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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
church_n	day_n	sabbath_n	week_n	6,281	5	10.0050	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B01498	Alas poore trades-men what shall we do? Or, Londons complaint through badnesse of trading, for work being scant, their substance is fadeing. To the tune of , Hallow my fancy whether wilt thou goe?		1646 (1646)	Wing A837A; Interim Tract Supplement Guide BR f 821.04 B49[38]	1,126	1

Alas poore Trades-men what shall we do OR LONDONS Complaint through badnesse of Trading For work being scant their substance is fadeing To the Tune of Hallow my Fancy Whether Wilt thou good A Midst of melancholly trading out of my store I found my substance fading all my haushold viewing which to ruine Falls daily more and more Forth then I went And walkt about the City Where I beheld What mov'd my heart with pity And being home returned I thought upon this ditty Alas poor Trades-men What shall we doe Shops Shops Shops I discry now With Windows ready shut They 'l neither sell nor buy new Whilst our L●rds and Gentry are i th Countrey the more is our griefe god-wott Woe to the causers Of this seperation Which bred the civill Wars in this Nation It is the greatest cause Of Londons long vacation Alas poore Trades-men What shall we doe Forts in the fields new erected Where multitudes do run To sóe the same effected All their judgement spending and commending the same to be well done But yet I feare Our digging and our ramming Scarse can defend The poorest sort from famine For all the rich may have As much as they can cramme in Alas poore trades-men What shall we doe One may perhaps have large whil'st thousand more complaine● Oppressed with their charge All this care and toyling with for moyling affords but little gains In hopes of peace Our elves have deluded That on our store So far we have intruded Except a happy peace Amongst us be concluded Alas poore trades-men What shall we doe The second Part To the same Tune COrn God be thank't is not scant yet and yet for ought we know The poorer sort may want it In the midst of plenty more than twenty have found it to be so For if they have not Money for to buy it The richer sort they Have hearts for to deny it If that you l not beleeve me You 'l finde it when you try it Alas poore trades-men What c. Whilst we were wel imploied and néed not for to play We plenty then enjoyed Every wéeke a Noble clear without trouble is better than eight pence a day Yet on the Sabbath day We used to rest us And went to'th Church To pray and God hath blest us But since the civill wars Begun for to molest us Alas poore trades-men What c. All things so out of order the Father kills the Son Yet this they count no murder Wars are necessary oh no but tarry I wish they 'd not bin begun For where a Kingdom Is of it selfe divided And people knows not By whom they should be guided It is too great a matter By me to be decided Alas poore trades-men What c. Now to conclude my ditty the Lord send England peace And plenty in this City Grant the land may flourish long for to nourish us with her blest increase Our Gracious King The Lord preserve and blesse Him With safe return To them that long do misse him And send him to remain With them that well do wish him Alas poor trades-men What shall we doe FINIS LONDON Printed for Francis Grove