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<HEAD>The Engli&s;h-French-Mans Addre&s;s, UPON HIS MAJESTIES LATE Gracious Declaration:</HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>Humbly Sheweth,</HI>&mdash;</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>T&mdash;HAT Your Dread Maje&s;tie,</L>
<L>By Ye'r Gracious Declaration, hath &s;et's Free</L>
<L>Of our late Terrours; whereas before we thought,</L>
<L>All our brave All's would come at length to nought;</L>
<L>But now 'tis o're: Had we gone Home againe,</L>
<L>We could not tell, which way for to Maintaine</L>
<L>Our Families: In ENGLAND we can take</L>
<L>E'ne what Degrees we plea&s;e; and make</L>
<L>The Gentry believe, that 'tis our Nation,</L>
<L>Sutes all their Greatne&s;&s;e in a <HI>Fur Bonne</HI> Fa&s;hion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Me</HI> that came lately into ENGLISH Ground</L>
<L>With Raggs on Back, where Vermin did abound;</L>
<L>Yet had a Sword, though &s;carce a Shooe to foot,</L>
<L>Aye, and a Shert too, though 'twas black as foot:</L>
<L>Have found the ENGLISH Con&s;titution &s;o,</L>
<L>That <HI>I'le</HI> be hang'd, e're I to FRANCE will go</L>
<L>Againe in ha&s;te; There I wanted bread,</L>
<L>Here, of a Family, I'me become the head:</L>
<L>My Ma&s;ter loves me, and doth &s;till, Prote&s;t</L>
<L>Of his Servants, the <HI>Moun&s;ieur</HI> is the be&s;t;</L>
<L>For when with our Kick-&s;haws about they prance,</L>
<L>We Swear <HI>Begar,</HI> 'tis <HI>Ala Mode de FRANCE.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus we get into Favour, and then we</L>
<L>Are Parra-Mount, of all the Familie:</L>
<L>We tell his Lord&s;hip, that 'tis nothing &s;itting,</L>
<L><HI>De</HI> ENGLISH Cook, &s;hould Rule his Lord&s;hips Kitching;</L>
<L>Swearing, <HI>De</HI> ENGLISH Cook he cannot tell,</L>
<L>Which way to make <HI>De Bonne Potazie</HI> well:</L>
<L>He burns the Meat <HI>Begar,</HI> and I do think</L>
<L>His Sauce is mu&s;ty; and his Beef do's &s;tink;</L>
<L>You no &s;mell my Lord: Your Cold do's &s;poyle</L>
<L>Your Scent, and your Cook, do's beguile</L>
<L>Your Honour, and Me cann't indure</L>
<L><HI>De</HI> ENGLISH Cook; <HI>De Bonne French Serveture:</HI></L>
<L>He is <HI>De</HI> be&s;t <HI>Begar,</HI> Me dare to &s;wear,</L>
<L>He'd fit your Lord&s;hip, to a very hair:</L>
<L><HI>De</HI> ENGLISH Man, <HI>Begar</HI> Me know is Stout,</L>
<L>But in <HI>de</HI> Carriage, he is but a Lout,</L>
<L>Compar'd with <HI>De</HI> FRENCH: He cannot Dance,</L>
<L>Nor Cheat's Lord, with a <HI>Bonne Sir-Reverence.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Now <HI>wide de</HI> Ladies, <HI>de</HI> Women are as Good</L>
<L>To Curle <HI>de</HI> Hair, and for to &s;et <HI>de</HI> Hood,</L>
<L>As any in <HI>de warld, der</HI>'s none does know</L>
<L>How to do it like <HI>de French,</HI> 'tis we <HI>dat</HI> &s;how</L>
<L><HI>De</HI> ENGLISH Woman: Me will tell you what,</L>
<L><HI>De</HI> ENGLISH Woman, nothing but talk and prate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Me</HI> Tutor <HI>de</HI> Infant, nay, what is more,</L>
<L>Teach Men to play <HI>de</HI> Rogue, and Wench <HI>de</HI> VVhore:</L>
<L>VVhen <HI>dat Me</HI> &s;ee a <HI>Bonne</HI> hand&s;ome VVench,</L>
<L>Out of pure love, Me teach her Parler <HI>French:</HI></L>
<L>If &s;he have Money, <HI>den</HI> I &s;traight will &s;wear,</L>
<L><HI>De French</HI> Man is in Love <HI>wide</HI> her <HI>Begar:</HI></L>
<L>And 'tis <HI>de</HI> be&s;t for her, do all &s;he can,</L>
<L>To Marry <HI>de fur bonne French</HI> Gentle-Man:</L>
<L>VVhen <HI>de</HI> Gentle-Man do's <HI>love de</HI> hand&s;ome VVoman</L>
<L>Not for his VVife, but for to make her Common;</L>
<L>Then Me do go, pretending to &s;ell Lace,</L>
<L>And in a Poynt I oft a letter place,</L>
<L>To bring her to my Bow, and then I,</L>
<L>Am feed by both hands for my Bawdry:</L>
<L>Thus we help one another, and do di&s;place</L>
<L>The ENGLISH Servitures; by thus di&s;grace-</L>
<L>&mdash;Ing of them, and through &s;ome Elu&s;ion,</L>
<L>Make the FRENCH happy with tothers Confu&s;ion.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Now if Your Maje&s;ty would have us &s;wear,</L>
<L>Pre&s;cribe the Oath, what 'tis, we do not Care,</L>
<L>So we can &s;till re&s;ide here, rather then we</L>
<L>Shou'd now go Home, wee'l for&s;wear Country</L>
<L>And King, and All; For here we can Invade</L>
<L>Your True Born Subjects, by working on the Trade</L>
<L>For which they &s;erv'd: Should they do &s;o in FRANCE</L>
<L>VVe'd rather hang 'um, then let them advance</L>
<L>Them&s;elves by our Profe&s;&s;ions, let them not think,</L>
<L>Out of our Country, they &s;hall carry Chink:</L>
<L>No! we're more wi&s;e; wee'l fir&s;t let them know,</L>
<L>VVhat perill 'tis, the FRENCH do's undergo</L>
<L>At Home: But yet in ENGLAND here</L>
<L>'Bove ENGLISH-MEN, 'tis known we Domineere,</L>
<L>And &s;hall do &s;till; Unle&s;s Your Maje&s;tie,</L>
<L>Pre&s;cribe to us a Day of Jubilie:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For we to one another are Good-VVillers,</L>
<L>And in Your Land <HI>AEgyptian</HI> Caterpillers.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED><HI>Robert Miller,</HI> M. D.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed in the Year, 1666.</P>
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