as the Englifh annals tell, Sir,
And people were content for they never once i cbeii'd, Sir,
Ch the golden days, cc.
Then our ftreets were unpav'd, and our houfes were
thatch'd, Sir,
Our windows were latticed, our doors were only bir,
G Yet
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