Let the Brothels of Paris be opened

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"Let the Brothels of Paris be opened "With many an alluring dance "To awake the Pestilence thro' the city," Said the beautiful Queen of France.

The King awoke on his couch of gold, As soon as he heard these tidings told: "Arise & come, both fife & drum, "And the Famine shall eat both crust & crumb."

Then he swore a great & solemn Oath: "To kill the people I am loth, But if they rebel, they must go to hell: They shall have a Priest & a passing bell."

Then old Nobodaddy aloft Farted & belch'd & cough'd, And said, "I love hanging & drawing & quartering "Every bit as well as war & slaughtering. "Damn praying & singing, "Unless they will bring in "The blood of ten thousand by fighting or swinging."

The Queen of France just touched this Globe, And the Pestilence darted from her robe; But our good Queen quite grows to the ground, And a great many suckers grow all around.

Fayette beside King Lewis stood; He saw him sign his hand; And soon he saw the famine rage About the fruitful land.

Fayette beheld the Queen to smile And wink her lovely eye; And soon he saw the pestilence From street to street to fly.

Fayette beheld the King & Queen In tears & iron bound; But mute Fayette wept tear for tear, And guarded them around.

Fayette, Fayette, thou'rt bought & sold, And sold is thy happy morrow; Thou gavest the tears of Pity away In exchange for the tears of sorrow.

Who will exchange his own fire side For the steps of another's door? Who will exchange his wheaten loaf For the links of a dungeon floor?

O, who would smile on the wintry seas, & Pity the stormy roar? Or who will exchange his new born child For the dog at the wintry door?

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Let the Brothels of Paris be opened With many an alluring dance To awake the Physicians thro the city Said the beautiful Queen of France

Then old Nobodaddy aloft Farted & belchd & coughd And said I love hanging & drawing & quartering Every bit as well as war & slaughtering

Then he swore a great & solemn Oath To kill the people I am loth But If they rebel they must go to hell They shall have a Priest & a passing bell

The King awoke on his couch of gold As soon as he heard these tidings told Arise & come both fife & drum And the [Famine] shall eat both crust & crumb

The Queen of France just touchd this Globe And the Pestilence darted from her robe But our good Queen quite grows to the ground And a great many suckers grow all around

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Who will exchange his own fire side For the stone of anothers door Who will exchange his wheaten loaf For the links of a dungeon floor

Fayette beheld the King & Queen In curses & iron boundt But mute Fayette wept tear for tear And guarded them around

O who would smile on the wintry seas & Pity the stormy roar Or who will exchange his new born child For the dog at the wintry door