A new Medley,
OR,
A Messe of All-together.
To the tune of Tarltons Medley
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STrange news is come from Hounslo heath,
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That all false Theeves are put to death,
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Nell Collins has a stinking breath,
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I heard Tom Phillips say:
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The Cobler and the Broome-mans wife,
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Have made a match, Ile lay my life,
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Come drinke a cup and end all strife,
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sweet Kester.
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They say that Turnbull-street is cleane
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Tranformd, there scant is left a Queane,
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Oh neghbour Ralph what doe you meane,
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to pawne your shirt for Ale:
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This drinking healths makes many sicke,
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Nan Williams has devisd a tricke,
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To gull her husband, silly Dicke,
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the Miller.
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Pease-porridge makes our Mall breake winde,
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She makes us thinke that shee is kinde,
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Because she speaks to us behind,
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as freely as before:
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The Butler is gone out oth way,
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Cause no man shall drinke here today,
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His Master bids him dot they say,
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on purpose.
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Will Cooke and Sisse the Dairy maide,
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Doe sit together in the shade,
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Stealing would be an excellent trade,
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and twere not for this hanging:
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The Hangman he leaves worke by noone,
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Sweet heart goe not away so soone,
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I thinke there is a man ith Moone,
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Star-gazer.
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There is more cloathes in Birchin-lane
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I thinke, than would load Charles his Waine,
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King Edward lovd a gold-smiths Jane,
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the best ware in the shop:
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The Tanner made the King a Feast,
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A Mastiffe dogs a valiant Beast,
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He oft thinks most that sayes the least,
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old Hobson.
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Dido was a Carthage Queene,
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As I walkt in a Meddow greene,
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The fairest Lasse that ere was seene,
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that was the flower of Kent:
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Looke to your forehead honest friend,
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The longest day must have an end,
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Good fortune unto thee, God send,
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young Bridegroome.
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When as King Henry ruld this Land,
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All things did in good order stand,
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Then scarce a Lawyer had a hand,
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to take a double Fee:
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Eele Pyes are dainty meate in Lent,
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I prethee Roger be content,
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Good Land-lords doe not raise your rent
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so highly.
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The Courtier scornes the Countrey Clowne,
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There dwels a widdow in our Towne,
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Pray mother lend me halfe a Crowne
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to buy a wedding Ring:
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Tom Taylor did not use me well,
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To steale two yards out of one Ell,
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My Belly doth begin to swell,
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Ime pepperd.
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The second part, To the same tune.
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AT Battersey good Turnips grow,
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There goes three Milke-maids on a row,
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Me thinks it is a seemely shew
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to see three honest Millers:
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The Sea-man and the Souldier bold,
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Venter their lives for fame and gold,
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A Slut, a Strumpet, and a Scold,
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three good wives.
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King Edgar hated drunkennesse,
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And Julius Caesar loathd excesse,
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I prethee tell me prety Besse,
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who lay with thee last night:
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AEneas was a perjurd Prince,
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Too many have done like him since,
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Sweet-heart Ile give thee eighteene pence
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to kisse thee.
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To thinke how things are changd of late,
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That Charities quite out of date,
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Would force a silent man to prate,
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oh the merry dayes of old,
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When Knights and Squires wore good broad-cloath,
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The poore had Beefe as well as broth,
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Oh doe not make us pay for froth
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good Tapster.
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Our Ladies now are like to Apes,
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Their mindes doe alter like their shapes,
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Fie Mistris, fie, your placket gapes,
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cover your flesh for shame:
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The Pander quarrels with the Whore,
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And sayes heel bee their man no more,
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The shot is paide, wipe off the score
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kinde Hostis.
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A Usurer and a Broker be
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Both Brothers of a company,
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The Devill sure must make them free
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when they have servd their time:
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In old time Bakers usd to be,
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Promoted to the Pillory,
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Now none, unlesse for Perjury,
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peepe thorow.
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The Carrier brings up every weeke
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Brave Lasses, which the Bawds doe seeke,
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What Welchman will not were a Leeke
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upon Saint Davids day?
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Saint George lies dead at Coventrey,
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Oh now for such a man as he,
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Our Capteines dyd ith Ile of Ree,
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ill tydings.
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Queene Elinor built Charing-crosse,
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Which now is covered ore with Mosse,
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The Spanyards mourne for their late losse,
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I meane the rich Plate Fleet:
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The Dutchmen grieve, and so do we,
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For th death of young Prince Henry,
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Alas! there is no remedy,
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but patience.
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My merry Medley here I end,
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Which to young men and maids I send,
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To make them mirth, the same was pend,
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although it seeme non-sense:
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Yet is there such variety
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Of sense for each capacity,
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That old and young may pleased be
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to learne it.
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