The Roxburghe ballads . though a excelled all the Wranglers in 1890). Mathematical pedants of the thirdsex imagine evil, pruriently, whenever a Prior comes into residence after a Nunn,freshly illustrating the truth, Honi Soit qui mal y pense ! Unworthy of being aCensor Morum, or Guardian, such a tutor always remains a Ward. %* Tune of the ballad named as The Kings Belight (see vol. iv. p. 515) ;another name, Turn-coat, meaning A Turncoat of the limes, indicates a balladbeginning As I was walking through Hyde Park as I usd to do. It wasreprinted in vol. iv. p. 517 ; its alternative
The Roxburghe ballads . though a excelled all the Wranglers in 1890). Mathematical pedants of the thirdsex imagine evil, pruriently, whenever a Prior comes into residence after a Nunn,freshly illustrating the truth, Honi Soit qui mal y pense ! Unworthy of being aCensor Morum, or Guardian, such a tutor always remains a Ward. %* Tune of the ballad named as The Kings Belight (see vol. iv. p. 515) ;another name, Turn-coat, meaning A Turncoat of the limes, indicates a balladbeginning As I was walking through Hyde Park as I usd to do. It wasreprinted in vol. iv. p. 517 ; its alternative tune-name, T,ue love is a gift for aQueen, remaining at present without identification. To the same tune was sung The Forsaken Maids Frolic, on p. 380. 8 37G [Roxb., II. 241; Bag., I. 81; £u., 155; Pepys, III. 222; Rawl.,61; Lind.,598.] €l)elftmgt)t and tfce Begger**Kttencih Which doth a wanton Prank unfold,In as merry a Story as ever was told. To the Tune of, The Kings Delight; or, Turn- Coat, &c. [See p. 375.]. I Met with a jovial Beggar, and into the fields I led her,And I l[ighted from Horse] on the ground;Her face did not invite me, nor her smock did much delight me, But 1 think the young w[ench] was Ladies both fresh and gay I often did sport and play;Yet a Beggar Ill take, for varieties sake : Shell please me as well as they. 7 I have a good Wife, as fair as ever drew English air, Her pleasure is past compare ;Her cherry lips, cheeks, and eyes, her be[autiful] breast, a [prize] Might any but I suffice ;With her I so often play, and weary my time away,That a fouler to me would be fairer than she, Variety wins the day ! 14 This Beggar I should describe, without any hope of bribe, Was one of the Maunding tribe ; [»,«, Begging. She had a fine foot and leg, as nimble as doe or stag;And then she began to beg: So soon as my horse she sees, she fell down upon her knees, The sv[ench] had a sack, that hung at her back, Well furnishd with bread and cheese. 21 The K
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