THE
Unfortunate Fencer;
OR,
The Couragious Farmer of Gloucester-shire.
SHEWING
How this huffing Spark went down into those Parts, Challenging any one at all sorts
of Weapons; and at length shamefully Conquer'd by a Country Farmer.
To the Tune of, The Spinning Wheel.
Licensed according to Order.
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YOu that delight in merriment,
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be pleased to attend a while,
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I hope to give you all content,
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this very Song will make you smile;
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'Tis of a Fencer, brave and bold,
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Adorn'd with rich embroider'd Gold.
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This Spark in pomp, and rich array,
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from London rid with right good will,
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That he young Lords might learn to play
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all sorts of Weapons by his skill;
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And wheresoe'er this Fencer came,
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the drum, and trumpet, blaz'd his fame.
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This huffing Fencer, fierce and stout,
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to Glocester City did repair,
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And for a Sign he then hung out
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a Sword of grand Defiance there;
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The which a Farmer did espy,
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As he by chance was passing by.
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The jolly Farmer, brisk and bold,
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as soon as he the Sword behold,
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He cry'd, what is there to be sold?
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what is your Room with Rapiers fill'd?
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The valiant Fencer did reply,
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I come my Valour here to try.
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With that he did his Rapier shake,
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and said let whose will here arrive,
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I do a noble Challenge make,
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to fight the stoutest Man alive:
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The Farmer said, I'll answer thee,
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If that you dare to Cope with me.
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The Fencer cry'd you sorry slave,
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here by this Rapier in my hand,
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I'll send thee to thy silent Grave,
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against my force no Clown can stand:
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It shall be try'd the Farmer cry'd,
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I value not your huffing Pride.
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Next Morning they a Stage prepare,
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the drums did beat, and trumpets sound,
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Right joyfull tydings to declare,
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this Gallant trac'd the City round,
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Dress'd in his Shirt of Holland fine,
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With Sword which did like Silver shine.
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The Stage he mounted brisk and gay,
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and eke the Farmer straight likewise;
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To whom the Huffing Spark did say,
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of you I'll make a Sacrifice,
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This work in short, I shall compleat,
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Y[ou] should have brought a Winding-sheet.
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No more of that, but let's fall too,
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I hope to make my party good
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And e'er this World I bid adieu,
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who knows but I may let you blood;
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With that he cut him o'er the Face,
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And thus began the Spark's Disgrace.
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But when they came to Quarter-staff,
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the Farmer bang'd the Spark about;
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Which made all the Spectators laugh,
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and with Huzza's they all did shout;
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He made his Head and Shoulders sore,
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He ne'er had been so thrash'd before.
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Thus fairly did he win the day,
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which put the Fencer in a Rage,
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Who through the Crowd did sneak away,
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while the stout Farmer kept the Stage;
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Huzza's of joy, did eccho round,
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While he with Victory was Crown'd.
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