ENGLAND's JOY, For the Taking off The Chimney-Money, OR, The NATIONS Hearty Thanks for their MAJESTY'S Royal Clemency.  
Tune of, hay Boys up gh we.  Licenced, and Entered according to Order. 
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COme, England, make a joyful Day,  
our Gracious King an Queen  
Have took the Chimney-Tax away,  
has so vexatious been:  
Collectors now must all go down,  
who were such frightful Evils,  
That one would scare a Country-Town,  
as much as twenty Devils.   

The Good old Dames when ever they  
the Chimney Man espied;  
Unto their Nooks they'd hast away,  
their Pots, and Pipkins hid:  
But now those Bugbears are plucked down,  
you hated thus to see;  
You now may use what e'er's your own,  
from straining you are free.   
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There is not one Old Dame in Ten,  
and search the Nation through;  
But when you talk of Chimney Men,  
shall spare a Curse or two:  
Let us unto our Gracious King,  
our grateful thanks repay,  
For doing such a generous thing,  
as take this Tax away.   

Now happy Times are coming on,  
let's pray that they may last;  
For now the Chimney Tax is gone,  
our chiefest care is past:  
We'll in our Country Cottage sing,  
and push the jugg about;  
We'll drink an Health unto our King,  
till all our Liquour's out.   

No Nation e'er could be more blest,  
or greater ease enjoy;  
We of those Rights are repossessed,  
which Popery did destroy:  
From cares and fears we are set free,  
our King such Bounty gives;  
Each Man enjoys his Liberty,  
and like a Prince he lives.   

The Chimney-Money, which oppressed  
the people that are poor;  
Such grievances are now redressed,  
and will be felt no more:  
How blest and happy is our Land,  
in such a Gracious King,  
Whose Noble Heart and Giving Hand,  
doth all these Blessings bring?   

The Country Wives now need not fear  
to bring their Pewter forth;  
Or let their shining shelves declare  
their Cleanliness and Worth:  
For Chimney Men no more will come  
or take your Goods away;  
You safely may enjoy your home,  
there's no such Tax to pay.   

Our loving Gracious King and Queen.  
may Heaven ever bless;  
God give them both a Prosperous Reign  
and Crown their Happiness;  
May they those Enemies destroy,  
that 'gainst them do Conspire;  
And may they here on Earth enjoy.  
all Blessings they desire.    

Printed for A. Milbourn, and sold by R. Hayhurst, in Little-Britain