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<HEAD>The Knight and the Beggar-Wench.</HEAD>
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<L>Which doth a wanton prank unfold,</L>
<L>In as merry a &s;tory as ever was told.</L>
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<OPENER>The Tune is, The Kings delight, or Turn-Coat.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L><HI>I</HI> Met with a jovial Beggar</L>
<L>And into the Fields <HI>I</HI> led her,</L>
<L>and <HI>I</HI> laid her upon the ground;</L>
<L>Her face did not invite m&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Nor her &s;mock did much delight m&eacute;e</L>
<L>but <HI>I</HI> think the young whore was &s;ound;</L>
<L>With Ladies both fre&s;h and gay</L>
<L>I often did &s;port and play,</L>
<L>yet a Beggar I'le take</L>
<L>for varieties &s;ake,</L>
<L>She'l plea&s;e mee as well as they.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I have a good Wife, as fair</L>
<L>As ever drew Engli&s;h aire</L>
<L>her plea&s;ure is pa&s;t compare,</L>
<L>Her cherry lips, che&eacute;ks, and eyes,</L>
<L>Her belly, her brea&s;t, and thighs,</L>
<L>might any but I &s;uffice,</L>
<L>With her <HI>I</HI> &s;o often play</L>
<L>And weary my time away</L>
<L>That a fouler to m&eacute;e</L>
<L>Would be fairer than &s;h&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Variety wins the day,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This Beggar <HI>I</HI> &s;hall de&s;cribe,</L>
<L>Without any hope of bribe,</L>
<L>was one of the maunding tribe</L>
<L>Shee had a fine foot and leg,</L>
<L>As nimble as Doe or Stag,</L>
<L>and then &s;he began to begg;</L>
<L>So &s;oon as my Hor&s;e &s;h&eacute;e &s;ees</L>
<L>She fell down upon her kn&eacute;es,</L>
<L>The whore had a &s;ack</L>
<L>That hung at her back</L>
<L>Well furni&s;h'd with Bread and Ch&eacute;e&s;e,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She &s;truck m&eacute;e into a dump</L>
<L>The jade was both young and plump,</L>
<L>with a round, and a ranting Rump;</L>
<L>Her feature had &s;o much force,</L>
<L>It rai&s;ed in m&eacute;e remor&s;e</L>
<L>and drew m&eacute;e quite off my Hor&s;e,</L>
<L>But when I began to wooe</L>
<L>She told m&eacute;e &s;he would not doo,</L>
<L>Quoth I pretty Mort,</L>
<L>Let m&eacute;e &s;hew th&eacute;e &s;ome &s;port</L>
<L>Shee ki&s;t m&eacute;e, and an&s;wered no,</L>
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<LG>
<L>My Hor&s;e to a twig <HI>I</HI> ty'd,</L>
<L>the begger-wench then reply'd</L>
<L>good Ma&s;ter get up and ride,</L>
<L>Yes &s;o <HI>I</HI> will &s;traight (thought <HI>I</HI>)</L>
<L>With that <HI>I</HI> drew &s;omething nigh</L>
<L>&s;he &s;trugled and cry'd fy, fy,</L>
<L>I am but a Beggar by breed,</L>
<L>Quoth I let m&eacute;e do this d&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>For he that will &s;corn</L>
<L>A Beggar-wench born</L>
<L>May want a good turn at n&eacute;ed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then into her Arms I claps,</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he now <HI>I</HI>'m in your traps,</L>
<L>what &s;hall I do with &s;craps</L>
<L>Throw them in the bu&s;h &s;aid I,</L>
<L>No, no, &s;he did &s;treight reply</L>
<L>there's Pig, and Pudding and Pie</L>
<L>We begg for better or wor&s;e,</L>
<L>My ble&s;&s;ings I will not cur&s;e,</L>
<L>Why then quoth <HI>I,</HI></L>
<L>Go run pre&s;ently,</L>
<L>And throw it a 'thwart my hor&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She then (in a merry veyne)</L>
<L>Did trip to m&eacute;e back again,</L>
<L>to put m&eacute;e out of my pain,</L>
<L>She dazelled &s;o my &s;ight,</L>
<L>That neither by day or night,</L>
<L>I ever had &s;uch delight,</L>
<L>So clo&s;e to m&eacute;e now &s;he clings</L>
<L>And flutters abroad her wings,</L>
<L>But my ba&s;hful jade</L>
<L>A&s;ham'd of the trade</L>
<L>Brake loo&s;e and away he flings.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>I</HI> ri&s;e and away ran I,</L>
<L>The Beggar-wench then did cry,</L>
<L>my Pig and my Pudding and Pie</L>
<L>I ran and <HI>I</HI> cur&s;'d and &s;wore,</L>
<L>Untill I came to my door,</L>
<L>but the Hor&s;e was get home before</L>
<L>I bad the wench &s;tay behind,</L>
<L>And told her <HI>I</HI> would be kind,</L>
<L>But when I came home</L>
<L>I look'd like a Mome,</L>
<L>I wi&s;h'd that I had b&eacute;en blind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Wife and my neighbours all</L>
<L>Did laugh, ye might hear 'em bawl</L>
<L>from <HI>Temple Bar</HI> to <HI>White-Hall,</HI></L>
<L>my &s;weet-hearts provant was found</L>
<L>Which lay in the wallet bound,</L>
<L>and &s;catter'd about the ground,</L>
<L>The &s;ight of my wife did daunt,</L>
<L>and make my heart prick and pant</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Thomas</HI> quoth &s;he,</L>
<L>(And &s;pake merrily)</L>
<L>Where get you this good provant?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thought I, it is be&s;t bear up,</L>
<L>Although of this venemous Cup,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> take but a &s;orrowful &s;up,</L>
<L>In the twinckling of ones eyes,</L>
<L>I thought of a thou&s;and lyes,</L>
<L>but nere a one would &s;uffice;</L>
<L>I many things had in doubt,</L>
<L>Yet could not wel bring 'em about,</L>
<L>As I went to begin</L>
<L>The wench came in,</L>
<L>And &s;o came the &s;tory out.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Lady did laugh out-right,</L>
<L>As if &s;he had much delight</L>
<L>But I found it not &s;o at night;</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> gave the poor-wench a pe<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">e,</L>
<L>But wi&s;ht &s;he had been in <HI>Greece</HI></L>
<L>to tell &s;uch a tale as this,</L>
<L>My Madam doth make it &s;light,</L>
<L>But I have got nothing by't,</L>
<L>for when &s;he wants of her wi&s;h</L>
<L>it is thrown in my di&s;h,</L>
<L>I'd better been hang'd out-right,</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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