SONG.
1.
He ••an at me first in the shape of a Ram,
And over and over the Sow Gelder came;
〈◊〉〈◊〉 and I halter'd him fast by the born,
I pl•••••• ••ut his Stones as you'd pick out a Corn.
〈◊〉〈◊〉, quoth the Devil, and forth he stunk,
And left us a Carcase of Mutton that stunk,
2.
The next time I ••ode a good mile and a half,
Where 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••e did live in disguise of a Calf,
I 〈◊〉〈◊〉 and I g•••• him, ere he did any evil;
He was here at his best, but a sucking Devil.
Man, yet he cry'd, and forth he did steal,
And this was seld after, for excellent Veal.
3.
Some half a year after in the form of a Pig,
I met with the Rogue, and he look'd very big;
I catch'd at his leg, laid him down on a log,
Ere a man could fa••t twice, I had made him a Hog.
Owgh, quoth the Devil, and forth gave a Jer••,
That a few was converted, and eat of the Perk.
1 Bo.
Groats apiece, Groats apiece, Groats apiece,
There sweet Sow-Gelder.
Enter Prig and Ferret.
Prig.
Will ye see any feats of activity,
Some Sleight of hand, Legerdemain? hey pass,
Presto, be gone there?
Prig.
S••rah, play you your art well; draw near Piper:
Look you, my honest friends, you see my hands;
Plain dealing is no Devil: lend me some Money,
Twelve pence a piece will serve.
Prig.
I thank you,
Thank ye heartily: when shall I pay ye?
All B.
Ha, ha, ha, by th' Mass this was a fine trick.
Prig.
A merry sleight toy: but now I'll show your Worships
A trick indeed.
••ig.
Mark him well now my Masters.
Prig.
Here are three balls,
These balls shall be three bullets,
One, two, and three: ascentibus, malentibus.
Presto, be gone: they are vanish'd: fair play, Gentlemen.
Now these three, like three Bullets, from your three Noses
Will I pluck presently: fear not, no harm Boys,
T••t•••••• ••n patul••.
Prig.
R••••bans sub jermine sa••
2 B.
Ye pull too hard; ye pull too hard.
Prig.
Stand fai•• then:
Silver••ramtr••m tram.
Prig.
Come alost, bullets three, with a whim-wham.
Have ye their Moneys?
2 B.
Oh admirable Jugler!
Prig.
One trick more yet;
Hey, come alost; sa, sa, slum, slum, taradumbis?
East, West, North, South, now fly like Jack with a bumbis.
Now all your money's gone; pray search your pockets.
3 B.
The Devil a penny's here!
Prig.
This was a rare trick.
1 B.
But 'twould be a fat rarer to restore it.
Prig.
I'll do ye that too; look upon me earnestly,
And move not any ways your eyes from this place,
This Button here? pow, whir, whiss, shake your po••••
1 B.
By th' Mass 'tis here again, boys.
Prig.
Rest ye merry;
My first trick has paid me.
All B.
I, take it, take it,
And take some drink too.
Prig.
Not a drop now I thank you,
Away, we are discover'd else.
Ex:
Enter Gerrard like a blind Aqua vitae man, and a Boy, singing the Song.
Bring out your Cony-skins, fair maids to me,
And hold 'em fair that I may see;
Grey, black, and blue: for your smaller skins,
I'll give ye looking glasses, pins:
And for your whole Coney, here's ready, ready Money
Come Gentle Jone, do thou begin
With thy black, black, black, Coney-skin.
And Mary then, and Jane will follow,
With their silver hair'd skins, and their yellow
The white Cony-skin, I will not lay by,
For though it be faint, 'tis fair to the eye;
The grey, it is warm, but yet for my Money,
Give me the bonny, bonny black Cony.
Come away fair Maids, your skins will decay:
Come, and take money, maids, put your ware away.
Cony-skins, Cony-skins, have ye any Cony-skins,
I have fine bracelets, and fine silver pins.
Ger.
Buy any Brand Wine, buy any Brand Wine?
Boy.
Have ye any Cony-skins?
2 Boy.
My fine Canary bird, there's a Cake for the Worship
1 B.
Come fill, fill, fill, fill suddenly: let's see Sir,
What's this?
1 B.
Fill till't be six pence,
And there's my Pig.
Boy.
This is a Counter, Sir.
1 B.
A Counter! stay ye, what are these then?
O execrable Jugler! O damn'd Jugler!
Look in your hose, hoa, this comes of looking forward.
3 B.
Devil a Dunkirk! what a Rogue's this Jugler!
This hey pass, repass, h'as repast us sweetly.
2 B.
Do ye call these tricks.
Enter Higgen.
Hig.
Have ye any Ends of Gold, or Silver?
2 B.
This Fellow comes to mock us; Gold or Silver 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Copp••••
1 B.
Yes, my good Friend,
We have e'n an end of all we have.
Hig.
'Tis well Sir,
You have the less to care for: Gold and Silver.
Ex••••.
Enter Prigg.
Pr.
Have ye any old Cloaks to sell, have ye any old Clo••••s to sell?
Ex••••
1 B.
Cloaks! Look about ye Boys: mine's gone!
2 B.
A— juggle 'em?
—O they're Prestoes: mine's gone too!
1 B.
Come, come let's drink then more Brand Wine.
1 B.
If e'r I catch your Sow-gelder, by this hand I'll strip ha••
Were ever Fools so ferkt? We have two Cloaks yet;
And all our Caps; the Devil take the Flincher.
All B.
Yaw, yaw, yaw, yaw.
Enter Hemskirk.
Hem.
Good do'n my honest Fellows,
You are merry here I see.
3 B.
'Tis all we have left, Sir.
Hem.
What hast thou? Aqua vitae?