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Broadside ballad entitled 'Gray's Ellegie With His Own Conceity Answer'
Own Conceity ANSWER.
1 AND has ald Death e'n come at last
For ought I hear,
Nay find a. Tear.
indeed was better nor him-sell,
How auld was he,
She winny Lie.
3 With Willie Mathew he was bred,
Had little Peace,
But now into his Grave he's laid
That crost their Face.
nor half O that,
To beat their Back.
and Betty too I understand,
Nor Credit bad,
Ther's no great Miss tho' Death command
6 This Gray he had a virtuous Wife,
ay while he Liv'd,
She's e'n reliev'd
But very careless O' his Trade,
To make him Wirk,
There let him Lurk,
there he would clash and drink an Hour,
The News to read,
That's true indeed.
9 Forsooth he was a gelly Gose,
And with good Fellows took his Doss
of Ale you ken.
Fin care o' them.
10 For Honnest Betty mony a Day,
has wish't that a their Bungs were dry,
He stay'd our Lang
when she was Thrang
W HAT Raskal's this dar be so bold,
me for to Hector so and Scold
That thinks my faillings to unfold
Which doth me grieve
For I am neither Dead nor Old,
But we your Leave.
2 Is Louden Folks sick Fools think ye,
will they go Thirty Miles and three,
To ask the Dead how old I be,
That's Jannie Beell;
That she can neither Speak nor Lie,
They ken fow Well.
3 It's true I unto Mathow went,
to learn a Trade was my Intent,
But Wives more cross then Dogs in Lent
it's there did dwell,
To make them gree much Time I spent
Themselves can tell.
4 How cou'd I be a cruel Knave,
to Davie's Dog and a the lave
They eat our Hides which did us grive
or they were Tan'd
To Thieves I'm sure if Justice give,
They should be Hang'd
Out fy for Shame,
look ay at Hame,
6 It's true I have a Virtuous wife
Sure you would give her no Relief
Gin I were Dead,
Nay Fiend a Head.
7 It is well kend into this Town,
Altho you say I make but an,
And does discrave,
whose yet alive
8 I do not think it with my Pen,
to answer Nonsense Line by Line,
What ailse the lown
for to begin ;
9 My Elegie it for to make,
Indeed I'm sorry for your sake
You silly Fool,
10 Me with Sower Ale, or this and that,
It's a but Nonsence well I wat
You should be whang'd,
E'n go be hang'd.
Probable period of publication:
1720-1730 shelfmark: Ry.III.c.36(112)