The Pollitick Begger-man.
Who got the love of a pretty Maid,
And on her Cittern sweetly plaid:
At last she flung her Milk-pail over the wall,
And bid the De'l take Milk-pail, Maiden-head & all.
Tune is, There was a Jovial Begger.
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THere was a jovial Beggar-man,
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a begging he was bound,
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And he did seek his living
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in Country and in Town:
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With a long staff an a patcht coat,
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he pranc'd along the pad,
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And by report of many a one,
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he was a proper Lad:
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His cheeks were like the crimson rose,
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his forehead smooth and high,
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And he was the bravest Begger-man,
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that ever I saw with eye.
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He came unto a Farmers gate,
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and for an Alms did crave;
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The Maid did like the Begger-man,
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and good relief she gave:
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She took him by the Lilly hand,
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and set him to the fire,
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Which was as well, as tongue could tell,
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or heart of man desire:
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His cheeks were like, etc.
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A curious mess of Firmaty,
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for him she did provide;
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With a lovely cup of nut-brown Ale,
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and Sugar-sops beside:
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when he thus found the Maidens love
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and got so good a prize,
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It made his instument to move,
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and spirits for to rise:
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His cheeks were like, etc.
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Sweet-heart give me some lodging,
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that I all night may stay,
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Or else give me my answer,
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that I may go that way:
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The Maid went to the Hay-mow,
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and fetcht a bottle of Hay,
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And laid it behid the Parlor-door,
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on which the Beggar-man lay:
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His cheeks were like the crimson Rose,
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his forehead smooth and high;
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And he was the bravest Begger-man,
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that ever I saw with eye.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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REsolve me said the Maiden,
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if that you will or can,
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For I do verily believe,
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thou art a Gentleman:
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In truth then said the Begger,
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my Parents they are poor,
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And I do seek my living,
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each day from door to door:
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His cheeks were like the crimson Rose,
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his forehead smooth and high,
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And he was the bravest Begger-man,
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that ever I saw with eye.
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'Tis pitty said this Maiden fair,
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that such a lively Lad,
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Should be a Beggers only heir,
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a Fortune poor and bad:
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I wish that my condition
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were of the same degree,
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Then hand in hand i'de quickly wend,
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throughout the world with thee:
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His cheeks were like, etc.
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When he perceiv'd the Maidens mind,
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and that her heart was his,
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He did embrace her in his arms,
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and sweetly did her kiss,
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And with one free and joynt consent,
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he prickt her master-vein,
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And liking well this lesson new,
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he struck it up again:
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His cheeks were like, etc.
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In lovely sport and merriment,
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the night away they spent,
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In Venus game for their delight,
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and both their hearts content:
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The Begger-man was mettle proof,
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in shooting did not miss,
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And every time he toucht the mark,
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she sweetly did him kiss:
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His cheeks were like, etc.
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Betimes in the morning then,
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as soon as it was day,
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He left the Damosel fast asleep,
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and nimbly budg'd away:
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When he from her an hour was gone,
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the Damosel she did wake,
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And seeing the Begger-man not there,
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her heart began to ake:
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Her cheeks were like, etc.
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Then did she sigh and wring her hands,
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the tears did trickling pour,
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For loosing her Virginity,
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and virgins maiden flower:
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When twenty weeks were come & gone
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her heart was something sad,
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Because she found her self with Barn,
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and does not know the Dad:
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His cheeks were like, etc.
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There is I see no remedy,
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for what is past and gone,
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And many a one that laughs at me,
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may do as I have done:
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Then did she take her Milk-pail,
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and flung it over the wall,
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O the Devil go with my Milk-pail,
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my Maiden-head and all:
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His cheeks were like, etc.
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You Maidens fair, where e're you are,
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keep up your store and goods,
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for when that some have got their wills
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they'll leave you in the suds,
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Let no man tempt you nor entice,
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be not too fond and coy,
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But soon agree to loyalty,
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your freedom to enjoy:
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His cheeks were like the crimson Rose,
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his forehead smooth and high,
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And he was the bravest Begger-man,
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that ever I saw with eye.
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