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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>A new Ballad, &s;hewing the great mi&s;ery &s;u&s;tained by a poore man in <HI>E&s;sex,</HI> his Wife and Children: with other &s;trange things done by the Devill.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the tune of, The rich Merchant man.</OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>A poore <HI>E&s;&s;ex</HI> man</L>
<L>that was in great di&s;tre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t bitterly made his complaint,</L>
<L>in griefe and heavine&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Through &s;carcity and want,</L>
<L>he was oppre&s;&s;ed &s;ore,</L>
<L>He could not find his children bread,</L>
<L>he was &s;o extreme poore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His &s;illy wife God wot,</L>
<L>being lately brought to bed,</L>
<L>With her poore Infants at her bre&s;t</L>
<L>had neither drinke nor bread.</L>
<L>A wofull lying in</L>
<L>was this, the Lord doth know,</L>
<L>God k&eacute;ep all hone&s;t vertuous wives</L>
<L>from f&eacute;eling of &s;uch woe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh Hu&s;band deare, &s;he &s;aid,</L>
<L>for want of food I die,</L>
<L>Some &s;uccour doe for me provide,</L>
<L>to ea&s;e my mi&s;ery.</L>
<L>The man with many a teare,</L>
<L>mo&s;t pittiou&s;ly replyde,</L>
<L>We have no means to buy us bread;</L>
<L>with that the children cry'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They came about him round,</L>
<L>upon his coat they hung:</L>
<L>And pittiou&s;ly they made their mone</L>
<L>their little hands they wrung.</L>
<L>Be &s;till my boyes, &s;aid he,</L>
<L>and Ile goe to the wood,</L>
<L>And bring &s;ome Acornes for to ro&s;t,</L>
<L>and you &s;hall have &s;ome food.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Forth went the wofull man,</L>
<L>a Cord he tooke with him,</L>
<L>Wherewith to bind the broken wood</L>
<L>that he &s;hould homewards bring:</L>
<L>And by the way as he went,</L>
<L>met Farmers two or thr&eacute;e,</L>
<L>De&s;iring them for Chri&s;t his &s;ake,</L>
<L>to helpe his mi&s;ery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh lend to me (he &s;aid)</L>
<L>one loafe of Barley bread,</L>
<L>One pint of milke for my poore wife</L>
<L>in Child-bed almo&s;t dead:</L>
<L>Thinke on my extreme n&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>to lend me have no doubt,</L>
<L>I have no money for to pay,</L>
<L>but I will worke it out.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But they in churli&s;h &s;ort,</L>
<L>did one by one reply,</L>
<L>We have already lent you more</L>
<L>than we can come well by.</L>
<L>This an&s;were &s;trooke his heart</L>
<L>as cold as any &s;tone:</L>
<L>Vnto the wood from thence he went,</L>
<L>with many a grievous groane.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Where at the length (behold)</L>
<L>a tall man did him meet,</L>
<L>And cole-black were his garments all</L>
<L>from head unto his f&eacute;et.</L>
<L>Thou wrethched man (&s;aid he)</L>
<L>why do&s;t thou w&eacute;ep &s;o &s;ore?</L>
<L>What is the cau&s;e thou mak'&s;t this mone</L>
<L>tell me and &s;igh no more.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Alas, good Sir (he &s;aid)</L>
<L>the lack of &s;ome reliefe,</L>
<L>For my poore wife &amp; children &s;mall,</L>
<L>'tis cause of all my griefe:</L>
<L>They lie all like to &s;tarve</L>
<L>for want of bread (&s;aith he)</L>
<L>Good Sir, vouch&s;afe therefore<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> give</L>
<L>one peny unto me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hereby this wretched man</L>
<L>committed wondrous evill,</L>
<L>He begd an almes and did not know</L>
<L>he askt it of the Devill:</L>
<L>But &s;traight the helli&s;h Fiend,</L>
<L>to him reply'd againe,</L>
<L>An odious &s;inner art thou then,</L>
<L>that do&s;t &s;uch want &s;u&s;taine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Alack (the poore man &s;aid)</L>
<L>this thing for truth I know,</L>
<L>That <HI>Iob</HI> was ju&s;t, yet never man</L>
<L>endured greater woe.</L>
<L>The godly oft doe want,</L>
<L>and n&eacute;ed doth pinch them &s;ore,</L>
<L>Yet God will not for&s;ke them quite</L>
<L>but doth their &s;tates re&s;tore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If thou &s;o faithfull be,</L>
