A
HYMNE
To the
GENTLE--CRAFT,
OR
Hewsons Lamentation.
To the Tune of the Blind Beggar.
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LIsten a while to what I shall say
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Of a blind Cobler that's gone astray
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Out of the Parliaments Highway,
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Good people pity the blind:
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His name you wot well is Sir John Hewson
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Whom I intend to set my Muse on,
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As great a Warriour as Sir Miles Lewson,
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Good people, etc.
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He'd now give all the Shooes in his shop
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The Parliaments fury for to stop,
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Whip Cobler like any Town-top,
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Good people, etc:
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He hath been in many a bloody field
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And a successful sword did wield,
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But now at last is forced to yield,
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Good people, etc:
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Oliver made him a famous Lord
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That he forgot his Cutting Bord,
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But now his Thred's twisted to a Cord,
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Good people, etc.
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Crispin and he were neer of kin,
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The gentle Craft have a noble Twin,
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But he'd give Sir Hughs bones to save his skin,
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Good people, etc.
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Abroad and at home he hath cut many a Hide,
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A Dog and a Bell must now be his Guide,
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Theyl lash him smartly on the blind side,
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Good people, etc.
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Of all his warlike valiant feats,
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Of his Calves leather and his Neats,
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Let him speak um himself when he repeats,
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Good people, etc.
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Ile only mention one exploit,
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For which when he begs, Ile give him a Doit,
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How he did the City vex and annoy't,
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Good people, etc.
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He marcht into London with Red-coat and Drum
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During the time we had no Bum,
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Being right for the Army as a Cows Thum,
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Good people, etc.
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And there he did the Prentices meet
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Who jeered him as he went through the street,
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But he did them very wel-favouredly greet,
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Good people, etc.
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Bears do agree with their own kind,
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But he was of such a cruel mind,
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He kild his brother Cob. before he had din'd.
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Good people, etc.
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He strutted then like a Crow in a Gutter,
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That nobody durst once more Mutter
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The Capon-Citizens, gan to Flutter,
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Good people, etc.
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After he had them thus defeated,
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To his old quarters he retreated,
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And was by Fleetwood nobly treated,
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Good people, etc.
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He is for this I hear Indited,
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Though the Week before by them Invited,
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But Wise Men say they had as good as Shited,
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Good people, etc.
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He cares not for the Sessions a Lowse,
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They reach not a Peer of the other House
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He's frighted to see that he is a Parliament Chouse,
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Good people, etc:
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And now he's gone the Lord knows whether,
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He and this Winter go together,
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If he be caught he will loose his Leather:
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Good people, etc.
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H'ad best get in some Countrey Town,
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And company keep with Desbrow the Clown,
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You see how the World goes up and down.
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Good people, etc.
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His Coach, and his Horses, are gone to be lost,
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He must vamp it and cart it and thank thee mine host,
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Ther's no more to be said of an old Toast,
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Good people, etc.
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Sing Hi Ho Hewson the State nere went upright,
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Since Coblers could Pray, Preach, Govern, and Fight,
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We shall see what they'l do now you'r out of Sigh.
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Good people, etc.
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