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The Beggers Song.
CAst your Caps and cares away
This is the Beggers Holy day;
At the Crowning of our King
Thus we ever Dance and Sing.
In the world look out and see
VVhere is so happy a King as he;
VVhere's those people live so free,
And so merry as do we?
Be it peace or be it war,
Here at Liberty we are,
And enjoy our ease and rest,
To the Field we are not prest.
Nor are call'd into the Town
To be troubled with a Gown,
Hang all Offices we cry
And your Magistrate defie.
VVhen the Subsides are increast
VVe are not a Penny ceast,
Nor will any go to Law
VVith a Begger for a straw.
All which happiness be brags
He doth owe unto his Rags.
Second Part.
From hunger and cold who liveth more free,
And who so richly clothed as we;
Our Bellies are full and our flesh it is warm,
And against Pride our Rags is a charm.
Enough is a Feast and for to Morrow,
••et Rich-men take Care, we feel no Sorrow,