Londons Ordinary: Or, Every man in his Humour.
To a Pleasant New Tune.
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THrough the Royal Exchange as I walked,
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where Gallants in Sattin did shine:
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At midst of the day they parted away
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at several places to dine.
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The Gentry went to the Kings Head,
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the Nobles unto the Crown
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The Knights unto the golden Fleece,
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and the Plowman to the Clown.
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The Clergy will dine at the Miter
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The Vintners at the three Tuns:
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The Usurers to the Devil will go,
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and the Fryers unto the Nuns.
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The Ladies will dine at the Feathers,
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the Globe no Captain will scorn:
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The Huntsman will go to the Grey-hound below,
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and some Townsmen to the Horn.
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The Plummer will dine at the Fountain,
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the Cooks at the holy Lamb:
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The Drunkards at Noon to the Man in the moon,
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and the Cuckolds to the Ram.
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The Rorers will dine at the Lyon,
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the Watermen at the old Swan:
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The Bawds will to the Negro go,
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and the Whores to the naked Man.
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The Keepers will to the white Hart,
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the Marriners unto the Ship:
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The Beggars they must take their way,
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to the Eg shell and the Whip.
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The Farriers will to the Horse,
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the Blacksmith unto the Lock;
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The Butchers to the Bull will go,
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and the Carmen to Bridewel-Dock.
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The Fishmongers unto the Dolphin,
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the Bakers to the Cheat Loaf:
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The Turners unto the Ladle will go,
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where they may merrily quaff.
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The Taylor will dine at the Sheers,
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the Shoo-makers will to the Boot;
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The Welshmen they will take their way,
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and dine at the sign of the Goat.
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THe Hosiers will dine at the Leg,
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the Drapers at the sign of the Brush,
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The Fletchers to Robin Hood will go,
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and the Spend-thrift to beggars bush.
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The Pewterers to the quart pet,
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the Coopers will dine at the Hoop,
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The Coblers to the Loft will go,
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and the Barge-men to the Scoop.
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The Carpenters will dine at the Axe,
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the Colliars will dine at the Sack:
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Your Fruiterer be to the Cherry-tree,
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good fellows no liquor will lack.
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The Goldsmiths to three Cups,
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their money they count as dross:
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Your Puritan to the pewter Can,
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and your Papists to the Cross.
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The Weavers will dine at the Shuttle,
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the Glovers will unto the Glove:
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The Maidens all to the Maiden head,
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and true Lovers unto the Dove.
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The Sadlers will dine at the Saddle,
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the Painters to the green Dragon:
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The Dutchman will go to the sign of the Urow
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where each man may drink his Flagon.
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The Chandlers will dine at the Scales,
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the Salters at the sign of the bag,
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The Porters take pain at the Labour-in-vain,
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and the Horse-courser to the white Nag.
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Thus every man in his humour,
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from North unto the South;
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But he that hath no money in his purse,
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may dine at the sign of the mouth.
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The Swaggerers will dine at the Fencers,
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but those that have lost their wits,
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With Bedlam Tom let there be their home,
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and the Drum the Drummers best fits.
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The Cheater will dine at the Chequer,
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the Pick-pocket at a blind Ale-house,
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Till taken and tride up Holbourn they ride,
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and make their end at the gallows.
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