The Roxburghe ballads . acation,When Cabbage was scarce, and when Pocket was low,For the sake of good liquor pretended a passionTo one that sold Ale in a Cuckoldy Row : Now a Louse made him itch, here a scratch, there a stitch,And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho ! 472 [Roxburghe Coll., II. 263, IV. 27 ; Pepys, III. 336; Jer., I. 64 =Zind., 1206.] jaoor Tom tt)e Caplor, !£i0 ILamematton* (EHbing an Account boto rjc picfct up a fHiss near tJic Maypole m tfjeStrand, anti also Jjobi f)c ijantJEti J)cr to % jFatr, inhere rjetrcatco Ijcr berg gcncrouslu ; but, according to tfjc olo proberb, sbicet meat m
The Roxburghe ballads . acation,When Cabbage was scarce, and when Pocket was low,For the sake of good liquor pretended a passionTo one that sold Ale in a Cuckoldy Row : Now a Louse made him itch, here a scratch, there a stitch,And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho ! 472 [Roxburghe Coll., II. 263, IV. 27 ; Pepys, III. 336; Jer., I. 64 =Zind., 1206.] jaoor Tom tt)e Caplor, !£i0 ILamematton* (EHbing an Account boto rjc picfct up a fHiss near tJic Maypole m tfjeStrand, anti also Jjobi f)c ijantJEti J)cr to % jFatr, inhere rjetrcatco Ijcr berg gcncrouslu ; but, according to tfjc olo proberb, sbicet meat must Jjabe sobicr sauce, for brijile fjc boas safea snoring in Bco sfje berg ticrtcrouslg pfriua bjs packet,Icabing ]jim to pag tfje Eechoning, biitfjout cber a penng inhjs purse. Cf)ts unfortunate Disaster mag tocll be a blamingto all tfje STaglors in or about London to forsake tfc-cir oIdaccustomed tricks, setting poor Tom before tfc-em as an example. To the Tune of, Daniel Cooper. [See p. 152 ; Bagford Ballads, 603.]. TOm the Taylor near the Strand, he met a pretty Creature,He kindly took her by the hand, andvowd that he would treat her;He was kind and gave her wine, a glass of good Canary;She was fair as might compare, and Tom was brisk and airy. When Tommy he did court his Miss, he called her his honey, But she Mould not admit a kiss, before she saw his money ; But when she did behold his cnyn, she was well contented, Every penny shall be mine, thy pockets shall be emptyed. 16 Poor Tom the Taylors Lamentation. 473 She [was] arrayd in Flowerd Silk, and in costly Laces,With a skin as white as milk; these was sweet imbraces !She called him her only joy, and vowd shed ner deceive him,As long as he had ere a Groat, she would never leave him. Straight they were conveyd to bed, he fell soon a snoring, Then a trick came in her head, to fit him for his whoring : By slight of hand she pickt his purse, and what did follow after ? She left him all the shot to pay, like a cunning sharp
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