When all the things in England died,
That very year fell such a chance,
That Salisbury plain would on horseback ride,
And Paris Garden carry the news to France.
When all the Lawyers they did plead
All for love, and nought for gain;
Then 'twas a joyful world indeed,
The blew bore of Dover fetcht apples out of Spain.
When Landlords let their farms cheap,
Because their tenant paid so dear;
The man in the Moon made Christmas pyes,
And bid the seven stars to eat good chear.
Without a Broker or Cony-catcher
Pauls Church-yard was never free;
Then was my Lord Mayor a house that cher,
Which was a wondrous sight to see.
When Basingstoke did swim on the Thames,
And swore all thieves to be just and true;
The Sumners and Bayliffs were honest men,
And Pease and Bacon that year it snew.
When every man had a quiet wife,
That never could once scold or chide,
Tom Tinker of Turvey, to end all strife,
Roasted a Pig in a blue Cows hide.