The Ragman:
OR,
A Company that fell at oddes one day,
Which of them should carry the Cunny skins away,
They strove who should have it, but none of them wise,
For the Usurer and the Devill carry away the prize.
To the Tune of Upon the highest Mountaines, or, The absence of my Mistresse
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THere was a Ragman and a madman
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As they travelled on a day,
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There came a Begger and a Bagman
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And stole the Cunny skins away:
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Quoth the madman
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to the Ragman
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I have it in my braine,
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to make the Begger
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and the Bagman
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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Then with a cup of fuddle
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The Madman he did take
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The Bagman on the noddle
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Till his braines began to ake,
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till the Begger
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he did stagger
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He had drunke himselfe so blind:
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thus they payd them
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till they made them
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Leave the Cunny skins behind.
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It was a Lock-smith and a Drinker
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As they went forth on a day,
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They met a Black-smith and a Tinker
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Stole the Cunny skins away?
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quoth the Lock-smith
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to the Drinker
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I will take him o're the braine,
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I'le make the Black-smith
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and the Tinker
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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Thou shalt finde me as good mettle
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The Drinker he did say,
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As any is in the Kettle
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He beates upon each day:
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quoth the Lock-smith
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(then the Black-smith)
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Also by me shall finde
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Ile so fuddle
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Vulcans noddle
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Till he leave the Cunny skins behinde.
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There was a Cobler and a Broome-man
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As they did meet one day,
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There came a Carman and a Plowman
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Stole the Cunny skins away,
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quoth the Cobler
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to the Broome-man
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W[e]'le so toxicate the braine
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we'le make the Carman
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and the Plowman
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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We will call them to a parley,
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The Broome-man thus did say,
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How they sow their Oates and Barley.
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And how they cut their Grasse and Hay,
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then the Carman
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leg and arme man
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With Barly broth wee'le bind,
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wee'le not forsake them
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till we make them
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Leave the Cunny skins berhinde.
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The second part, [?]
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IT was a Joyner and a Rope maker
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As they went on the way
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There came a Brewer and a Baker
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Stole the Cunny skins away
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quoth the Joyner
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to the Rope maker
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Tis in a merry vaine.
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make the Brewer
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and the Baker
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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Quoth the Joyner to the Brewer
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Though that malt in price doe fall
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Yet still he will be sure
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For to make his drinke too small
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the Rope maker
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told the Baker
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Your knavery we shall finde
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which if we take you
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we shall make you
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Leave the Cunny skins behind.
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It was a Glover and a Weaver
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As they met on the way
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There came a Fidler and a Pedler
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Stole the Cunny skins away.
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quoth the Glover
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to the Weaver
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I will take him o're the braine
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wee'le make the Fidler
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and the Pedler
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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The Weaver with his Treddle
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So fast about him laid
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Till the Fidler puld out's Fiddle
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And then a Lesson plaid
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whilst the Glover
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with strong liquor
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So well their caps had lin'd
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which made the Fidler
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and the Pedler
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Leave the Cunny skins b[ehin]de[.]
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It was a Broaker and a Taylor
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As they met on a day
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Came the Hangman and the Jaylor
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Stole the Cunny skins away
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quoth the Broker
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to the Taylor
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wee'le take them on the braine,
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and make the Hangman
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and the Jaylor
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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Quoth the Broaker, if the Hangman
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I chance withall to meete
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His sides I will so bang (man)
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He shall hardly stand on's feete,
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quoth the Taylor
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with the Jaylor
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No pleasure I can finde,
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but if we take them
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we shall make them
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Leave the Cunny skins behind.
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It was a Royster and a Revell
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As they did meete one day,
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Came an Usurer and the Devill
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Stole the Cunny skins away:
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quoth the Royster
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to the Revell
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Wee'le take them on the braine
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wee'le make the Usurer
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and the Devill
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Bring the Cunny skins againe.
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The Royster with his Rapier
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At the Devill he did runne,
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And at him he did vapour,
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But could not make him shunne,
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whilst the Revell
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he did cavell
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Crying out we have foule play
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for the Usurer
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and the Devill
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Beares the Cunny skins away.
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