The Bakers Lamentation,
Containing his Sorrowful Moan, for his late Misfortunes
which he met with in the loss of his Legacies, left by the
Pretended Squire Wickham.
To the Tune of, March Boys, etc.
Licensed according to Order
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1.
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GOod people I pray now pity my case,
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no man was e'er sure so served before,
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One seeming to be of a noble Race,
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did leave me, both Gold and Silver store,
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I keeping a Bake-House in the Strand,
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receiv'd a Pretended Country Squire,
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Who said he had Horses, House and Land,
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and gave me what I could desire,
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Treasure, Treasure, Riches out of measure,
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ne'r was man so cheated by any,
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Of the Estate which he left me of late,
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I never shall receive one penny.
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2.
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I never did know in all my life,
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a Person so Generous, Frank and free,
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Six Hundred Pound he left my Wife,
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and many a Hundred more to me,
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My Wife she began to cast of care,
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concluding these Legacies now wou'd make us,
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And I in my Folly did declare,
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I soon should be above a Bake-House,
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Bake-House, Bake-House, but our Friends forsake us,
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ne'r was man so Cheated by any, etc.
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3.
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His means he divided so in shares,
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which shew'd him a Liberal noble Soul,
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Then I shed an Oven full of Tears,
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his sorrowful Sickness to condole,
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The Docter with Glister-Pipes he came,
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who at my own cost I still rewarded,
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Concluding her easter in Rolls of Fame,
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my worthy deeds wou'd be Recorded,
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Corded, corded, and with wealth rewarded,
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ne'r n as man so Cheated by any,
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Of the Estate which was left me of late,
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I never shall receive one penny.
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4.
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A Scrivener living here in Town
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I tell you had greater luck than I,
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Ten Guinnies the Squire said set down,
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the Scrivener made him this reply,
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I must be a witness to the Will,
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and therefore said he, right worthy Squire,
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Pray lay me down what is your good will,
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and this is all I do desire,
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My W[ife,] my Wife, laid him down the Guinnies,
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[n'er was man] so [b]it by any,
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My [Guinnies and cost] is utterly lost,
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[I never shall receive] one penny,
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5.
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This Sc[r]ibe had a taste of her kind love,
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when as the Will he begun to draw,
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She gave him a Guinny or two above,
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that he might make it according to Law,
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Every Sillable firm and fair,
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and not in the least forget to name her,
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I needs must confess it was her care,
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and therefore I can no ways blame her,
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Blame her, blame her, but the loss will tame her,
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was ever man so bit by any, etc.
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6.
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Alass! we were grown so great and high,
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that when a near neighbors daughter Nell.
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Did bring us a Pudding, with a Pye,
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desiring we would Bake them well;
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We made a Reply in words, like these,
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your Father is Rich, but we are stronger,
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Pray carry you Pudding where you please,
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we shall not Keep our Trade much longer,
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Longer, Longer, not a Bake-House Longer,
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sure so mistaken n'ere was any,
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Of the Estate which was left us of late,
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we never shall injoy one penny.
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