THE
STATESMAN.
A New COURT
BALLAD.
Tune of, A Begging we will go, etc.
Aude aliquid brevibus Gyaris aus carcere dignum,
Si vis esse aliquis ------ ------ Juvenal.
Dare to be vile, the Ax and HALTER dare,
If GREAT you be, of HONESTY take Care.
LONDON:
Printed for L. SOW, without Temple-Bar, and sold by
the Booksellers of London and Westminster.
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SOME Years ago from Norfolck,
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There came a Gallant Wight,
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And tho' it is most strange, yet
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He cou'd both Read and Write;
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So to London he wou'd go, wou'd go, etc.
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He understood Accounts too,
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And thought himself most fit
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Because well vers'd in Figures,
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In Parliament to sit;
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So to London he wou'd go, etc.
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For why, whilst at his Father's he
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Had heard it often said,
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That some there were that sat there
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That strange queer Figures made;
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So to London he wou'd go, etc.
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But first he thought it fitting
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To Lynn to go and try
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There Votes if he cou'd beg,
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Or their Votes if he cou'd beg,
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to London he wou'd go, etc.
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To Lynn then straight he trudges,
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And as soon as he gets there,
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He to a Cuckold goes,
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Good morrow, Mr. Mayor;
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To London I wou'd go, etc.
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I have a Mind, good Sir,
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In Parliament to sit,
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If that you'll please to think me
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To represent you fit;
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For to London I wou'd go, etc.
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To London I wou'd go, Sir,
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My Fortune for to try,
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Therefore if you won't give your Votes,
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Your Votes, Sir I wou'd buy;
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For to London fain I go, etc.
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I hear the People there
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Soon ample Fortunes make;
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And I'll make mine as soon,
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Or else I'll much mistake;
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When to London I do go, etc.
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Some Persons who are there, I hear,
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And make a gallant Show,
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Soon raise an ample Fortune,
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By saying Ay or No,
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So to London I wou'd go, etc,
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For if to raise a Fortune,
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That is the only Way,
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I think I can say Ay or No,
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G-dz[-]-ns as well as they;
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So to London I vou'd go, etc.
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Friend Robin quoth the Mayor,
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You speak like a Man of Sense.
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I wou'd not give a Fig for him
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Who cannot get the Pence,
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So to London you shall go, etc.
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And to be chosen here, I am sure,
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That is your only Way;
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For he who cannot get the Pence,
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To us no Pence can Pay.
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So to London you shall go, etc.
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The Mayor he spoke full wisely,
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For he mostly rightly thought,
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He was not the worth the choosing, if
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He was not worth a Groat;
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But to Strombolo might go etc.
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Then hey for Westminster, quoth Bob,
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And when I am got there,
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I soon shall be a great Man,
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That Friend, I need not fear;
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So to London I will go, etc.
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You need not fear, says Mr. Mayor,
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For if you go to that,
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He needs must be a great Man
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Who has a Ton of Fat;
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So to London you may go, etc.
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To London then he came,
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And to St. Stephens went,
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For there to raise his Fortune.
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It was his full intent;
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When to London he did go, etc.
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Being got on St. Stephens,
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A mighty Noise he made,
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For that to raise a Fortune's,
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The only Way 'tis said;
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So to Speeching he did go, etc.
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So to Speeching he did go,
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And like a Man of Sense,
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He certainly said Ay or No.
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Just as he got the Pence;
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When to Voting he did go, etc.
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Says Marlbro', this is somebody,
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That makes this mighty Noise,
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And therefore he shall have a Place,
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Ay, that he shall my Boys;
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And to Speeching he shall go, etc.
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He had not long enjoy'd his Place,
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But being mad or Drunk,
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To shew he hated Money,
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Five hundred Pounds he sunk,
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So to th Tower he did go, etc.
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To make him some Amends then,
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For being thither sent,
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A Paymaster of the Guards he's made,
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But yet he's not content;
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So to Speeching he does go, etc.
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To still the Noodle next,
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He's made M-te-st[?]r of St-t-,
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And Treaties make by wholesale,
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For which he'll meet his Fate;
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When to the Tower he does go, etc.
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But yet not being satisfy'd,
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He needs must have a string,
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And it must be a Blue one,
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'Cause that's a pretty thing;
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When to Norfolck he does go,
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However, let him have his Wim,
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And dangle the Blue string,
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So he's but doom[']d at last
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In an Hempen one to Swing.
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When to TYBURN he does go,
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