EBBA 36109
Manchester Central Library - Blackletter Ballads
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Ala[s] p[oore Scholler]
whither wilt thou goe
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strange altrations which at this time be
there's many did thinke they never should see
to the tune of halloo my fancy
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[I]n a melancholly studdy
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None but myselfe
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[M]e thought my muse grew muddy
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after seven yeares readinge
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and costly breedinge
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[I] felt, but could find noo pelfe
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Into learned raggs
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[Ive] rent my plush and sattin
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[a]nd now am fitt to begg
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[in] Hebrew Greeke and lattin
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[I]nstead of Aristotle
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would I had got a patten
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[Alas] poore scholler wither will thou goe
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[Cam]bridge now I must leave thee
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And follow fate
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[Colled]ge hopes doe deceave me
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[I] oft expected
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To have beene elected
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[But de]sert is reprobate
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[Ma]sters of Colledges
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[Have] noe common graces
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[And th]ay that have fellowships
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[have] but common places
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[And those] that schollers are
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[they] must have handsome faces
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[Alas] poore scholler wither wilt thou goe
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I have bowed I have bended
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And all in hope
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One day to be befreinded
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I have preached, I have printed
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whatere I hinted
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To please our english pope
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I worshipt towards the east
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but the sun doth now forsake me
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I finde that I am falinge
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the Northerne winde doth shake me
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would I had beene upright
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for bowinge now ill breake me
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Alas poore scholler wither wilt thou goe.
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At greate preferment I aimed
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wittnes my silke
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But now my hopes are maimed
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I looked lately
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To live most stately
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And have a dairy of bel ropes milke
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But now alas
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myselfe I must not flatter
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Bygamy of steeples
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is a laughing matter
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Each man must have but one
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and Curates will growe fatter
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Alas poore scholler wither wilt thou goe
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