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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>An excellent Medley,</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L>Which you may admire at (without offence)</L>
<L>For every line &s;peakes a contrary fence.</L>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>The Tune is, <HI>Tarletons Medley.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>IN Summer time when folks make Hay,</L>
<L>All is not true that people &s;ay,</L>
<L>The Fool's the wi&s;e&s;t in the Play,</L>
<L>tu&s;h take away your hand.</L>
<L>The Fidlers boy hath broke his Ba&s;e,</L>
<L>Sirs is it not a pitteous ca&s;e,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t gallants loath to &s;mell the Mace,</L>
<L>of <HI>Wood&s;treet.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The City followes courtly pride,</L>
<L><HI>Ione</HI> &s;weares &s;he cannot <HI>Iohn</HI> abide,</L>
<L><HI>Dicke</HI> weares a Dagger by his &s;ide,</L>
<L>come tell us what's to pay.</L>
<L>The Lawyers thrives by others fall,</L>
<L>The weake&s;t alwayes goes to th'wall,</L>
<L>The Shoomaker commandeth all</L>
<L>at's plea&s;ure.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Weaver prayes for Hu&s;wiues &s;tore,</L>
<L>A pretty woman was <HI>Iane Shore,</HI></L>
<L>Kicke the ba&s;e Ra&s;call out oth doore,</L>
<L>peace, peace, you brawling curres.</L>
<L>A Couckolds band weares out behind,</L>
<L>'Tis ea&s;ie to beguild the blind,</L>
<L>All people are not of one mind,</L>
<L>hold Carman.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Our women cut their haire like men,</L>
<L>The Cock's ore-ma&s;tred by the Hen.</L>
<L>There's hardly one good friend in ten,</L>
<L>turne there on the right hand:</L>
<L>But few regard the cryes o'th poore,</L>
<L><HI>Will</HI> &s;pendeth all upon a whore,</L>
<L>The Souldier longeth to go o're,</L>
<L>brave knocking.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What &s;hall we doe in the&s;e &s;ad dayes?</L>
<L>Will not the wicked mend their wayes,</L>
<L>Some loo&s;e their lives in drunken frayes,</L>
<L>the pudding burnes to th'pot:</L>
<L>The Cooper &s;ayes the Tub's be pi&s;t,</L>
<L>The Cobler preaches what he li&s;t,</L>
<L>Their knavery now is manife&s;t,</L>
<L>hold halter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When the fifth <HI>Henry</HI> &s;ail'd to <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>Let me alone for a Country dance,</L>
<L><HI>Nell</HI> doth bewaile her luckle&s;&s;e chance,</L>
<L>fie on fal&s;e hearted men:</L>
<L><HI>Dicke Tarleton</HI> was a merry wagge,</L>
<L>Harke how that prating A&s;&s;e doth bragge.</L>
<L><HI>Iohn Dorv</HI> &s;old his ambling Nagge,</L>
<L>for Kick-&s;hawes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Saylor counts the Ship his hou&s;e,</L>
<L>Ile &s;ay no more but Duns the Mou&s;e,</L>
<L>He is no man that &s;cornes a Lou&s;e,</L>
<L>vaine pride undoes the Land:</L>
<L>Hard-hearted men makes Corne &s;o deare,</L>
<L>Few <HI>French-men</HI> love well <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> B&eacute;ere</L>
<L>I hope ere long good newes to heare,</L>
<L>hey Lu&s;tick,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now Hides are cheape, the Tanner thrives,</L>
<L>Hang tho&s;e ba&s;e knaves that beat their wives</L>
<L>He n&eacute;eds mu&s;t go whom the Devill drives,</L>
<L>God ble&s;&s;e us from a Gun:</L>
<L>The Beadles make the lame to runne,</L>
<L>Vaunt not before the battel's wonne,</L>
<L>A Cloud &s;ometimes may hide the &s;unne,</L>
<L>chance medley.</L>
</LG>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The &s;econd part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>THe Surgeon thrives by fencing &s;chooles,</L>
<L>Some for &s;trong liquor pawn their tooles,</L>
<L>For one wi&s;e man there's twenty fooles,</L>
