Distracted maids garland containing five now (sic) songs/A new tuch on the times

New Copy of Verses: Or, A True Touch of the Times.

THE Farmers of England say,
⁠they cannot pay their Rent,
⁠The Statesmen Tax them so hard
and Money is still seant.
⁠But now we are like to have a War,
Money will Circulate more,
If that we Conquer the Spaniards
Old England will flourish once more.
⁠The haughty silly Spaniards,
In Vain once more will try,
Their fates with English Hero’s
Their Folly runs so high.
⁠But Villians you're mistaken,
We soon will make you tall,
Keep fast your hold, brave Lyons bold
We’ll stand by one and all.
⁠There horrid Depredations,
To Englands known full well,
Their Pyracies cannot be match'd
No if you ransick Hell.
⁠Their bloody cruel Murder,
Aloud for Vengance cll's
Then never fret, but pay the Debt
With Fiery Bombs and Balls.
⁠Now to humble the proud Spaniards,
British Courage must be shown,
Or the haughty Cowardly Villians
N er will know what is their own.
⁠Their Guard a Coste's we'll make Rattle
Spain shall tremble at our Sight,
Hast brave Boys away to Battle,
Spain you know will never Fight.
⁠Shall it be said in foreign Nations,
That the Spaniards dare controul
The Merchandize and Navigation
Of the generous British Soul.
⁠God prosper long our Noble Monrach
Bless the British Parliament
Who to Right their fellow Subjects
To a War gave free Consent.
⁠Heres a health to our brave Admiral
And his Seamen who did go
With undaunted Resolution
For to Fight old England’s Foe.