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THE PRINCESS ROYAL'S DOWRY by ANONYMOUS

First Line: NOW IS NOT THIS A PIECE OF WORK
Last Line: "THE MARROW FROM OUR BONES, SIR"
Subject(s): COURTS & COURTIERS;TAXES;
Now is not this a piece of work
And pretty botheration,
Our Princess Royal has got a man
Without any hesitation;
And a wedding portion she has got,
But how much? the people axes,
Forty thousand pounds at once she got,
Likewise eight thousand yearly,
The people will be taxed to pay
To the Princess Royal dearly.

Lord Palmerston he did declare
He'd quickly tax the nation
To support the Princess Royal
In her proper rank and station.
They'll tax the deaf, the lame, the blind,
To help to pay expenses;
With a double tax on all the girls
That's flounced up to the hainches.

* * *

They're going to tax the farmer lads
That harrows, ploughs, and ditches,
They'll lay a tax on powdered wigs,
And all the livery breeches,
They'll tax us all, both old and young,
To support these idle drones, sir,
That does nothing else but suck
The marrow from our bones, sir.



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