The Joviall Pedler.
OR,
A merry new Ditty
Which is both harmlesse
Pleasant and witty.
To a pleasant new tune.
|
[T]Here was a Joviall Pedler,
|
And he cryde Cony-skins,
|
[An]d on his back he had a pack
|
[Fu]ll of points and pins,
|
[W]ith laces and braces
|
[An]d other prety things.
|
Hey down ho down
|
With a hey down, down,
|
Down, derry, derry, down,
|
The Pedler, never lins
|
But still doth cry
|
So merry merrily,
|
Maids have you any Cony, Cony-skins.
|
Maids bring out your Cony-skins,
|
The Pedler doth you pray
|
For them you may have points or pins
|
Be they bla[ck or] gray,
|
[?]
|
The Pedler to an Ale-house went
|
And calld for beere and ale,
|
In midst of all his merriment
|
His purse began to faile.
|
His laces and braces
|
And all his prety things
|
hey down,
|
With a hey down, down,
|
Down.
|
When he came to pay the shot
|
His heart grew very cold,
|
For he had broke a black pot
|
Which made his Ostesse Scold,
|
And all his money spent
|
Which made him to lament
|
hey down
|
With a hey
|
The Pedler took his cony-skins,
|
And his Cob-web Lawn,
|
The Pedler took his points and pins,
|
[And] laid them there to pawn:
|
[His laces] and braces,
|
[And all his prety things.
|
Hey down, etc.]
|
|
|
|
|
The second part to the same tune.
|
THe Pedler he went drunk to bed,
|
And when he did awake,
|
When he remembred what he did,
|
It made his heart to ake.
|
His Ostesse had his ware,
|
And left him very bare.
|
hey down
|
He to his Ostesse faire did say,
|
And did prevaile so farre,
|
He got his ware of her again,
|
And took his leave of her:
|
He took up his pack
|
And hung it on his back.
|
hey down.
|
The high-way it was very deep
|
Which sorely troubled him,
|
Through the water did he creep,
|
And set his ware to swim:
|
His laces and braces,
|
And all his prety things.
|
hey down,
|
The Pedler on a hill did get,
|
And laid his ware to dry,
|
His cony-skins was very wet.
|
Which grieved him wondrously
|
His laces and braces,
|
And all his prety things.
|
hey down,
|
The Pedler he fell fast asleep,
|
And as asleep he lay:
|
Up the hill a Knave did creep,
|
And stole his ware away,
|
His laces and braces,
|
And all his prety things,
|
hey down.
|
The Pedler waked from his sleep,
|
[And] found his ware was gone,
|
[The silly sheep he could but] weep,
|
[Then went his journey on.]
|
With an empty pack
|
To shew what he did lack
|
hey down,
|
There was two lovely Lasses
|
That in one house did dwell,
|
The one of them was bony Kate,
|
The other bouncing Nell:
|
And either of them both had Cony-skins to sell.
|
hey down
|
Kate brought forth her Cony-skins
|
From under-neath the staires,
|
They were as black as any Jet,
|
And full of silver haires:
|
The Pedler would have bought them
|
Rather then his eares.
|
hey down,
|
Nell brought forth hers to sell
|
One of another view,
|
They were as good as good might be
|
And that the Pedler knew.
|
The sawcy Jack set down his pack,
|
And set his wares to view,
|
hey down
|
Besse went tripping ore the green
|
With one poore Cony-skin,
|
Because shee would not have it seene,
|
Or known where shee had bin:
|
Shee closely bid the same
|
Untill the Pedler came,
|
hey down,
|
The Maidens of Camberwell
|
Brought forth their skins,
|
But when they came their ware to sell,
|
The Pedler had no pins,
|
Nor laces, nor [b]races,
|
Nor such prety [t]hings.
|
hey down,
|
The Maidens have truste[d him]
|
With their Cony skins,
|
And he hath promisd sleek and prim
|
As one who cheats and wins;
|
And tells them, he will come again,
|
And give them pretty things.
|
Hey down.]
|
|
|
|
|