Have you heard, my good neighbours, the wonderful news

Have you heard, my good neighbours, the wonderful news,
How the French are no longer to wear wooden shoes?
How the nobles their titles agree to forget?
And with cobler and prince 'tis hey fellow well met!
Sing kick down distinction, kick off wooden shoes,
Sing brotherly love betwixt Christians and Jews,
Oh rare, O rare!
Yea and nay, thee and thou,
Is now
All the rage,
The year ninety's the date of the true golden age,
Let every French frizeur then die in despair,
For freedom's the word, and a straight head of hair.

The stage for this play, I had almost said farce,
Was of all other places the grand field of Mars,
They erected their castle of liberty there,
Where Mongolfier went up in his castle of air.
Sing kick down distinction, &c.

So substantial's become what was formerly froth,
That they who could never be trusted on oath,
Are now, to the wonder of each other nation,
Like quakers believed on their bare affirmation.
Sing kick down distinction, &c.

Such virtue as this to the world must be dear,
But woe to us all if it once should come here;
It transforms the most dressy to so many quakers,
And makes even lords pay their butchers and bakers.
Sing kick down distinction, &c.

Adieu ye fair dames to cards, scandal, and tea,
Adieu Scotch and Welchmen to proud pedigree,
Madam Virtue is coming to lead vice a dance,
And all follow fashions imported from France.
Sing kick down distinction, &c.

Ye men of the robe your sad fortune deplore,
Burn your wigs, for your foul occupation's no more;
Fair truth in each action shall find out a flaw,
And justice, turned counsel, shall supercede law.
Sing kick down distinction, &c.

Then publish the tidings through fame's mighty rolls,
In England, and Lapland, and under the poles,
For men are turn'd angels, and brutes are turn'd men,
And Eden, not Chaos, is come back again.
Sing kick down distinction, &c.