The ioviall pedler. Or, A merry new ditty which is both harmlesse pleasant and witty To a pleasant nevv tune.

The Ioviall Pedler. OR,

A merry new Ditty Which is both harmlesse Pleasant and witty.

To a pleasant new tune.

[illustration]

Here was a Ioviall Pebler, And he cryde Cony-skins, ••••d on his back he had a pack ••••ll of points and pins, ••••th laces and braces ••d other prety things. Hey down he down

With a hey down, down, Down, derry, derry, down, The Pedler, never •…•…ins But still doth cry So merry merrily, Maids have you any Cony, Cony skins.

Maids bring out your Cony-skins, The Pedler doth you pray For them you may have points or pins Be they bla•••• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 gray,

The Pedlar to an Ale-house went And call'd for béere and ale, In midst of all his merriment His purse began to faile. His laces and braces And all his prety things hey down, With a hey down, down, Down.

When he came to pay the shot His heart grew very cold, For he had broke a black pot Which made his Ostesss Scold. And all his money spent Which made him to lament hey down With a day

The Pedler took his cony-skins, And his Cob, web Lawn, The Pedler took his points and pins, laid them there to pawn: 〈…〉〈…〉 ••nd braces▪

The second part

to the same tune

[illustration]

The Pedler he went drunk to bed, And when he did awake, When he remembred what he did, It made his heart to ake. His Ostesse had his ware, And left him very bare. hey down

He to his Ostesse faire did say, And did prevaile so farre, He got his ware of her again, And took his leave of her: He took up his pack And hung it on his back. hey down.

The high-way it was very déep Which sortly troubled him, Through the water did he créep, And set his ware to swim: His lates and braces, And all his prety things. hey down,

The Pedler on a hill did get, And laid his ware to dry, His cony-skins was very wet. Which grieved him wondrously His laces and braces, And all his prety things. hey down.

The Pedler he fell fast asléep, And as a sléep he lay: Vp the hill a Knave did creep, And stele his ware away, His laces and braces, And all his prety things. hey down.

The Pedler waked from his sléep, sound his ware was gone, 〈…〉〈…〉eep With an empty pack To shew what he did lack hey down,

There was two lovely Lasse, That in one house old dwell. The one of them was bony Kate, The other bouncing Nell: And either of them both had Cony-skins to sell. hey down

Kate brought forth her Cony-skins From under-neath the Laires, They were as black as any Iet, And full of silver haires: The Pedler would have bought them Rather then his eares. hey down,

Nell brought forth hers to sell One of another view, They were as good as good might be And that the Pedler knew. The sawcy Iack set down his pack, And set his wares to view, hey down

Besse went tripping ore the gréen With one poore Cony-skin, Because shee would not have it séene, Or known where shée had bin: Shee closely hid the same Vntill the Pedler came. hey down,

The Maidens of Camberwell Brought forth their skins, But when they came their ware to sell, The Pedler hed no pins, Nor laces, nor ••races, Nor suc•• pr••ty ••••ings. hey down,

The Maidens have truste With their Cony skins, and he hat•• 〈…〉〈…〉'd 〈1… lines〉〈1… lines〉