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<HEAD>Alas poore Trade&s;-men what &s;hall we do.</HEAD>
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<P><HI>OR, LONDONS</HI> Complaint through badne&s;&s;e of Trading, For work being &s;cant, their &s;ub&s;tance is fadeing.</P>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Hallow my Fancy Whether Wilt thou good.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>A Mid&s;t of melancholly trading,</L>
<L>out of my &s;tore,</L>
<L>I found my &s;ub&s;tance fading</L>
<L>all my hau&s;hold viewing,</L>
<L>which to ruine</L>
<L>Falls daily more and more:</L>
<L>Forth then I went</L>
<L>And walkt about the City,</L>
<L>Where I beheld</L>
<L>What mov'd my heart with pity:</L>
<L>And being home returned</L>
<L>I thought upon this ditty,</L>
<L><HI>Alas poor Trade&s;-men</HI></L>
<L><HI>What &s;hall we doe.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Shops, Shops, Shops, I di&s;cry now</L>
<L>With Windows ready &s;hut,</L>
<L>They'l neither &s;ell nor buy new,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t our L<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">rds and Gentry,</L>
<L>are ith Countrey,</L>
<L>the more is our griefe god-wott:</L>
<L>Woe to the cau&s;ers</L>
<L>Of this &s;eperation</L>
<L>Which bred the civill</L>
<L>Wars in this Nation.</L>
<L>It is the greate&s;t cau&s;e</L>
<L>Of <HI>Londons</HI> long vacation.</L>
<L><HI>Alas poore Trade&s;-men</HI></L>
<L><HI>What &s;hall we doe.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Forts in the fields new erected</L>
<L>Where multitudes do run,</L>
<L>To &s;&oacute;e the &s;ame effected:</L>
<L>All their judgement &s;pending,</L>
<L>and commending</L>
<L>the &s;ame to be well done:</L>
<L>But yet I feare,</L>
<L>Our digging and our ramming,</L>
<L>Scar&s;e can defend</L>
<L>The poore&s;t &s;ort from famine,</L>
<L>For all the rich may have</L>
<L>As much as they can cramme in,</L>
<L><HI>Alas poore trade&s;-men</HI></L>
<L><HI>What &s;hall we doe.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>One may perhaps have large</L>
<L>whil'&s;t thou&s;and more complaine<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Oppre&s;&s;ed with their charge:</L>
<L>All this care and toyling,</L>
<L>with for moyling,</L>
<L>affords but little gains:</L>
<L>In hopes of peace</L>
<L>Our elves have deluded,</L>
<L>That on our &s;tore</L>
<L>So far we have intruded,</L>
<L>Except a happy peace</L>
<L>Among&s;t us be concluded,</L>
<L><HI>Alas poore trade&s;-men</HI></L>
<L><HI>What &s;hall we doe.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>The &s;econd Part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>COrn God be thank't is not &s;cant yet,</L>
<L>and yet for ought we know</L>
<L>The poorer &s;ort may want it.</L>
<L>In the mid&s;t of plenty,</L>
<L>more than twenty</L>
<L>have found it to be &s;o:</L>
<L>For if they have not</L>
<L>Money for to buy it,</L>
<L>The richer &s;ort they</L>
<L>Have hearts for to deny it,</L>
<L>If that youl not beleeve me,</L>
<L>You'l finde it when you try it,</L>
<L><HI>Alas poore trade&s;-men</HI></L>
<L><HI>What, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Whil&s;t we were wel imploied,</L>
<L>and n&eacute;ed not for to play,</L>
<L>We plenty then enjoyed:</L>
<L>Every w&eacute;eke a Noble</L>
<L>clear without trouble,</L>
<L>is better than eight pence a day:</L>
<L>Yet on the Sabbath day</L>
<L>We u&s;ed to re&s;t us,</L>
<L>And went to'th Church</L>
<L>To pray, and God hath ble&s;t us.</L>
<L>But &s;ince the civill wars</L>
<L>Begun for to mole&s;t us,</L>
<L><HI>Alas poore trade&s;-men</HI></L>
<L><HI>What, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>All things &s;o out of order,</L>
<L>the Father kills the Son,</L>
<L>Yet this they count no murder</L>
<L>Wars are nece&s;&s;ary,</L>
<L>oh no, but tarry,</L>
<L>I wi&s;h they'd not bin begun,</L>
<L>For where a Kingdom</L>
<L>Is of it &s;elfe divided,</L>
<L>And people knows not</L>
<L>By whom they &s;hould be gui|ded</L>
<L>It is too great a matter</L>
<L>By me to be decided.</L>
<L><HI>Alas poore trade&s;-men</HI></L>
<L><HI>What, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Now to conclude my ditty,</L>
<L>the Lord &s;end <HI>England</HI> peace</L>
<L>And plenty in this City:</L>
<L>Grant the land may flouri&s;h,</L>
<L>long for to nouri&s;h</L>
<L>us with her ble&s;t increa&s;e.</L>
<L>Our Gracious King,</L>
<L>The Lord pre&s;erve and ble&s;&s;e Him</L>
<L>With &s;afe return</L>
<L>To them that long do mi&s;&s;e him,</L>
<L>And &s;end him to remain</L>
<L>With them that well do wi&s;h him,</L>
<L><HI>Alas poor trade&s;-men</HI></L>
<L><HI>What &s;hall we doe.</HI></L>
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<P>LONDON, Printed for <HI>Francis Grove.</HI></P>
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