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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B070818.tech.</ITEM>
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<STC T="T">669.f.25[58]</STC>
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<VID>163863</VID>
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<HEAD>The Lamentation of a Bad Market:
OR,
The Disbanded Souldier.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IN Red-coat Raggs attired,</L>
<L>I wander up and down,</L>
<L>Since Fate and Foes con&s;pired,</L>
<L>thus to array me,</L>
<L>or betray me,</L>
<L>to the har&s;h cen&s;ure of the Town;</L>
<L>My Buffe doth make me Boots, my Velvet-coat and Scarlet</L>
<L>Which us'd to do me credit, with many a <HI>Sodom Harlot,</HI></L>
<L>Have bid me all adieu mo&s;t de&s;picable Valvet:</L>
<L><HI>Alas poor Souldier, whither wilt thou march?</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I've been in <HI>France</HI> and <HI>Holland,</HI></L>
<L>guided by my &s;tarrs,</L>
<L>I've been in <HI>Spain</HI> and <HI>Poland,</HI></L>
<L>I've been in <HI>Hungaria,</HI></L>
<L>in <HI>Greece</HI> and <HI>Italy.</HI></L>
<L>and &s;erved them in all their Wars;</L>
<L><HI>Brittain</HI> the&s;e 18 years has known my de&s;perate &s;laughter,</L>
<L>I've killed ten at one blow, even in a fit of laughter,</L>
<L>Cone home again and &s;mil'd, and ki&s;&s;'d my Landlords Daughter.</L>
<L><HI>Alas poor Souldier,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>My valour &s;o prevailed,</L>
<L>meeting with my Foes,</L>
<L>Which &s;trongly me a&s;&s;ailed;</L>
<L>Oh! &s;trange I wondred,</L>
<L>they were a hundred,</L>
<L>yet I routed them with few blowes;</L>
<L>This Fauchion by my &s;ide, has kill'd more men Ile &s;wear it,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Ajax</HI> ever did, alas he ne'er came near it,</L>
<L>Yea more then <HI>Priams</HI> Boy, or all that ere did hear it:</L>
<L><HI>Alas poor Souldier,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For King and Parliament,</L>
<L>I was a Prae&s;ter <HI>John,</HI></L>
<L>Devout was my intent;</L>
<L>I haunted Meetings,</L>
<L>u&s;ed zealous greetings,</L>
<L>crept full of Devotion;</L>
<L><HI>Smect<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="indecipherable" EXTENT="1 letter">m<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">s</HI> won me fir&s;t, then holy <HI>Nye</HI> prevail,</L>
<L>Then Captain <HI>Kifin</HI> flops me with <HI>John</HI> of <HI>Leydons</HI> Tail,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Fox</HI> and <HI>Naylo<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI> bangs me with <HI>Jacob Beamonds</HI> flail:</L>
<L><HI>Alas poor Souldier, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I did about this Nation,</L>
<L>hold forth my gifts and teach,</L>
<L>Maintained the tolleration;</L>
<L>the common &s;tory,</L>
<L>and Directory&punc;</L>
<L>I <HI>Damnd</HI> with the word (<HI>Preach</HI>)</L>
<L>Time was when all Trades f<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">i<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ed men counterfeitly zealous,</L>
<L>Turn'd Whining Snievling Pr<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ters, or kept a country Ale-hou&s;e,</L>
<L>Gat <HI>hand&s;om Wives</HI> turn'd Cuckolds howe're were very jealous:</L>
<L><HI>Alas poor Souldier,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The World doth know me well,</L>
<L>I ne're did peace de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e I could not tell,</L>
<L>of what behaviour,</L>
<L>I &s;hould &s;avour,</L>
<L>in a Field of Thundring fire;</L>
<L>When we had <HI>murdered</HI> King, confounded Church and State,</L>
<L><HI>Divided</HI> Parks <HI>and</HI> Fore&s;ts, Hou&s;es, Money, Plate,</L>
<L>We then did Peace de&s;ire to keep what we had gat:</L>
<L><HI>Alas poor Souldier, whither wilt thou march?</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Surplice was &s;urpli&s;age,</L>
<L>we Voted right or wrong,</L>
<L>Within that furious Age</L>
<L>of the Painted Gla&s;s,</L>
<L>oh Pictured Bra&s;s,</L>
<L>and Liturgie we made a Song.</L>
<L>Bi&s;hops and Bi&s;hops Lands were &s;uper&s;titious words,</L>
<L>Until in Souldiers hands, and &s;o were Kings and Lords;</L>
<L>But in fa&s;hion now again in &s;pight of all our Swords:</L>
<L><HI>Alas poor Souldier,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Some &s;ay I am for&s;aken</L>
<L>by the great men of the&s;e times,</L>
<L>And they're no whit mi&s;taken,</L>
<L>it is my Fate</L>
<L>to be out of date&punc;</L>
<L>my Ma&s;ters mo&s;t are guilty of &s;uch crimes;</L>
<L>Like an old Almanack I now but repre&s;ent,</L>
<L>How long &s;ince <HI>Edge-hill</HI> fight, or the Ri&s;ing was in <HI>Kent.</HI></L>
<L>Or &s;ince the di&s;&s;olution of the fir&s;t Long-Parliament.</L>
<L><HI>Alas poor Souldier,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Good <HI>Sirs</HI> what &s;hall I fancie,</L>
<L>amid&s;t the&s;e gloomy dayes?</L>
<L>Shall I goe Court brown <HI>Nancy,</HI></L>
<L>in a Countrey Town,</L>
<L>they'l call me Clown,</L>
<L>If I &s;ing them my Out-landi&s;h Playes;</L>
<L>Let me in inform their Nodle with my Heroick Spirit,</L>
<L>My Language and worth be&s;ides, tran&s;cend unto merit,</L>
<L>They'l not believe one word, what mortal fle&s;h can bear it?</L>
<L><HI>Alas poor Souldier,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Into the Countrey places,</L>
<L>I re&s;olve to goe,</L>
<L>Among&s;t tho&s;e Sun burut Faces,</L>
<L>I'le goe to Plough,</L>
<L>or keep a Cow;</L>
<L>'tis that my Ma&s;ters now again mu&s;t do:</L>
<L>Souldiers ye &s;ee will be of each Religion,</L>
<L>They're but like Stars, which when the true Sun ri&s;e they're gon;</L>
<L>Ile to the Countrey goe, and there Ile &s;erve Sir <HI>John:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I, I, 'tis thither, and thither will I goe.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Charles Gu&s;tavus,</HI> 1660.</P>
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