The Roxburghe ballads . h Cane in hand he overcome me,And took away my Mistress from me : For I confess I love a Wench, Be she English, Irish, Butch, or French. Have at all! 56 A Souldiers life is not like mine,I will be plump when he shall pine !My Projects carry stronger forceThan all his armed Foot and Horse : What though his Mortar-peeces roar, My Chimney-peeces shall do more, Have at all ! 63 Thus I have given you, in short,A courtier of Utopian write not of Beligion,For (to tell truly) we have any me to question call,With pen or sword, Hah NaVs the word, Have at all ! 70
The Roxburghe ballads . h Cane in hand he overcome me,And took away my Mistress from me : For I confess I love a Wench, Be she English, Irish, Butch, or French. Have at all! 56 A Souldiers life is not like mine,I will be plump when he shall pine !My Projects carry stronger forceThan all his armed Foot and Horse : What though his Mortar-peeces roar, My Chimney-peeces shall do more, Have at all ! 63 Thus I have given you, in short,A courtier of Utopian write not of Beligion,For (to tell truly) we have any me to question call,With pen or sword, Hah NaVs the word, Have at all ! 70 Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, T. Passingcr.[Black-letter. Sec Note of Cuts on p. 265 : one is on p. 285. Date, 1660-62.] 268 [Roxburge Collection, III. 47C. See Notes, p. 269, and end.] <&hz ^omb0 tn »0tmtti0tfr 0bbcp. Z# gung bpBrotj&rc popplttodl in tfy manner of Chanting in aCatJjtfiraTt Tune, in imitation of the Old Soldiers. [See p. 272.] UI&JfcU&^&^XUK%J. **ss!mzsmmm&mssmsss$ssss^ \You must suppose it to be Easter Holy - Day s: At what time Sisly and Doll,Kate and Peggy, Moll and Nan, are marching to Westminster, xcith a LeashofPrentices before em ; who go rowing themselves along ivith their right armsto make more haste, and now and then with a greasie Muchender wipe away thedripping that bastes their foreheads. At the door they meet a crowd q/-WappingSeamen, Southwark Broom-men, the Inhabitants of the Bank-side, with aButcher or two prickd in among them. There awhile they stand gaping forthe Master of the Show, staring upon the suburbs of their dearest delight, justas they stand gaping upon the painted Cloath before they go into the Poppet-play. By and by they hear the Bunch of Keys, which rejoyces their heartslike the sound of the Pancake-bell. For now the Man of Comfort peeps overthe Spikes, and beholding such a learned auditory, opens the Gates of Paradise,and by that time they are half got into the first Ohappel {for time is v
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