<L>oh when &s;hall we be married?</L>
<L>In time of youth when I was wilde,</L>
<L>Who toucheth pitch &s;hall be defild,</L>
<L><HI>Mol</HI> is afraid that &s;he's with child,</L>
<L>peace <HI>Peter.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The poore &s;till hopes for better dayes,</L>
<L>I doe not love the&s;e long delayes,</L>
<L>All love and charity decayes,</L>
<L>in the dayes of old:</L>
<L>I'me very loath to pawn my cloak,</L>
<L>M&eacute;ere poverty doth me provoke,</L>
<L>They &s;ay a &s;cald head is &s;oon broke,</L>
<L>poore trading.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Harke, mother harke, there's newes in town,</L>
<L>What tell you me of halfe a Crowne,</L>
<L>Now the Exci&s;e is going downe,</L>
<L>thou prate&s;t like an A&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>I &s;corne the coyne give me the man,</L>
<L>Pray pledge the health Sir, I began,</L>
<L>I love King <HI>Charles</HI> &s;ay what you can,</L>
<L>God &s;ave him.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Dutch-men</HI> thrive by Sea and Land,</L>
<L>Women are Ships and mu&s;t be man'd,</L>
<L>Let's bravely to our colours &s;tand,</L>
<L>Courage my hearts of Gold:</L>
<L>I read in modern Hi&s;tories,</L>
<L>The King of <HI>Swedens</HI> victories,</L>
<L>At <HI>I&s;lington</HI> there's Pudding Pyes,</L>
<L>hot Cu&s;tards.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Tap&s;ter is undon by Chalk,</L>
<L>Tu&s;h tis in vaine to prate and talke,</L>
<L>The Parrat prattles, walke knaves, walke</L>
<L>Duke <HI>Humpher<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI> lies in <HI>Paules:</HI></L>
<L>The &s;ouldiers hath but &s;mall regard;</L>
<L>There's w&eacute;ekly newes in <HI>Pauls-Church Yard,</HI></L>
<L>The poore man cries the world grows hard,</L>
<L>cold winter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Heigh for <HI>New-England,</HI> hoy&s;e up &s;aile,</L>
<L>The truth is &s;trong and will prevaile,</L>
<L>Fill me a cup of nappy Ale,</L>
<L>hang care, the King's a comming,</L>
<L>This Egge hath long a hatching bin,</L>
<L>When you have done then w&eacute;e'll begin,</L>
<L>Oh what an age do we live in.</L>
<L>hang pinching.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From Long-lane cloath, &amp; Turn-&s;tile boots,</L>
<L>O fie upon the&s;e &s;cabbed Cootes,</L>
<L>The cheape&s;t meat is Reddi&s;h roots,</L>
<L>come, all for a penny:</L>
<L>Light my Tobacco quickly here,</L>
<L>There lies a pretty woman n&eacute;ere,</L>
<L>This Boy will come to naught I feare,</L>
<L>proud Coxcombe.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The world is full of odious &s;ins,</L>
<L>'Tis ten to one but this Hor&s;e wins,</L>
<L>Fools &s;et &s;tools to break wi&s;e mens &s;hins,</L>
<L>This man's more knave then foole,</L>
<L><HI>Iane</HI> oft in private m&eacute;ets with <HI>Tom,</HI></L>
<L>Hu&s;band thou art kindly welcome home,</L>
<L>Ha&s;t any money? lend me &s;ome,</L>
<L>I'me broken.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In ancient times all things were cheap,</L>
<L>'Tis good to look before you leap,</L>
<L>When Corn is ripe, 'tis time to reap,</L>
<L>once walking by the way.</L>
<L>A iealous man the Cuckow loathes,</L>
<L>The Gallant complements with Oathes,</L>
<L>A wench will make you &s;ell your cloathes,</L>
<L>runne Broker.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Courtiers and the Country man,</L>
<L>Let's live as hone&s;t as we can,</L>
<L>When <HI>Arthur</HI> fir&s;t in Court began,</L>
<L>his men wore hanging &s;l&eacute;eves.</L>
<L>In <HI>May</HI> when Gra&s;&s;e and Flowers green,</L>
<L>The &s;trange&s;t &s;ight that ere was &s;een,</L>
<L>God &s;end our graciou Kings and Queen</L>
<L>to <HI>London.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed at London for F. Grove.</P>
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