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At OJienj^i like a warlike Lad,
I laid about as I wete Mad:
But little would you think,
That e'er 1 had been,
Such a good Old Soldier of the Q^ueen:
Rut if Sir Irancis Vere^
Were living now, and here,
He would tell you how I flalli'd *em thcic. j
The HoUatiders my Fury know,
For oft with them I've dealt a Blow;
Then did I take a warlike Dance
Quite through Sp;«i«, and into Fi-aticei
And there I ijient a Flood
Of very noble Blood,
Yet all would do but little good 5
For now I home am come,
With my Rags upon my Bum,
And crave of your Worfliip one fmall Sum.
And now my Cafe you undernand.
Pray lend to me your helping Hand;
A little thing would pleafure me,
It is not Bread and Cheefe,
Nor Barley- Lees,
Or any fuch like Scraps as thefe |
But what I beg of you,
Is a Shilling one or two,
Kiud Sir, yourPurfe-fttings pray undo.
SONG LIV. Andrew, 6^. ,
AJiJv^v) and Maudlin, Rsbecca and WUh |
Maygaret and Thomas, and Jockey and;
Mavy ;
Mate o'th' Kitchen, and Kit of the Mill, _ y
tick the Plow- man, and Joan of the Dairy, ;
To folace their Lives, and to fweeten their-
Labour,
All met on a time wiih a Pipe and a Tabort