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<HEAD>The Naked-Truth: OR, A New Song without a Lye</HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>Tune of, <HI>Old Simon the King:</HI> Or, <HI>The Character of &s;undry Trades and Callings.</HI></HI></OPENER>
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<L>THo' Trading we find in the City,</L>
<L>and many more places, is bad,</L>
<L>Yet here I will &s;ing a fine Ditty,</L>
<L>we'd as good he merry as &s;ad:</L>
<L>Of &s;everal Trades I will treat,</L>
<L>and will with the <HI>Butcher</HI> begin,</L>
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<L>With what kind of Trade &s;hall he meet,</L>
<L>if he has neither Carea&s;s nor Skin;</L>
<L><HI>All you that are now in this Throng,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I reckon to do you no wrong,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Believe me, I pray, by yea and by nay,</HI></L>
<L><HI>there is not a lye in this Song.</HI></L>
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<L>A <HI>Weaver</HI> without Loom or Shuttle,</L>
<L>like one out of u&s;e, may lye by,</L>
<L>A <HI>Tinker</HI> without any Mettal,</L>
<L>no woman will ever imploy:</L>
<L>A <HI>Cobler</HI> without St. <HI>Hugh</HI>'s bones,</L>
<L>he cannot mend Old, or make New,</L>
<L>A <HI>Pavier</HI> without any Stones.</L>
<L>Oh, what is he able to do?</L>
<L><HI>All you that are now in this Throng,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>A Man that is quite Moneyle&s;s,</L>
<L>thro' Crowds he in &s;afety may pa&s;s,</L>
<L>A <HI>Cook</HI> that hath no meet to Dre&s;s,</L>
<L>he need not &s;tand making of Sawce.</L>
<L>A <HI>Taylor</HI> without o're a Yard,</L>
<L>his bodkin, goo&s;e, thimble and &s;heers,</L>
<L>You'll find that he is as much Marr'd,</L>
<L>as if he had lo&s;t both his Ears:</L>
<L><HI>All you that are now,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>A <HI>Fi&s;her-man</HI> without a Net,</L>
<L>you know he can catch but a few,</L>
<L>But yet his good wife &s;he will fret,</L>
<L>when ever &s;he wants of her due:</L>
<L>The jolly brisk <HI>Baker</HI> is one,</L>
<L>to whom the young La&s;&s;es do troule,</L>
<L>So that he &s;o clearly undone,</L>
<L>if he had not a Ru&s;ling-Pole:</L>
<L><HI>All you that are now,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>The <HI>Miller</HI>'s for taking to task,</L>
<L>the Mi&s;tre&s;s or <HI>Gillian</HI> the Maid,</L>
<L>The <HI>Cooper</HI> without Hoops or Cask,</L>
<L>he cannot well follow his Trade:</L>
<L>The <HI>Poet</HI> without e're a Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>can never make Sonnets compleat,</L>
<L>A <HI>Foot-man</HI> without Pumps or Shoes,</L>
<L>will certainly bli&s;ter his feet:</L>
<L><HI>All you that are now,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>A <HI>Scrivener</HI> without Ink or Pen,</L>
<L>his hands and his Letters can't write,</L>
<L>A <HI>Captain</HI> that lo&s;t all his men,</L>
<L>will have but &s;mall &s;tomach to fight:</L>
<L>The man that &s;hall marry for Gold,</L>
<L>and brings home a Shrew to his bed,</L>
<L>Both Morning, Noon, Night &s;he will &s;cold</L>
<L>and &s;till have a Foi&s;e in her head,</L>
<L><HI>All you that are now,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>The <HI>Chimney-Sweeper</HI> pray don't &s;co<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>for if he hath Shackles and Poles,</L>
<L>He'll call to the Maids each-morn,</L>
<L>to &s;coure and clean&s;e their black holes:</L>
<L>That man that is naked indeed,</L>
<L>he is not like <HI>Taylors,</HI> and tho&s;e,</L>
<L>For tho' he has ne're &s;o much need,</L>
<L>he is not for pawning his Cloaths:</L>
<L><HI>All you that are now,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>A Gallant that has a good Coat,</L>
<L>'twill help him out at a dead lift,</L>
<L>A <HI>Sculler</HI> that has ne'r a boat,</L>
<L>he fears not Running a Drift:</L>
<L>Some <HI>Sharpers</HI> a Calling does u&s;e,</L>
<L>'tis Robbing Rich Men of their &s;tore,</L>
<L>But he that has nothing to loo&s;e,</L>
<L>he needs not a watch at his door.</L>
<L><HI>All you that are now,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>I ne'r was brought up for to Lye,</L>
<L>and therefore I tell you the truth,</L>
<L>My ballads I'd have you to buy,</L>
<L>they're fit for Diver&s;ion of Youth:</L>
<L>My Pocket with Cole to encrea&s;e,</L>
<L>let every young-man and maid,</L>
<L>Now lay out a penny a piece,</L>
<L>and then I &s;hall have a good trade.</L>
<L><HI>All you that are now in this Throng,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'll do you no manner of wrong,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Believe me, I pray, by yea and by nay,</HI></L>
<L><HI>there is not a lye in this Song.</HI></L>
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