ROGER IN AMAIZE
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The Countrey Mans Ramble through Bartholomew-Fair.
Tune of the Dutch Womans Jigg.
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I.
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ADzooks Ches went the 'other day to London Town,
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In Smithfield such gaizing,
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Zuch Thrusting and Squeezing,
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was never known.
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A Zitty of Wood some Volk do call it Bartledom Fair,
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But Ches zure nought but Kings and Queens live there.
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2.
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In Gold and Zilver, Zilk and Velvet each was drest,
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A Lord in his Zattin
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Was bussy preating,
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amongst the rest.
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But one in Blue Jacket come, which some do Andrew call,
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Adsheart talk'd woundy wittyly to them all.
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3.
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At last Cotzooks he made zuch sport I laugh'd a loud
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The Rouge being fluster'd
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He flung me a Custard,
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amidst the Crow'd.
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The Volk vell a laughing at me, then the Vezen zaid
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Be zure Ralph give it to Doll the Dary-Maid.
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4.
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I zwallowed the affront, but staid no longer there,
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I Thrust and I Scrambled
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Till further I Rambled
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into the Fair
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Where Trumpets and Bagepips, Kettledrums Fiddlers were all at work
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And the Cooks zung here's your delicate Pig and Pork.
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5.
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I look'd a round to zee the wonders of the Vair,
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Where Lads and Lasses
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With Pudding Bag Arses,
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zo nimble were.
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Heels over Head, as round as a Wheel they turned about,
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Old Nick zure was in their Breeches without doubt.
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6.
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Most woundly pleas'd, I up and down the Vair did rang,
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To zee the Vine Varies
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Play all their Vigaries,
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I vow 'twas strange.
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I ask'd them aloud what Country little Volk they were,
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A Cross Brat answered me, che were Cockhold shire.
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7.
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I Thrust and Shoud along as well as e're I could,
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At last did I Grovel
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Into a dark Hovel,
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where Drink was sold.
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They brought me Cans which cost a penny a peice adheart
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I'm zure Twelve ne're could vil a Country Quart.
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8.
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Che went to draw her Purse to pay them vor their Beer,
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The Devil a Penny
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Was left of my Money
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Che'l vow and swear.
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They Daft my Hat vor a Groat then turn'd me out of doors,
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Adfwounds Ralph did ever zee zuch Rougs and Whores.
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