[?]g[?]g, or the Parson of the Parish.
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Authour.
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I Have travell'd farre,
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and done the best I can,
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And used my best indeavours
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to find an honest man:
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But honest men are lost,
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and Knaves doe now aspire,
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But after Honesty Ile send,
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Londons old Cryer.
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Oyes, Oyes, Oyes,
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If any Man or Woman,
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in any Towne can see,
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A man whose words and deeds,
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do both in owne agree:
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Let them bring to the Cryer,
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such an honest man,
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He hath bin lost ever since
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these Troubles first began,
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Oyes, Oyes, Oyes.
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If any Man or Woman,
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can ease us of our paine,
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And bring us newes that Conscience,
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is come to Towne againe:
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Bring word unto the Cryer,
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and prove it to be true,
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He shall be well rewarded
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and have Gods blessing to.
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Oyes, Oyes, Oyes,
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If any Man or Woman,
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such newes to us can bring,
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There's never a Knave in London,
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that will abuse the King,
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Such good and wholesome newes,
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shall welcom'd be to me,
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And he that brings that happy news
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shall well rewarded be.
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Oyes, Oyes, Oyes.
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If any Man or Woman,
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can for a certaine tell,
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What is become of Peace,
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or where that she doth dwell,
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If he can bring her to us,
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and win her for to stay,
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The Souldier he doth loose the field,
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and this man wins the day.
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Oyes, Oyes, Oyes.
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If any Man or Woman,
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in Country or in City,
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Can bring us any Tydings,
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what is become of pitty:
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If they can bring her to us,
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before we are undone,
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They shall have the prayers then,
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of every mothers sonne.
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