The Roxburghe ballads . tho Friends, Wine, and Books, make Lifes diadem shine,Love, Love is the Jewel that makes it [divine]. [0J. I. so fine. o-J>eHg*b>ft>— 2T!je Sobtal Petilar. THE collecting of hare-skins and rabbit-skins, in barter for his points andpins, with laces and braces, and other pretty things, was no small part of aPedlars trade. Two distinct ballads in the Roxburghe Collection (III. 184, andIII. 656) relate the knaveries of a Proud Pedlar, cheating the girls who trustedhim. Ballad-singers held privileges, and did not always sing Virginibus puerisquein conventicle hymns.
The Roxburghe ballads . tho Friends, Wine, and Books, make Lifes diadem shine,Love, Love is the Jewel that makes it [divine]. [0J. I. so fine. o-J>eHg*b>ft>— 2T!je Sobtal Petilar. THE collecting of hare-skins and rabbit-skins, in barter for his points andpins, with laces and braces, and other pretty things, was no small part of aPedlars trade. Two distinct ballads in the Roxburghe Collection (III. 184, andIII. 656) relate the knaveries of a Proud Pedlar, cheating the girls who trustedhim. Ballad-singers held privileges, and did not always sing Virginibus puerisquein conventicle hymns. There is no compulsion to read these two ditties ; thefirst of which is reprinted from a mutilated but unique exemplar. The other isa modern slip-song, which we divide for a substantial reason, to save space. 49 [Eoxburghc Collection, III. 184, Mutilated throughout, but apparently unique.] C6e 3lot)iall Pettier; ox,& mcrrg ntto Bfttg, iriljtrf) is botfj fyarmlcsse, pleasant, anti flUtttg. To a Pleasant New fPHere was [a] Joviall Pedler, and he cryde cony skins, JL [An]d on his back he had a pack [fu]ll of points and pins, [Wjith laces and braces, [an]d other prety things. Hey down, ho down ! with a hey down, doivn, Down, derry, derry, doivn, the Pedler never litis, [ling = stops. But still doth cry, so merry merrily,• Maids, have you any Cony, Cony-skins? 13 Maids, bring out your Cony-skins, the Pedler doth you pray ;For tben you may have points or pins, be they black or gray ; [Lines are lost from the first column, the rest being torn away ] 2f> The Pedler to an Ale-house went and calld for beere and ale,In midst of all his merriment his purse began to laces and braces and all his prety things : Hey down, With a hey down, down, Doivn. 39 When he came to pay the shot his heart grew very cold,For he had broke a black pot, which made his Ostesse scold,And all his money spent, which made him to lament, Hey doivn, With a hey [etc.] 52 VOL. VII. E 50 The Jov
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