The kind hearted Creature: Or
The prettest jest that er'e you knew,
Yet Il'e say nothing but what is true:
I once heard of a cunning Whore,
But ner'e the like of this before.
To the tune of the Mother beguiled the Daughter:
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AL you that are disposed now,
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to heare a merry jest,
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By me shall be disclosed how,
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a bonny Lasse confest,
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That she had loved one or two,
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nay two or three and twenty,
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I cannot tell what they did doe,
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but she had Lovers plenty,
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Sing Boyes, drinke Boyes,
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why should we not be merry:
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I'le tell you of a bonny Lasse,
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and her Love beyond the Ferry.
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This bonny lasse had caught a clap
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it seemes by some young shaver,
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She being match with such mishap
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the Ladds began to leave her,
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Though she mist of their company,
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some one made sure his bargaine
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But she was lov'd of so many,
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that it is worth regarding.
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Yet she will sing, and alwayes say
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drinke round and let's be merry,
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I have a love in Lankeshire,
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and a litle beyond the ferry.
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She now being called to account,
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for to discribe aright,
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What yong man was the Father on't
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and her owne hearts delight
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But she could not resolve the same,
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because there was so many,
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She knew not's trade nor yet his name,
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for she was free for any.
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Sing Boyes, etc.
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Quoth she and if it have a Booke
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then twas the man it'h Gowne,
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Or other-wayes an't have a hooke,
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twas the sheephard on the down,
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Or if it have a whip in's hand:
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then sure it was a carter,
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Or if it cannot goe nor stand,
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I thinke twas drunken Artor.
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Sing Boyes, etc.
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And if it have a new fash'on,
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twas one came out of France,
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And if it be a Musician:
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twas one taught me to dance.
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And if in's hand a needle be,
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then sure it was a Taylor,
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Or if it chance to crosse the Sea,
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I thinke it was a saylor.
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Sing Boyes, drinke boyes,
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why should we not be merry,
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I have a love in Lankeshire,
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and a litle beyond the ferry.
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The second part To the same tune.
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ANd if it have a Hammer,
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then sure a Smith was he,
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And if it be full of maner,
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twas one of good degree.
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Or if it have a shuttle,
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a Weaver sure was he then,
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And if that it be wise and sutle,
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twas one of the baylifes yong-men.
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Sing Boyes etc.
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And if it have a long locke,
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a Courtier sure was he,
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And if it be a prety cocke,
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then that was William he,
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And if it have a shooe in's hand,
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it was the boone Shoomaker,
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Or if it have a durty band,
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twas sure a donghill raker-
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Sing boyes etc.
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And if it have a Kettle,
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then sure he was a Tinker:
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And if it be full of Mettle,
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twas sure a good Ale-drinker
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And if that it be Gresie,
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then sure it was a Butcher:
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And if that it be lowsie,
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then sure it was Botcher.
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Sing Boyes, etc.
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And if ins hand a flower be,
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a Gardner was the man sure,
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And if it love to take a Fee,
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I thinke twas the Pariture:
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And if it be in a gowne of gray,
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twas one that lives ith Country,
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And if that it be fresh and gay,
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twas one the common gentry.
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Sing Boyes, etc.
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And if it have a Pen ins hand,
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then sure it was a Scrivner,
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And if ith the Tavern he love to stand
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then sure it was a Vintner:
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And if it have a drowsie eye,
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twas him that they call sleeper,
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And if with bromes and hornes he cry
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twas sure the Chimney-sweeper.
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Sing Boyes, etc.
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And if ins hand he have a Bunne,
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then sure it was a Baker,
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And if he love to drinke ith Tunne,
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twas then the good Alemaker:
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And if he love to ride a Horse,
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I thinke it was an Ostler,
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Or else it twas the man oth Crosse,
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that was a valiant Wrastler.
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Sing Boyes, etc.
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And if it have a mealy face,
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twas him that grines the corne,
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And if a long note be in place,
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tis him that windes the horne,
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And many more I here might name,
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which lov'd me once most dearely,
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But that indeed it is a shame,
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for enough is shewen hereby.
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Sing boyes etc.
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Now all the hope I have is this,
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my barne must have a Father,
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And I confesse I did amisse,
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would I had repented rather,
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Yet ther's a youngman loves me wel
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but I could nere abide him,
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I know of me hel'e have no feare,
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though many will deride him,
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Sing boyes etc.
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