The English-french-mans' Address UPON HIS MAJESTY'S LATE Gracious Declaration Humbly showeth T HAT Your Dread Majesty By Ye 're Gracious Declaration hath set's Free Of our late Terrors whereas before we thought All our brave All 's would come at length to nought But now 't is o'er Had we gone Home again We could not tell which way for to Maintain Our Families In ENGLAND we can take E'en what Degrees we please and make The Gentry believe that 't is our Nation Suits all their Greatness in a Fur Bonne Fashion Me that came lately into ENGLISH Ground With Rags on Back where Vermin did abound Yet had a Sword though scarce a Shoe to foot Ay and a Shirt too though 't was black as foot Have found the ENGLISH Constitution so That I 'll be hanged  I to FRANCE will go Again in haste There I wanted bread Here of a Family I 'm become the head My Master loves me and doth still Protest Of his Servants the Mounsieur is the best For when with our Kick-shaws about they prance We Swear Begar 't is Ala Mode de FRANCE Thus we get into Favour and then we Are Parramount of all the Family We tell his Lordship that 't is nothing sitting De ENGLISH Cook should Rule his Lordship's Kitchen Swearing De ENGLISH Cook he cannot tell Which way to make De Bonne Potazie well He burns the Meat Begar and I do think His Sauce is musty and his Beef does stink You no smell my Lord Your Cold does spoil Your Scent and your Cook does beguile Your Honour and Me can't endure De ENGLISH Cook De Bonne French Serveture He is De best Begar Me dare to swear He 'd fit your Lordship to a very hair De ENGLISH Man Begar Me know is Stout But in the Carriage he is but a Lout Compared with De FRENCH He cannot Dance Nor Cheat's Lord with a Bonne Sir-Reverence Now wide the Ladies de Women are as Good To Curl the Hair and for to set the Hood As any in the world der's none does know How to do it like the French 't is we that show De ENGLISH Woman Me will tell you what De ENGLISH Woman nothing but talk and prate Me Tutor de Infant nay what is more Teach Men to play the Rogue and Wench the Whore When dat Me see a Bonne handsome Wench Out of pure love Me teach her Parlour French If she have Money den I strait will swear De French Man is in Love wide her Begar And 't is the best for her do all she can To Marry de fur bonne French Gentleman When the Gentleman does love the handsome Woman Not for his Wife but for to make her Common Then Me do go pretending to sell Lace And in a Point I oft a letter place To bring her to my Bow and then I Am feed by both hands for my Bawdry Thus we help one another and do displace The ENGLISH Servitures by thus disgrace Ing of them and through some Elusion Make the FRENCH happy with tother's Confusion Now if Your Majesty would have us swear Prescribe the Oath what 't is we do not Care So we can still reside here rather than we Should now go Home we 'll forswear Country And King and All For here we can Invade Your True Born Subjects by working on the Trade For which they served Should they do so in FRANCE Weed rather hang 'em then let them advance Themselves by our Professions let them not think Out of our Country they shall carry Chink No! we 're more wise we 'll first let them know What peril 't is the FRENCH does undergo At Home But yet in ENGLAND here 'Bove ENGLISHMEN 't is known we Domineer And shall do still Unless Your Majesty Prescribe to us a Day of Jubilee For we to one another are Good-willers And in Your Land Egyptian Caterpillars Robert Miller M. D. LONDON Printed in the Year 1666.