EBBA 21355
Magdalene College - Pepys
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The Scotchmans Lamentation
for the loss of his PACK.
OR,
A warning to all Scotch-Pedlers how they open their Packs in Bawdy Houses.
To the Tune of, Without ever a penny of Money. This may be Prinsed. R. L. S.
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T Herei was a brisk Scotchman as I do understand
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wth a fa la la falero
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That lately did gang into fair England ,
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with a fa la la falero,
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He travelled London Streets from place to plcae
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to u[t]ter his Scotch-cloth and sell his Bone-lace
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But at last he came off both with shame and disgrace
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with a fa la la falero,
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He no sooner was come to fair London Town
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with a fa la la la
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With his Pack at his back he walkt up and,
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with a fa la la la
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At last a young Miss in gallant array
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call'd unto the Scotchmnn and did him to stay
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And make hast unto her without any delay
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with a fa la la la lero,
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Honest Scotchman come hither then she did cry
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with a fa la, etc.
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For I am resolved some Scotch-cloth to buy
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with a fa la la la falero ,
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If that you will afford a good Penniworth said she
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Yes marry good Faith that will I said he
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Your bonny sweet Lass and I hope we shall agree
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with a fa la la.
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Then with her the Scotchman did gang it at door
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with a fa la etc .
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Not thinking he had been betray'd by a Whore
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with a fa la etc.
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Then into a Room his Miss had him straightway
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where he open'd his Pack without any delay,
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But before he came off he most dearly did pay
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with a fa la la etc.
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And when she had taken what cloth she did lack
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with a fa la la la lero.
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The Scotchman he call'd for a bottle of Sack
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wi th a fa la la la la la lero.
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Bonny Lass a good Health to you I will drink
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with that she cast on him a Smile and a Wink
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But she made him pay dear enough for his drink
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With a fa la la la lero.
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Then he saluted her neatly and close by her sate
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with a fa la la la
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Only to obtain what she'd have him be at
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with a fa la la la, etc.
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But before they had been together an hour
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a Pimp with his drawn Sword came in with great power
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And swore he would kill him or spoil him besure
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with a fa la la, etc.
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What now you Scotch-Jockey what do ye do here
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with a fa la la, etc.
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You have made a Whore of my Wife I greatly do fear
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With a fa la, etc.
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What makes you in this place with my Wife to be
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a Whore and a Rogue I plainly do see.
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With this Sword in my Hand both of you shall die
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With a fa la la,
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The Queen under a colour did cry out and rore
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with a fa la etc.
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Dear Husband forgive me i'le do so no more
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with a fa la la, etc.
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The Scotchman upon his Knees pardon did crave
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marry Sir take my Pack if my Life you will save
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For I am not willing to go to my grave
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with a fa la la, etc.
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Upon this condition I will save thy Life.
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With a fa la la la, etc.
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But let me never take you here again with my Wife,
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with a fa la la, etc.
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A way then with Speed the poor Scotch-man did go
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he there left his PACK and was glad he scap'd so
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For his Heart it was fill'd with sorrow and Woe.
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with a fa la la la falero.
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Now to all my Country Scotch Bullies that are
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with a fa la la la la lero,
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Of going into Bawdy Houses have a great care
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with a fa la la la la lero,
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If everyone for it so dearly should pay
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You may all take your journey and with me run away
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For my PACK and Scotch -Cloth went all in one day
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with a fa la la la la falero.
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Printed for J. Conyers at the black Raven
in Fetterlane next Holborn .
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