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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>OXFORD in Mourning, For the Lo&s;s of the Parliament.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><HI>OR,</HI> London's <HI>loud Laughter at her late flattering her &s;elf with Exce&s;&s;ive Trading.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">A Plea&s;ant New SONG.</HEAD>
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<L>Now Tap&s;ters, Vintners, Sales-men, Taylors, all</L>
<L>Open their Throats, and for their lo&s;&s;es bawl:</L>
<L>The Parliament is gone, their hopes now fail,</L>
<L>Pall'd is the Wine, and Egar grow the Ale:</L>
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<L>Now Rooms late let for twenty Crowns a Week,</L>
<L>Would let for twelve-pence, but may Lodgers &s;eek;</L>
<L><HI>London</HI> Rejoyces who was &s;ad before,</L>
<L>And in like Coin does pay off <HI>Oxfords</HI> &s;core.</L>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Packington's Pound;</HI> Or, <HI>Digby's Farewel.</HI></OPENER>
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<HEAD>London</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>LOndon</HI> now &s;miles to &s;ee <HI>Oxford</HI> in Tears,</L>
<L>Who lately decided and &s;coff'd at her fears;</L>
<L>Thinking their joys they wou'd never be &s;pent,</L>
<L>But that always they'd la&s;t with the Parliament:</L>
<L>But O &s;he's mi&s;taken, for now they are gone,</L>
<L>And fairly have left her to grieve all alone.</L>
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<L>Now Vintners and Tap&s;ters that hop'd for &s;uch gain,</L>
<L>By Cheating the people have cau&s;e to Complain;</L>
<L>The Cooks that were &s;tor'd with Provi&s;ion, now grieve</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>London</HI> to hear it does laugh in her &s;leeve:</L>
<L>And now each fat Ho&s;tis who lives by the Sins</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e who brought many to whimper, begins,</L>
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<L>So Dolefully Tool now the Bells that of late,</L>
<L>With loud &s;ounds did a plea&s;ure to hear them create;</L>
<L>The Inn-keepers late that &s;o Prodigal were,</L>
<L>Of Standings, have Hor&s;e-room enough, and to &s;pare:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>London</HI> rejoyces to think of the <HI>time,</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>Oxford</HI> Bells jangl'd, and &s;carcely cou'd Chime</L>
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<L>Now Sale&s;men and Semp&s;tre&s;&s;es homeward do pack,</L>
<L>No more cryes the Shooe-maker, what do you lack;</L>
<L>The Taylor by Thimble and Bodkin does Cur&s;e,</L>
<L>And &s;wears that his Trading could never be worse;</L>
<L>Yet home again bare-foot poor Prick-lou&s;e mu&s;t trudge,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Oxford</HI> he bans, and his Labour does grudge,</L>
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<L>The Chair-men who thought to return with a Load</L>
<L>Of Silver to <HI>London,</HI> to &s;tore their aboad;</L>
<L>Now homeward do <HI>foot it,</HI> though 'tis with much pain,</L>
<L>And creep in their Chairs to &s;ecure them from Rain:</L>
<L>When night does approach, there their lodging thy make</L>
<L>For a better to purcha&s;e, no monies they take.</L>
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<L>The Coffee-men wi&s;h they at <HI>London</HI> had &s;tay'd,</L>
<L>And not to have rambl'd in hopes of a Trade;</L>
<L>Their Shops of Sedition did fail of their end,</L>
<L>And back now their Puddle to <HI>London</HI> they &s;end:</L>
<L>While &s;he does deride them, and flout them to &s;corn,</L>
<L>To &s;ee their Ears hanging as if they were forlorn.</L>
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<L>Oh the Schollars now cur&s;e the gay Crack of the town,</L>
<L>Who troop'd it to <HI>Oxford</HI> to trade for a Crown;</L>
<L>The young&s;ters put in and bid money for all,</L>
<L>But the jades were &s;o &s;cittich they gave them a fall:</L>
<L>And many in watering their Nags have been burn'd,</L>
<L>The Bath were &s;o hot e're the Stream could be turn'd.</L>
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<L>Whil&s;t Chirurgeons of all the be&s;t trading will find,</L>
<L>For the Cracks being fled, they have left work behind;</L>
<L>That doubtle&s;s repentance unfeigned, will cau&s;e</L>
<L>The Gold-&s;miths and Drapers now &s;tand at a pau&s;e:</L>
<L>How in their Journey the Padders to &s;cape,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>London</HI> for joy at their follies does leap.</L>
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<L>She hears the &s;ad &s;ounding of <HI>Oxford</HI> great Bell,</L>
<L>Which the towns heavine&s;s plainly do tell;</L>
<L>How their Laughter they lately again&s;t her did vent,</L>
<L>For injoying the Court and the Parliament:</L>
<L>Is now turn'd to weeping, and each one &s;its &s;ad,</L>
<L>To think what a lo&s;s by di&s;&s;olving he's had.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Remember then <HI>Oxford</HI> how <HI>London</HI> you flout,</L>
<L>For &s;he'l be &s;till even with you 'tis no doubt;</L>
<L><HI>Englands</HI> chief City mu&s;t &s;till bear the Bell,</L>
<L>For near it the mo&s;t part the King he will dwell:</L>
<L>And chear her with favours, whil&s;t <HI>Oxford</HI> &s;its &s;ad,</L>
<L>And many lament the bad trade they have had.</L>
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