The Rag-man:
OR,
A company that fell at oddes one day,
Which of them should carry the Cunny skins away,
They strove who should have it, but none of them wise,
For the Usurer and the Divell carry away the prize.
To the Tune of Upon the highest Mountaines, or The absence of my Mistresse.
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THere was a Ragman and a mad man
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As they travelled on a day,
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There came a Begger and a Bagman
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And stole the Cunny skins away:
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Quoth the mad man
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to the Ragman
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I have it in my braine,
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to make the Begger
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and the Bagman
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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Then with a cup of fuddle
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The mad man he did take
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The Bagman on the noddle
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Till his braines began to ake,
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till the Begger
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he did stagger
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He had drunke himselfe so blind:
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thus they payd them
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till they made them
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Leave the Cunny skins behind.
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It was a Lock-smith and a drinker
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As they went forth on a day,
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They met a Black-smith and a Tinker
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Stole the Cunny skins away:
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quoth the Lock-smith
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to the drinker
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I will take him ore the braine,
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Ile make the Black-smith
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and the Tinker
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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Thou shalt finde me as good mettle
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The drinker he did say,
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As any is in his Kettle
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He beates upon each day:
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quoth the Lock-smith
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(then the Black-smith)
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Also by me shall finde
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Ile so fuddle
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Vulcans noddle,
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Till he leave the skins behind
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There was a Cobler and a Broomeman
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As they did meet one day,
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There came a Carman and a Plowman
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Stole the Cunny skins away,
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quoth the Cobler
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to the Broome man
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Weele so toxicate the braine
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weele make the Carman
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and the Plowman
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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We will call them to a parly,
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The Broome man thus did say,
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How they sow their Oates and Barley,
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And how they cut their grasse and hay,
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then the Carman
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leg and arme man
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With Barly broth weele bind,
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weele not forsake them
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till we make them
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Leave the Cunny skins behinde.
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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IT was a Joyner and a Ropemaker
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As they met on the way
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There came a B[r]ewer and a Baker
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Stole the Cunny skins away
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quoth the Joyner
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to the Ropemaker
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Tis in a merry vaine.
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make the Brewer
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and the Baker
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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Quoth the Joyner to the Brewer
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Though that malt in price doe fall
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Yet still he will be sure
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For to make his drinke too small
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the Ropemaker
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told the Baker
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Your knavery we shall finde
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which if we take you
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we shall make you
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Leave the Cunny skins behind.
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It was a Glover and a Weaver
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As they met on the way,
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There came a Fidler and a Pedler
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Stole the Cunny skins away.
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quoth the Glover
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to the Weaver
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I will take him on the braine,
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weele make the Fidler
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and the Pedler
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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The Weaver with his Treddle
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So fast about him laid
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Till the Fidler puld outs Fiddle
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And then a lesson playd
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whilst the Glover
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with strong liquor
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So well their caps had lind
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which made the Fidler
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and the Pedler
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Leave the Cunny skins behind.
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It was a Broaker and a Taylor
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As they met on a day
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Came the hangman and the Jaylor
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Stole the Cunny skins away
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quoth the Broker
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to the Taylor
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weele take them on the braine,
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and make the hangman
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and the Jaylor,
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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Quoth the Broaker, if the hangman
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I chance withall to meete
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His sides I will so bang (man)
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He shall hardly stand ons feete,
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quoth the Taylor
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with the Jaylor
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No pleasure I can finde,
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but if we take them
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we shall make them
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Leave the Cunny skins behind.
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It was a Royster and a Revell
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As they did meet one day,
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Came an Usurer and the Devill
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Stole the Cunny skins away.
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quoth the Royster
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To the Revell
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Weele take them on the braine
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weele make the Usurer
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and the Devill
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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The Royster with his Rapier
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At the Devill he did runne,
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And at him he did vapour,
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But could not make him shunne.
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whilst the Revell
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he did cavell
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Crying out we have foule play
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for the Usurer
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and the Devill
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Beares the Cunny skins away.
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