[19.]There is a ship we understand

now riding in the river,

Tis newly come from Lubberland

the like I think was never;

You that a lazy life do love,

I'd have you now go over,

They say land is not above

two thousand leagues from Dover.

The Captain and the Master too,

do's give us this relation,

And so do's all the whole ships crew,

concerning this strange nation.

The streets are pav'd with pudding-pies

nay powder'd²⁶ beef and bacon,

They say they scorn to tell you lies,

who thinks it is mistaken.

The king of knaves and queen of sluts

reign there in peace and quiet;

You need not fear to starve your guts,

there is such store of diet:

There may you live free from all care,

like hogs set up a fatning,

The garments which the people wear

is silver, silk and sattin.

The lofty buildings of this place

for many years have lasted,

With nutmegs, pepper, cloves and mace,

the walls are roughly casted,

In curious hasty-pudding boil'd,

and most ingenious Carving.

Likewise they are with pancakes ty'd,

sure, here's no fear of starving.

The Captain says, in every Town

hot roasted pigs will meet ye,

They in the streets run up and down,

still crying out, come eat me:

Likewise he says, at every feast

the very fowls and fishes,

Nay, from the biggest to the least,

comes tumbling to the dishes.

The rivers run with claret fine,

the brooks with rich Canary,

The ponds with other sorts of wine,

to make your hearts full merry:

Nay, more than this, you may behold

the fountains flow with Brandy,

The rocks are like refined gold,

the hills are sugar candy.

Rosewater is the rain they have,

which comes in pleasant showers,

All places are adorned brave

with sweet and fragrant flowers:

Hot Custards grows on e'ery tree

each ditch affords rich jellies

Now, if you will be rul'd by me,

go there, and fill your bellies.

There's nothing there but holy-days,

with musick out of measure;

Who can forbear to speak the praise

of such a land of pleasure?

There you may lead a lazy life,

free from all kinds of labour,

And he that is without a wife,

may borrow of his neighbour.

There is no law, nor lawyers fees,

all men are free from fury,

For e'ery one do's what he please,

without a judge or jury:

The summer-time is warm they say,

the winter's ne'er the Colder,

They have no landlords rent to pay,

each man is a free-holder.

You that are free to cross the seas,

make no more disputation,

At Lubberland, you'll live at ease,

with pleasant recreation:

The captain waits but for a gale,

of prosperous wind and weather,

And that they soon will hoist up sail,

make hast away together.

[13.]The old name of Robbing,

Is now call'd Padding,

For when the Padders have done,

Their Lodgings are ta'ne

At the Rope in Tyburn Lane

In the Parish of Paddington.

[14.]Here lies at least ten in the hundred,

Shackled up both hands and feet,

That at such as lent mony gratis wondred,

The gain of usury was so sweet;

But thus being now of life bereav'n

'Tis a hundred to one he's scarce gone to heav'n.

[13.]Be your liquor small, or as thick as mudd.

The Cheating bottle cryes, good, good, good,

Whereat the master begins to storme,

'Cause he said more than he could performe.

And I wish that his heires may never want Sack,

That first devis'd the bonny black Jack.

No Tankerd, Flaggon, Bottle nor Jugg

Are half so good, or so well can hold Tugg,

For when they are broke or full of cracks,

Then they must fly to the brave black Jacks,

And I wish &c.

When the Bottle and Jack stands together, O fie on't,

The Bottle looks just like a dwarfe to a Gyant;

Then had we not reason Jacks to chuse

For this'l make Boots, when the Bottle mends shoes.

And I wish &c.

And as for the bottle you never can fill it

Without a Tunnell, but you must spill it,

'Tis as hard to get in, as it is to get out,

'Tis not so with a Jack, for it runs like a spout.

And I wish &c.

And when we have drank out all our store,

The Jack goes for Barme to brew us some more;

And when our Stomacks with hunger have bled,

Then it marches for more to make us some bread.

And I wish &c.

I now will cease to speak of the Jack,

But hope his assistance I never shall lack,

And I hope that now every honest man,

Instead of Jack will y'clip him John.

And I wish &c.