Golden days of good Queen Bess, The TS.199

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X number   199
Title   Golden days of good Queen Bess, The TS.199
Bibliography   Village Music project, Sands, Thomas
Composer   Words by William Collins 1721- 1759
Country   Lincolnshire
Length   1/8
Rhythm   Song
Source   Thomas Sands' MS,1810,Lincolnshire
Tempo   1/4=100
Transcriber   vmp.Ruairidh Greig, 2011
Body   e/ d/|c2B> eA2A c|B A G A B> c d
w:To my muse give att-en-tion and deem it not a mys-ter-y,
e/ d/|c2B c A A A B c B A B c d e>
w:If we jum-ble to get her, mus-ic, po-et-ry and his-to-ry
c|e2e> e de f> f|d2 d> d c>d e
w:The times to dis-pl-ay in the days of Queen B-ess, Sir,
d|c2c> c d d z c|B c d B (cd)e2
w:Whose name and whose mem'-ry pos-ter-it-y may bl-ess, Sir.
A2B/ c A G> G|FG AF E4|
w:O the gol-den days of g-ood Qu-een Bess
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w:Merr-y be the mem-or-y of g-ood Qu-een Bess.
W:Then we laugh'd at the bugbears of Dons and armadas,
W:With their gunpowder puffs, and their blust'ring bravadoes;
W:For we knew how to manage both the musket, and the bow, Sir,
W:And could bring down a Spaniard, just as easy as a crow, Sir.
W:O the golden days of good Queen Bess,
W:Then our streets were unpav'd, and our houses were thatch'd Sir
W:Our windows were lattic'd, and our doors only latch'd Sir;
W:Yet so few were the folks that would plunder and rob Sir,
W:That the hangman was starving for want of a job, Sir
W:O the golden days &c
W:Then ladies with large ruffs, tied round about the neck fast
W:Would gobble up a pound of beef steak for their breakfast,
W:While a close quill'd up coif their noddles did fit, Sir,
W:And they truss'd up as tight, as a rabbit for the spit, Sir.
W:O the golden days &c.
W:Their jerkins and doublets, and yellow worsted hose, Sir
W:With a huge pair of whiskers, was the dress of our beaux, Sir
W:Strong beer they preferred to claret or hock, Sir.
W:And no poultry they priz'd, like the wing of an ox, Sir
W:O the golden days &c
W:Good neighbourhood then was as plenty too as beef, Sir
W:And the poor from the rich ne'er wanted relief, Sir;
W:While merry went the mill clack the shuttle and the plough, Sir
W:Anmd honest men could live by the sweat of their brow, Sir.
W:O the golden days &c
W:Then football & wrestling, & pitching the bar Sir
W:Were preferr'd to a flute, to a fiddle, or guitar, Sir:
W:And for jaunting and junketting, the fav'rite regale Sir,
W:Was a walk as far as Chelsea, to demolish buns, and ale, Sir.
W:O the golden days &c
W:When the folks, ev'ry Sunday, went twice at least to church, Sir
W:And never left the parson or his sermon in the lurch, Sir,
W:For they judg'd that the Sabbath was for people to be good in, Sir,
W:And they thought it Sabbath breaking, if they din'd without a pudding Sir.
W:O the golden days &c
W:The our great men were good, and our good men were great, Sir
W:And the props of the nation were the pillars of the state, Sir
W:For the Sov'reign and subject one interest supported
W:And our powerful alliance by all powers then was courted, Sir
W:O the golden days &c
W:Then the high and mighty states, to their everlasting stain, Sir,
W:By Britons were releas'd from the galling yoke of Spain, Sir.
W:And the rous'd British lion all Europe then combin'd, Sir
W:Undismay'd, would have scatter'd them, like chaff before the wind Sir
W:O the golden days &c
W:Thus they ate, and they drank, & they work'd & they play'd, Sir,
W:Of their friends not asham'd, or their enemies afraid Sir,
W:And little did they think, when this ground they stood on, Sir
W:To be drawn from the life, now they're all dead and gone Sir.
W:O the goldendays &c.

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Sands, Thomas

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