A Third Merry DITTY
OF
COLD and RAW:
BEING
The Fierce Encounter between Roger the Plow-man, and the bonny Scot,
who met with him when he was at a Fair with the Farmers Daughter.
To the same Tune. This may be Printed, R.P.
This may be printed, R.P.
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COld and Raw you can't forget,
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the Maid that sold the Barley,
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Who the Scotch-man did Out-wit,
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one Winters morning early:
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Then listen now and i'le unfold
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a third and pleasant Story,
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How he beset her for his Gold,
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but it proved young Rogers Glory.
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He was Riding to a Fair,
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with Kate his Masters Daughter,
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When the Scot did meet them there,
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but mark what follow'd after:
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When as the Scot the Lass espy'd,
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he Rav'd at her out of measure,
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Give me my Purse and Gold, he cry'd,
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you Rob'd me of all my Treasure.
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Envy was in Jockeys Face,
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but yet that no ways daunts her,
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Kate with a most Noble Grace,
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returns him straight this Answer:
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I never stole no Purse from you,
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cou'd I be so much your Master?
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Be gone and make no more adu,
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or else I will lay you faster.
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Now to Roger she made known,
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how often he did woe her,
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When he met her all alone,
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in order to undo her:
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Uds-zooks, quoth Roger, did he so?
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and wou'd he have wrong'd my honey?
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Then by my faith, before I go,
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this Cudgel shall pay the Money.
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Jockey he had by his side,
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a true and trusty Rapier.
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Therefore with his Haughty P[r]ide,
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at Roger he did vapour:
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Which did his Spirits so provoke,
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that anger and blows encreases,
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His Rapier with a bang he broke,
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that shiver'd in twenty pieces,
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Yet stout Roger did not mean
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of Life once to deprive him,
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But about the Fair and Green,
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he like a Stag did drive him:
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At length he beg'd his pardon there
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of Katy the Farmers Daughter,
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It was the Sport of all the Fair.
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there never was greater [D]aughter.
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By all Men and Women too,
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stout Roger was commended,
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Further still their love to shew,
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the Quarrel being ended,
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A Rule was made through all the town,
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for Rogers sake to be Merry,
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And drank his Health in Liquor brown,
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nay, likewise in rich Canary.
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Then near Night they home wou'd ride
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and Roan was straight made ready,
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Horse and Man on e'ry side,
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as if a Lord and Lady:
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When coming to her Father dear,
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said they, he deserves to have her,
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Now ever since that time, we hear
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stout Roger is much in Favour.
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And belov'd at such a rate
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by Father, Friends, and Mother,
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That they vow'd he should have Kate,
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Uds-zooks, above all other;
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Because he kept her safe from harm,
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and fear'd neither wind nor weather,
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And now they keep a worthy Farm,
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where they lovingly live together.
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