THE
Frightned People of Clarkenwel,
Being an Account how a COW Ran into the Church at Clarkenwel in Sermon time, on Sun-
day the 18th of this Instant August, 1689,
To the Tune of, In Rome there is a most fearful Rout.
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IN Clerkenwell-Church there was a Rout,
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Last Sunday the People like Bedlams run out,
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And what shou'd this fearful stir be about,
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But Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow;
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But Nannicock my poor Cow.
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I'th mid'st of the Sermon a tumult began,
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Surprize and astonishment seiz'd ev'ry man,
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The Rabble took arms and Tom fool let the Dan
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'Gainst Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow,
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'Gainst, etc.
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Poor Cow she thought no body there any harm,
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But mistook the old Church for a Country Farm,
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Cou'd so silly a Creature these Blockheads alarm?
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As Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow,
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As Nannicock, etc.
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The Women did squeak and the Men run about,
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The Clerk half asleep put forth his old snout,
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While the Boys and the Girls did hallow and hout,
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At Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow,
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At Nannicock, etc.
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Some Sparks of more wit then the rest of the crew,
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Observing the tumult burst open their Pew,
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And in a great fury their Rapiers they drew,
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At Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow,
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At Nannicock my poor Cow.
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SSome said 'twas the Devil and some said [not],
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Some bellow'd out fire and the Lord knows [wot],
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When in the mean while t'was nothing God wot,
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But Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow,
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But Nannicock, etc.
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I'm sure they were more affrighted by much,
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Then when we expected the coming o'th Dutch,
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There's nothing cou'd give so unlucky a Touch,
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As Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow,
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As Nannicock,
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Perhaps there were some did not care for the horns,
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'Tis a swinging pair that her forehead adorns,
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And none has a better cure for the corns,
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Then Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow,
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Then Nannicock, etc.
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However at last they pacified grew,
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Like Wisemen of Gotham each sneak'd to his Pew,
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Jack Adams himself never looked so blew,
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For Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow,
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For Nannicock, etc.
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The Clerk all this while sat as one in a dream,
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You could not have drawn him out with a Team,
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Not knowing the jest had borrow'd its Cream,
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From Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow,
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From Nannicock, etc.
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But Lord what a Racket and laughter arose,
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When the folks came out into Clerkenwel Close,
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At what it should be there is no body knows,
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But Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow,
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But Nannicock, etc.
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The Story by this is all over the Town,
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But had you been there when the people run down,
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You'd have given me full five pound and a Crown,
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For Nannicock my poor Cow, poor Cow,
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For Nannicock my poor Cow.
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