. The Roxburghe ballads. subject of the following Roxburghc Ballad. 30 [Roxburghe Collection, II. 384 ; Woods, E. 25, fol. 96.] effort) in Mourning, for tl)e JLoSjS of tf)t parliament; ©r, SLonfions loub ILattrfttcr at Tjer late flattering ijer self fott|j lEiccssirjc Pleasant New Song. Now Tapsters, Vintners, Sales-men, Taylors, allOpen their Throats, and for their losses bawl;The Parliament is gone, their hopes now fail,Palld is the Wine, and Egar grows the Ale : [=aigre, sharp. Now Rooms, late let for twenty Crowns a week,Would let for twelve-pence, but may Lodgers Re
. The Roxburghe ballads. subject of the following Roxburghc Ballad. 30 [Roxburghe Collection, II. 384 ; Woods, E. 25, fol. 96.] effort) in Mourning, for tl)e JLoSjS of tf)t parliament; ©r, SLonfions loub ILattrfttcr at Tjer late flattering ijer self fott|j lEiccssirjc Pleasant New Song. Now Tapsters, Vintners, Sales-men, Taylors, allOpen their Throats, and for their losses bawl;The Parliament is gone, their hopes now fail,Palld is the Wine, and Egar grows the Ale : [=aigre, sharp. Now Rooms, late let for twenty Crowns a week,Would let for twelve-pence, but may Lodgers Rejoyces, who was sad before,And in like Coin does pay off Oxfords score. To the Tune of, Packingtons Pound; or, Digbys Far&wel. See vol. iv. pp. 193 and 136; 392, 393, and 397 to 400, for an account ofthese two tunes. Packingtons Pound is given in Mr. William ChappellsPopular Music of the Olden Time, p. 124. We gave one Captain Digbys Fare-well on pp. 393, 398 of our previous volume ; another is Farewell, my Oxford in Mourning for the Loss of the Parliament. 31 J^Ondon now smiles to see Oxford in Tears, Who lately derided and scoffd at her fears;Thinking their joys they would never be that always theyd last with the Parliament:But 0 ! shes mistaken, for now they are gone,And fairly have left her to grieve all alone. 6 Now Vintners and Tapsters, that hopd for such gain By cheating the people, have cause to complain; The Cooks, that were stord with Provision, now grieve, Whilst London to hear it does laugh in her sleeve : And now each fat Hostis, who lives by the Sins Of those who brought many, to whimper begins. 12 So dolefully Tool now the Bells, that of late With loud sounds did a pleasure to hear them create; The Inn-keepers, late that so Prodigal were Of Standings, have Horse-room enough and to spare: Whilst London rejoyces to think of the time When Oxford Bells jangld, and scarcely coud Chime. 18 Now Salesmen and Sempstresses homeward do pack ;No more cr
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