The True English Prophet: OR, ENGLAND'S Happiness A Hundred Years Hence,  
To a New Playhouse Tune.  
Licenced according to Order.  

I.  
COme cheer up your Hearts, Boys, & all hands to Work,  
We'll be Happy and Blessed, spite of Devil and Turk;  
Our Land you must know, we shall one day see flow  
With that dear Milk and Honey,  
Called Plenty and Money,  
If we can but a little with Patience dispense,  
Those Blessed Days will be Ours all a Hundred Year's hence,   

II.  
By that time our Foes will be all Dead and Rotten,  
Our Quarrels all hushed, and our Troubles forgotten;  
His Gout, Stone and Pox, will have then done the work  
Of Europe's Old Bloodhound,  
The most Christian Turk:  
For Lucifer waits his New Reign to Commence,  
And all long before a Hundred Years hence.   

III.  
Our Taxes we'll hearty pay in our Turns,  
Count it which way you please, for our Heads or our Horns  
We shall see that blessed Day, when we ne'er shall be poor,  
If our Wives have not sent us  
To Heaven long before.  
Peace, Blessing, and Plenty, their Smiles will dispense  
At furthest within one poor Hundred Years hence.   

iv  
And what, tho' thus long we have mourned the sad wants  
Of a Glass of good Bourdeaux, and Cup of fine Nants,  
We then shall have Wine, and Brandy most certain,  
A Quart for a Shilling,  
And Twopences a Quartern;  
For the Generous French will that Favour dispense,  
If we happen to live but a Hundred Years hence.   

V  
'Tis true, no great store of Coin we can boast,  
Our Wealth and our Silver, alas, are Rid Post;  
But what, though the Clippers and Coiners have sniped it,  
And o'er the Herring-Pond  
The Wars they have whipped it,  
We shall role in Milled Crowns, Pounds, Shillings & Pence,  
If we live and do well but a Hundred Years hence.   

VI  
In a Hundred Years time, how the World we shall settle,  
We shall certainly then have quite mended our Kettle,  
Our Disputes and our Titles, will then be Adjusted,  
And Monsieur by that time  
Perhaps may be trusted:  
Then England to France her smiles shall dispense  
In a General Peace a Hundred Years hence.   

VII.  
In Wedding, and Bedding, and Gossipping Rates.  
Tho' we now pay for Kissing, and getting of Brats;  
Our Grandsons will lay the young Girls on their Back.  
In the fear of the Lord,  
And without fear of Tax;  
Without Socket-Money, or Christening Expense,  
Take up the Smock Cheaper a Hundred Years hence.   

VIII.  
And what tho' our Citizens honest good People,  
In hopes of a New, and a swinging Paul's Steeple,  
Stand Gaping to see it Rise higher and higher;  
Whilst we Raise by our Coals  
What we Lost by our Fire,  
With that small yearly Rent they'll easily dispense:  
For Paul's will be Built in a Hundred Years hence,   

IX.  
Nay, the Bank Bills that Swaggered so high, tho' of lat●  
They're Dwindled to Twenty per Century Rebate,  
If you'll stay but a while, and be but so Civil  
To wait but till Knavery  
Is gone to the Devil;  
By that time they'll hold up their Heads, and speak sen●…  
If you can but have Patience t' a Hundred Years hence.   

X.  
The City will, then make their Orphans all Rich,  
Have paid off their Bedlam-Score, Mum-Glass and Dit●  
Oar Casements and Windows, that now pay their Light;  
And all to the making  
Our Silver more Bright;  
Will Crown with full Glory our Shillings and Pence:  
For our Mint will Shine out a Hundred Years hence.   

XI.  
But now, without Rallying or Joque, let's agree,  
To pay our Great Caesar our Hand, Heart and Knee;  
The Hero, whose Sword for our Liberty Draws,  
Who faces Blood, Danger,  
And Death in Our Cause;  
Some few Months, we hope, will his warm Beams dispe●,  
And our Heirs Bless his Name a Hundred Years hence.    

LONDON; Printed for T. Allbridge in Southwark 16●7