SHINKIN's Misfortune:
Or, The Poor Welsh Taylor Kidnapt for stealing a Goose, Leek, and a Cock-Gelding.
To the Tune of Teague and Sawney: or, Lilliburlero.
Licensed according to Order.
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SHinkin ap shone was rob a creet House,
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On the Porder of Wales, on St. Taffys day,
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Was steel a Cock-Gelding, creen Leak, an a Coose,
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and then on a Goat was scamper away:
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A Hue-and-cry, through the Country did fly,
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whilst Shinkin spurr'd on hur Goat with a pin;
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The Mountains were high, and no Houses were nigh
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but at last hur got over, and came to an Inn.
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Landlord; said he, put up hur Welsh Nag,
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for hur has rid hard for fear of hur Life;
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And take out hur Coose and hur Leek from hur Bag,
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hur will eat the Cock Gelding at home with hur wife.
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Roast hur Coose, and poyle hur Leek,
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and give hur a flaggon or two of hur Ale;
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Nick hur oth' head, for fear hur should squeak,
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and then hur is sure hur cannot tell Tale.
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Cots plutter-a-nails, when we did meet,
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Cock-gelding; hur flutter'd; and Coose did roar;
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Hur made a dam noise all over the street,
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hur thought they did call hur a Son of a Whore:
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But night was dark, and Shinkin nimble,
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Cock-gelding and Coose did roar in vain,
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Hur drowned their noise with hur Podkin & Thimble,
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if hur had been taken, hur would have been slain.
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The Cook was call, and Fire was made,
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the Pot and the Spit were brought to the fire,
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Leeks were put in, and the Goose was laid
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to roast, according to Shinkins Desire;
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But long before the Meat was drest,
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a Constable came with a Staff in his hand,
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For Felony he did poor Shinkin Arrest,
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and told him that he must obey his Command.
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Cots plut, quoth he, Sir this cannot be,
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for hur and hur Nag are just but come in;
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And you are come hither without one I see,
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and you are quite dry, and we're wet to th' skin:
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Cots plutter-a-nails, if any in Wales,
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was tell hur that Shinkin ap Shones a Thief,
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Was cut off hur ears with a pair of hur Shears,
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and send hur to England to peg Relief.
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The Constable whistle, and Peadles came in,
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and hurry'd poor Shinkin to a Shustice of Peace:
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Then sorrowfull Shinkin did leave off his dinn,
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when the Constables charg'd him with stealing of Geese,
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'Twas ask'd how he came by the Goose in his Sack,
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he said, he would tell them the Naked Truth,
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An't please hur, said he, hur hung Sack at hur back,
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cold, an the Coose crept in at the Mouth.
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At Shrovetide hur went to a neighb'ring Town,
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with hur Yard hur knock'd Cock-Gelding down;
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Hur aim'd at hur back, and hit hur o'th' crown,
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hur's a Shentleman Taylor of creet Renown.
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A Rampant Loose hur has for hur Coat,
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a bunch of Leeks is Shinkin's Crest;
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Hur did ill to pull poor Shinkin by Throat,
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sure hur do's come with a false Arrest.
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But Shinkin alas! was sent to Gaol,
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For the Justice insisted on very good Bail;
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And he was Indicted at Sessions for Theft,
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Tho' the Goose at the fire, in the Inn was left.
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Good Mr. Shustice, Shinkin did cry,
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was hur take hur Coose, and let hur alone,
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Hur [?] Coose for a Coose that dares venter to dye;
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if hur pleases, the Coose hur will disown
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But Shinkin was ty'd, an whipt at a Post,
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and lost his Coose and Cock-Gelding to boot;
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His Goat that he rode on, fell to his Host:
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for he had not a penny of money, I doubt.
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Then Shinkin curst, by St. Taffy he swore,
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he never was hurt for stealing a Shred,
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He would steal in his shop, but never once more
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his Paunch with Cock-Gelding or Coose should be fed.
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Hur will neither steal Coose, Cock-gelding, nor Beef,
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Hur may venture for Cabbage to play the Thief;
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If hur Father stood by, hur wou'd snipp a piece;
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But warr Cock-gelding, warr Leak, and warr Geese:
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If Linnen or Woolen come once in hur way,
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Hur will have a piece by night or by tay;
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If it be but as much as a Button will make,
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Hur will a small piece from the Remnant take.
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