A merry Progresse to London to see
Fashions, by a young Country Gallant, that had more Money
then Witte. To the tune of, Riding to Rumford.
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M Y Mother to Heaven is gone,
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ten Pounds she gave mee;
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Now never a Penny's left,
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as God shall have mee:
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Yet still my heart is free,
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I live at liberty,
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And keepe good company,
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taking Tobacco.
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Old Woman, fare thou well,
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thankes for thy kindnesse,
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My Plough and Cart are gone,
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with my good Geldings:
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I have no foote of Land,
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Nor one Groat at command:
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Which way then shall I stand
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to a pipe of Tobacco?
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My Purse will chincke no more,
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my Pocket's empty:
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I am turnd out of doore;
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farewell good Company.
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Friendship now slender growes,
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Poverty pa[rt]eth those
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That for Drinke sell their Cloathes
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and for Tobacco.
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My Cloake is layde to pawne,
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with my old Dagger:
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My state is quite orethrowne,
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how shall I swagger?
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Yet Ile [doe] what I can,
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And be no Coward tho,
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But proove my selfe a man,
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at a pipe of Tobacco.
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In an old Satten sute
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without a Penny,
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We Gallants may brag it brave:
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as well as any.
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What though my Credit's lost,
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Yet can I find a Post
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Still to score with mine Host,
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for a pipe of Tobacco.
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Upon a proper Nagge
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daintely paced;
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To London first I came,
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all with Gold laced:
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Then with my Puncke each day,
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Road I to see a Play;
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There went my Gold away,
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taking Tobacco.
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Twenty good Sheepe I brought,
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left by my Mother:
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Eawes and Lambs, Cowes & Calves,
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one with the other:
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With which I payd a shot,
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For a Pipe and a Pot:
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All these were bravely got,
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and spent in Tobacco.
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No companion was I then
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for clownish Carters:
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I wore imbrodred Hose,
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with golden Garters:
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My Silver-hatched Sword,
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Made me sweare like a Lord,
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Come Rogue, (at every word)
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fill mee Tobacco.
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The Second part of the merry Progresse to London.
To the same tune.
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T Hen tracing the gallant Streets
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of London Citty,
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A Damsell mee kindly greets,
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courtious and witty:
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Shee like a singing Larke,
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Ledd mee into the darke,
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Where I soone payd a Marke
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for a Pipe of Tobacco.
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To Smithfield then gallantly
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tooke I my jorny,
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Where I left soone behind
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part of my Mony:
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There I found out a Puncke,
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With whom I was so drunke,
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That my Purse bottome shrunke
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away with Tobacco.
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Pickthatch and Clarken-well ,
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made me so merry,
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Untill my Purse at last;
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began to grow weary:
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Yellow-starcht bonny Kate ,
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with her fine nimble pate,
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Coosond mee of my plate,
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with a pipe of Tobacco.
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Then for Good-fellowship,
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to Garden-ally ,
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I hied mee to search for
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Daughters of folly:
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There I found roaring Boyes,
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with their faire Female joyes:
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And the Divell making toyes
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to take Tobacco.
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After, to Shores-ditch then,
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stood I beholding:
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Where I found sinners store,
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of the Divels moulding:
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I speake for no slaunder,
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The Puncke and her Pander,
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Like a Goose and her Gander,
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tooke whiffes of Tobacco.
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To Saint Katharns past I next,
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not without trouble:
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Where my Pur[s]e lashed out,
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drinking Beere double:
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A Tester for each Toast
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payd I there to my Host;
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And the Sauce to my cost,
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was a Crowne for to Tobacce.
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To Ratcliffe and Wapping then,
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went I for Shipping;
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Where as a Lasse lovingly
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gave mee a whipping:
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There was a bonny Wench,
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Stroke a Naile would not clench,
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That taught me finely French,
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taking Tobacco.
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Then straight to Westminster
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made I adventer,
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To finde Good fellowes (who)
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will'd mee to enter,
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Where I felt such a smoake,
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As might the Divell choake,
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There went away my Cloake,
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with the smoake of Tobacco.
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Bacward to Barbican
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quickly I hasted:
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There met I honest John ,
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My Mony being wasted:
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A Pipe and a Pot (quoth hee)
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My friend Ile bestow on thee;
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Then lets to No-body ,
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there's the best Tobacco.
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Now farewell Good-fellowship,
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London I leave thee:
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Never more whilst I live,
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shall they deceive mee.
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Every Streete, every Lane,
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Holds mee in disdaine,
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London hath wrought my bane,
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so farewell Tobacco.
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