THE
Politick Maid of Suffolk:
OR, THE
Young Lawyer Out-witted.
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COME young Men and Maidens,
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Of high and low degree,
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Or you that love a merry Jest,
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Give Ear a while to me,
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I'd have you give attention,
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to what i have to tell,
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Then hear it out and never dout,
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twill please you wondrous well.
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of a wealthy Lawyer,
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in Suffolk he did dwell,
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He kept a Handsome House-keeper,
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her Name was called Nell,
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He kiss'd and press'd her o'er and o'er,
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as I to you may tell,
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Till her Apron grew to short before,
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Alas poor Nell.
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It happen'd on a certain Night,
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as they were lying in Bed,
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she wept she wail'd she wrung her hands
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and thus to him she said.
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My Virgins Rose you stole away,
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O! wed me sir said she,
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Or I like other Girls may say,
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O woe is me.
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he straitway give her a loving Kiss
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without any more delay,
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He took her by the Lilly white hand,
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and thus to her did say,
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I wish old Nick may take me quick,
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a woeful tale to tell,
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If ever I prove false to thee,
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my dearest Nell.
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Thus with joys and Venus Toys
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they pass away the time
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'Till 7 Months was gone and past,
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but 2 left out of nine,
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Then from his Service turn'd her quite
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as I to you may tell,
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All for the sake of a Lady bright?
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Alas poor nell.
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But when she found herself deciev'd
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She wept and tore her hair,
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And cry'd there's no belief in Man,
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It plainly doth appear,
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oh how cou[l]d he so cruel be,
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Thus to trapan my Heart,
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But I will be reveng'd on him
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Before we part.
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It happen'd that this lady Bright
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She liv'd a Mile from Town,
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And this young lawer ever nige,
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would take a stept to the town
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Forgeting all his former Vows,
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As I to you may tell,
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thus longing for a Richer spouse
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He left poor nell.
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As nell was sitting all alone
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lamenting of her fate
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A project came into her Head,
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Which made her laught out right,
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thought she I'll make myself as black
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As any Devil in Hell
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And wait some night for his comming
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Sing oh brave nell.
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She to Chimny Sweeper went,
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And there a bargin made,
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For have his Sutty Cloaths,
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and further more she said,
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If that my Counsel you keep,
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a Guin[e]a I'll give to thee;
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then let your little Boy but go,
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along with me.
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She having learn'n the Boy his tae,
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She unto h[i]m did say,
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Be sure y[o]u act your part but well
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ther's half half a C[r]own for thee,
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Having stuff'd the Squobs with Gunder
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and all appear'd right well,
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to frightent her Master the lawer
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Sing oh brave nell
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and coming to alonesome wood,
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Without any more delay,
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the wich adjoyned to the Road,
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Where the lawer must come by,
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With a pair of Ram's-horns on her head,
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In a lonesome place stood she,
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But as for blick the sweepers Boy,
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She plac'd him under a tree.
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It Was just about the hour of one,
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as for a t[r]uth We hear;
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the lawyer he came trudgi[n]g home
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From the Courtship of his dear
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and steping o'er to shun the Dirt
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as I to you may tell,
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She quickly caught him by the Coat,
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Sing oh brave nell.
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and With a Doleful Hollow Voice,
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She thus to him did say,
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according to your Wish I'm come,
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to bear you hence away,
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S[h]e said you must alone With me,
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Down to my gloomy Cell,
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Except [t]o Morrow by break of day
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You Wed poor nell.
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With that the Chimny Sweepers Boy,
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Set fire to the train,
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Which Flew and crack'd about his arse
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and made him Roar amain
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Dear Mr. Devil spare me now,
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and mind but What i tell
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and I to Morrow by break of Day
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Will Wed poor nell.
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Well look you do the Devil he Cr[i]ed,
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or mind but what I say,
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Do you see that little Devil,
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that sits by Younder tree;
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If ever you offer to break your Vow,
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As sure as Hell is Hell,
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that little Devil shall come for you,
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If you Slight po[o]r N[e]ll.
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The Lawyer he went trimbling home
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In a most dre[d]ful fright
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Right early in the Morning;
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as so[o]n as it was light;
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With trimbling joyins and stairing eyes
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With looks both Wan and Pale
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He came to her with a humble bow
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Good Morrow dear Nell.
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With Kisses and Embraces:
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He Grainted her Conset,
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and having got a License,
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Unto the Church they went
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and there he made her his lawful Wife,
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as for a truth they tell
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and now they live a Happy life.
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Sing oh Brave N[e]ll.
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She never told to Friend or Foe,
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the trick that had plaid
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Till Eight or Nine weeks after,
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When she was brought to Bed,
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She t[o]ld it at her. [G]ossuping,
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which pleas'd the wenches well,
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Her husband l[a]ug[h]'d and thus r[e]ply'd
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'twas well done Nell.
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