You talk of New England, I truely believe
Old England is grown new, & doth us deceive,
I'll ask you a question or two, by your leave,
And is not Old England grown new ?
Where are your old Souldiers with slashes and skars?
That never used drinking in no time of wars,
Nor shedding of bloud in mad drunken jars?
And is not Old England grown new?
New Captains are come that never did fight,
But with Pots in the day, and Punks in the Night,
And all their chief care is to keep their swords bright,
And is not Old England grown new?
Where are your old Swords, your bills, & your bows,
Your Bucklers and Targets that never feared blows?
They are turned to Steelettoes, with other fair shews,
And is not Old England grown new?
Where are your old Courtiers that used to ride,
With forty blew-coats and footmen beside?
They are turned to six horses, a coach with a guide,
And is not Old England grown new?
And what is become of your old English Cloaths,
Your long-sleeved doublet, and your trunk hose?
They are turned to French fashions, but what, the Lord
And is not Old England grown new?
Your Gallant & his Taylor some half year together,
To fit a new suit to a new hat and feather,
Of Gold, or of Silver, silk, cloath, stuff, or leather,
And is not Old England grown new?
We have new fashion'd beards, and new fashion'd locks,
And new fashion'd hats for your new pated blocks,
And more new diseases besides the French pox,
And is not Old England grown new?
New houses are built, and the old ones pull'd down,
Untill the new houses sell all the old ground,
And then the house stands like a horse in the pound,
And is not Old England grown new?
New fashions in houses, new fashions at table,
The old servants discharged, the new are more able,
And every old custome is but an old fable,
And is not Old England grown new?
New trickings, new goings, new measures, new paces,
New heads for your men, for your women new faces,
And twenty new tricks to mend their bad cases,
And is not Old England grown new?
New tricks in the Law, new tricks in the holds,
New bodies they have, they look for new souls
When the money is paid for the building of Paul's,
And is not Old England grown new?
Then talk you no more of New-England,
New-England is where Old England did stand,
New man'd ; New furnish'd, new fashion'd, new woman'd new
And is not Old England grown new?
