The Roxburghe ballads . es, if you please to spare but my life. Ever since then she bears such a sway, that I am fored her Laws to obey,She is the Cock and I am the Hen: this is my case, Oh ! pity me then. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Beacon, J. Blare, and /. Back. [In Black-letter. Four woodcuts: 1st, man, p. 249, left; 2nd, p. 176,reversed; 3rd, woman, of Baoford Ballads, p. 949; 4th, man kneeling. Date,1685, the tune being Dr. Walter Popes Song, The Old Mans Wish, 1684, If I live to grow old, for I find I go down. See fur it our vol. vi. p. 507.] 475 [Pepys Collection, III. 343; Douce, I. 35
The Roxburghe ballads . es, if you please to spare but my life. Ever since then she bears such a sway, that I am fored her Laws to obey,She is the Cock and I am the Hen: this is my case, Oh ! pity me then. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Beacon, J. Blare, and /. Back. [In Black-letter. Four woodcuts: 1st, man, p. 249, left; 2nd, p. 176,reversed; 3rd, woman, of Baoford Ballads, p. 949; 4th, man kneeling. Date,1685, the tune being Dr. Walter Popes Song, The Old Mans Wish, 1684, If I live to grow old, for I find I go down. See fur it our vol. vi. p. 507.] 475 [Pepys Collection, III. 343; Douce, I. 35 verso.] C6e Country a^aioens Lamentation for t&e Loss of bee Caplor: flSEfjo, after pretence of a great Deal of 3Lobe, ran away with herclothes, ano left fjcr Destitute bot|j of clotijes ano stoectf)cart. Maidens beware, who have not known the Tricks and Humours of the Town ;For you will find that there are many who of a Maid will make a penny. To the Tune of, Ladies of London [see p. 25. Licensed, R. P., 1685-88.]. THere came up a Lass from a Country Town, intending to live in the City,In steeple-crown Hat, and a Paragon Gown, who thought her self wondrouspretty;Her Petticoat serge, her Stockings were green, her Smock cut out of a sheet, Sir ;And under [it all, was seldom yet] seen [so fair a young maid for the street], Sir. With joyful heart and a pretty full purse, she came to this city of London,Little expecting to meet with a curse, by which she should quickly be had not been here a fortnight in Town, ere a Pricklouse began for to wooe her,Who quickly made bold for to [covet] her gown, & [steal] her petticoat too, Sir. Lt ivas in the season of Cucumber-time, when Taylors were sharp at their Needles,When ninety were scarce as weighty as nine, their bodies were grown so their first progress was evry day to their Chappel, [Martins] in the Fields, Sir,There kneel down in clusters and heartily pray [it may be,] to the Deil, Sir. Note.—In general, Tom t
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