Classic Poem

1.

A Story strange I will unfold,
Then which a sadder ne're was told,
How the Ladies were from London sent,
With mickle woe and discontent.

2.

A heart of Marble would have bled,
To see this rout of white and red,
Both York and Lancaster must fly,
With all their painted Monarchy.

3.

Those faces which men so much prize,
In Mrs. Gibbes her Liveries,
Must leave their false and borrowed hue,
And put on grief that's only true.

4.

Those pretty patches long and round,
Which covered all that was not sound
Must be forgotten at the Farmes,
As useless and suspicious charmes.

5.

Now we must leave all our Designes,
That were contriv'd within the lines;
Communication is deny'd,
If to our Husbands we be try'd.

6.

And here's the misery alone,
We must have nothing but our own,
Oh give us Liberty, and we
Will never ask propriety.

7.

Alas how can a Kisse be sent,
From Rocky Cornwall into Kent
Or how can Sussex stretch an arm
To keep a Northern servant warm.

8.

Oh London! Centre of all Mirth,
Th' Epitome of English Earth;
All Provinces are in the streets,
And Warwick-shire with Essex meets.

9.

Then farewell Queen-street , and the Fields,
And Garden that such pleasure yields,
Oh who would such fair Lodgings change,
To nestle in a plunder'd Grange!

10.

Farewell good places old and new,
And Oxford Kates once more adieu;
But it goes unto our very hearts,
To leave the Cheese-cakes and the Tarts.

11.

Farewell Bridge-foot and Bear thereby,
And those bald-pates that stand so high,
We wish it from our very Souls,
That other Heads were on those powles.

12.

But whether hands of Parliament,
Or of Husbands, we're content,
Since all alike such Traytors be,
Both against us and Monarchy.