<L>why goe&s;t thou begging then?</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt be fed as <HI>Daniel</HI> was,</L>
<L>within the Lyons Den,</L>
<L>If thus thou doe abide,</L>
<L>the Ravens &s;hall bring th&eacute;e food,</L>
<L>As they unto <HI>Elias</HI> did,</L>
<L>that wandred in the Wood.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mocke not a wofull man,</L>
<L>good Sir, the poore man &s;aid,</L>
<L>Redouble not my &s;orrowes &s;o,</L>
<L>that are upon me laid:</L>
<L>But rather doe extend</L>
<L>unto my n&eacute;ed, and give</L>
<L>One penny for to buy &s;ome bread,</L>
<L>my children poore may live.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With that he opened &s;traight,</L>
<L>the faire&s;t pur&s;e in &s;ight,</L>
<L>That ever mortall eye beheld,</L>
<L>fild up with crownes full bright,</L>
<L>Vnto the wofull man</L>
<L>the &s;ame he wholly gave,</L>
<L>Who very earne&s;tly did pray,</L>
<L>that Chri&s;t his life might &s;ave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Well (quoth the dammed &s;pirit)</L>
<L>goe ea&s;e thy childrens &s;orrow,</L>
<L>And if thou wante&s;t any thing,</L>
<L>com meet me here to morrow:</L>
<L>Then home the poore man went,</L>
<L>with ch&eacute;erefull heart and mind,</L>
<L>And comforted his wofull wife</L>
<L>with words that were mo&s;t kind.</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>The &s;econd part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>TAke comfort Wife he &s;aid,</L>
<L>I have a pur&s;e of Gold</L>
<L>Now given by a Gentleman,</L>
<L>mo&s;t faire for to behold.</L>
<L>And thinking for to pull</L>
<L>his pur&s;e from bo&s;ome out,</L>
<L>He found nothing but Oken leaves</L>
<L>bound in a filthy clout.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Which when he did behold,</L>
<L>with &s;orrow pale and wan,</L>
<L>In de&s;perate &s;ort to &s;&eacute;eke the pur&s;e,</L>
<L>unto the Wood he ran,</L>
<L>Suppo&s;ing in his mind,</L>
<L>that he had lo&s;t it there:</L>
<L>He could not tell then what to think,</L>
<L>he was t'wixt hope and feare.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He had no &s;ooner come</L>
<L>into the &s;hady Grove,</L>
<L>The Devil met with him againe,</L>
<L>as he in fancy &s;trove:</L>
<L>What &s;&eacute;ek&s;t thou here he &s;aid?</L>
<L>the pur&s;e (quoth he) you gave:</L>
<L>Thus fortune &s;he hath cro&s;&s;ed me,</L>
<L>and then the Devill &s;aid,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Where did&s;t thou put the pur&s;e?</L>
<L>tell me, and doe not lye,</L>
<L>Within my bo&s;ome &s;aid the man,</L>
<L>where no man did come nigh.</L>
<L>Looke there againe (quoth he)</L>
<L>then &s;aid the man I &s;hall,</L>
<L>And found his bo&s;om1e full of Toads,</L>
<L>as thicke as they could crawle.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The poore man at this &s;ight,</L>
<L>to &s;peake had not the power,</L>
<L>S&eacute;e (qd. the Devill) vengeance doth</L>
<L>pur&s;e th&eacute;e every houre:</L>
<L>Goe cur&s;ed wretch (quoth he)</L>
<L>and rid away thy life,</L>
<L>But murther fir&s;t thy children yong,</L>
<L>and mi&s;erable Wife.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The poore man raging mad,</L>
<L>ran home incontinent,</L>
<L>Intending for to kill them all,</L>
<L>but God did him prevent.</L>
<L>For why the chiefe&s;t man,</L>
<L>that in the Pari&s;h dwelt,</L>
<L>With meat and mony thither came,</L>
<L>which liberally he dealt.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who &s;&eacute;eing the poore man</L>
<L>come home in &s;uch a rage,</L>
<L>Was faine to bind him in his bed,</L>
<L>his fury to a&s;&s;wage:</L>
<L>Where long he lay full &s;icke,</L>
<L>&s;till crying for his Gold,</L>
<L>But being well, this whole di&s;cour&s;e</L>
<L>he to his neighbours told.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From all temptations,</L>
<L>Lord ble&s;&s;e both great and &s;mall:</L>
<L>And let no man, O heavenly God,</L>
<L>for want of &s;uccour fall:</L>
<L>But put their &s;peciall tru&s;t</L>
<L>in God for evermore,</L>
<L>Who will no doubt from mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>each faithfull man re&s;tore.</L>
</LG>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>Printed at London for H. Go&s;&s;on.</HI></P>
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