The Merry Mans Resolution
OR,
His last farewell to his former acquaintance,
Declaring how hee rambled up and down,
Through all the Suburbs of fair London Town,
Where pretty wenches hee did plenty find,
But some of them agreed not with his mind,
Till at the last by chance hee found out one,
Which pleas'd him best, so left the rest alone,
To her hee then cling'd close as I heard tell,
Made her his mate and bid the rest farewell.
To a gallant new Tune, called the Highlanders new Rant.
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NOw farewell to Saint Gileses
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that standeth in the fields
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And farewell to Turnbull-street
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for that no comfort yeilds,
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Farewell unto the Grey-hound,
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and farewell the Bell,
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And farewell my land-lady,
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whom I do love so well
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With a come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go not from mee,
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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Farewell to Long Acre,
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that stands neer to the Mews
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And farewell unto Drury-Lane
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where pretty wenches use,
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And farewell unto Sodom
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and all her painted Drabs,
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And farewell unto Bloomsbury
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and all their vapouring scabs
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And come love,
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Stay Love,
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go not from me,
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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Farewell to Crose-lane,
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where lives some babes of graces
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Farewell to Common-garden,
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and all her wanton places,
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Farewell unto West-minster
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and farewell to the Strand
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Where I had choyce of mopseis
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even at my own command,
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Sing come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go along with mee,
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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Farewell to the Bankside
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farewell to Black-mans street,
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Where with my bouncing lasses,
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I oftentimes did meet,
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Farewell to Kentstreet Garrison,
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farewell to Horsey-down,
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And all the smirking Wenches,
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that dwells in Redrif Town,
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And come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go along with mee,
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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The second part to the same tune.
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NOw farewell unto Wapping
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and farewell to Blackwall,
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Farewell to Ratclife high-way,
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Rosemary lane and all,
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And farewell unto Shore-ditch,
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and More-fields eke also,
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Where mobs to pick up cullies,
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A night walking do go,
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Then come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go along with mee,
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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In White-crose street and Goldenlane
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do straping lasses dwell,
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And so there do in every street
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twixt that and Clarkenwell,
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At Cowcrose and Smithfield,
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I have much pleasure found,
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Where wenches like to Fayeries,
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did often trace the round,
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Yet come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go not from mee,
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For all those girles ile forsake for thee.
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Yet something more ile speak off
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which seems to many strange.
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There's store of pretty wenches,
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lives neer to the Exchange;
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And many more there are sure,
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that dwelleth in Cheapside,
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And other streets in London,
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which are both broad and wide,
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Yet come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go not from mee,
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For all those girles ile forsake for thee.
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To all the Country mopseis
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where-ever they do dwell,
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In this my last conclusion,
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I likewise bid farewell,
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Though they were used in former time
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to come when I did call,
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I take thee for the boldest,
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and best among them all,
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Then come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go not from mee,
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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At Bristoll and at Glocester
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I had of Loves great store:
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But now I find enough of thee,
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I will desire no more.
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And what I have said to thee
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thou shalt find true and right:
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Ile do thee trusty service
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at morning and at night
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Then come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go not from mee,
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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Farewell black patches,
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and farewell powdered locks,
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And farewell Luthners Ladies
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for they have got the pox,
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Farewell the Cherry-garden,
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forevermore adue
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And farewell to Spur-Alley,
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and all that wanton crew,
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And come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go not from mee,
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For all those girles Ile forsake for thee.
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