Sportive vvit the muses merriment, a new spring of lusty drollery, joviall fancies, and a la mode lamponnes, on some heroic persons of these late times, never before exposed to the publick view / collected for the publick good by a club of sparkling wits, viz. C.J., B.J., L.M., W.T., cum multis alsis----

A Song made when King Charles was at Plymouth.

1.

A Riddle a Riddle me neighbor Iohn▪ Whore ich chave late a been a? Me chave a been to Plymouth mon, The leck was nere a zeen a; Zuch streets, zuch men, zuch hugiou•• zea••, And Guns, with things that tumbling, Thy zell wea me, would blesse to zee Zuch bomination jumbling.

2.

The streets ore-laid with shindle stone, Do glysney leck the zea a, Brays shops stand open ole day long, Ich think a Vare, that bee a. And many a gallant man ther goeth In goold, that zaw the King a; The King, zom zware, himzell was thar, A Mon, or zom zuch thing a.

3.

Amidst the zeas wear vleeing burd, And wooden houzes zwim a, As vull of goods, as ich have hard, Wea men up to the brim a: Th•• venter to another world, Desiring to conquer a, Vor thar hugh Guns ar divilish ones, Do dunder and spa•• veer a.

4.

Voole, thou that haft no water past, But that below the Moore a, To zee the zea woudst be agast, It do zo rage and roare a. It is zo zolt, thy tongue would think The veer war in the water; It is zo wide no lond's espide, Look nare zo long tharater.

5.

Thick water vro the Element, None can discern che vor a, It zeemeth low, yet ole do ze 'Tis higher than the Moore a: 'Tis strange how looking up the cleve, M••n shud look downward rather, And if tha chad not zeet my zell, Chud scarce beleev'd my vather.

6.

Oh neighbor Iohn, how var is that? Our Mizen ••ar chill leave a, Chill mop no longer there, that's vlat, To wash a zheep, or zeer a, Tho it zo var as London be, Which is ten miles cha magin, Chill thither his, and thick place I, Chill hold in great in dudgine.