The praise of York-shire ale wherein is enumerated several sorts of drinks : with a description of the humors of most sorts of drunckards : to which is added, a York-shire dialogue, in its pure natural dialect, as it is now commonly spoken in the North parts of York-shire : being a miscellanious discourse or hotch-potch of several country affairs, begun by a daughter and her mother, and continued by the father, son, uncle, neece, and land-lord : after which follows a scold between Nell and Bess, two York-shire women.

A Cruel Flight begins, Amel tweay former Friends.

N.

Thou Ugly Whore what wark made thou last Neet, Thou deserves douking ift hou had thy Reet; That wad ceaul thy sawt A—thou fulsome Bitch, O Rotten Jade thou gave young Nobbs the Itch: Last time he clapperclaw'd thy Reeking A— He may be glad and fain it was neay warse:

B.

Thou lucken-brow'd Trull, there's nean warse than thy sell Thou went to ceaul thy Tail thou knaws at'th well

When every grisely Scab it was seay big, And sare that thou cud neither sit nor lig: I neer Besh—my sell, as thou did Bitch, When 'th Fellow wrought seay sare he gat a stitch Thou cud not git him off thy Belly Jade, Till thou was forced to cry our for Aide, And than'th whors bird thy Daughter Jan com in And pould him of, and drust & made thee clean:

N.

I scorn thy words thou filthy Refie Jade, Thou's gitten an 'ore heat Bitch with thy Trade, Geay shack thy Scabs off Whore, & wesh thy skin: Thou stands mare need than I of macking clean:

B.

Hang thee whore, hang thee, I never was laid yet Between two Feather Beds, to get a Sweat: My hair did nee'r come off thon dirty Drab, As thine did when thy Nose was in a Scab; I ne'r was laid down druncken on a Bed, With all my Clathes poul'd up whore to my head,

And sea left fast asleep with a great Candle ••urning between thy Houghs, that all meet handle, And then deau what they wad thou druncken Sew, Thy Tallow face is like to mack me Spew: ••. How lang ist fine the Lads did shout and hollow And after thee with Rotten Eggs did follow: Thou mawky whore, thou hes forgitten seaur, ••ine'th Cramer gat the up again a deaur, ••••th midst of all'th Towngate, and'th Lads com by; And saw you at it, than they set up a Cry: And than beath thou & he away did sneake, ••f thou can say ought for thy sell, Whore speake,

N.

Thou lees, thou lees, thou grisely Braslen Face, •• nee'r was Pybald yet, ith Saddle place: Nor had a Surgeon to Syring me, As thou had Whore, when thou cud hardly see Thy Head and Face, they war seay swell & sare, That thou had scarcely left thee onny Haire:

B.

As weel hair'd as thy sell, Thou nasty Quea•• Hang thee, thou fulsome Trull, thou's never clea•••• Base Tantrill I never use to tack Neet Ramble And heve my Clathes ram'd up 'ith Butchers Shamble•• Ther's filthy stinking Flesh when thine liggs there, O'th day time seaur there's nean can like sike war••

N.

As good Ware as thy sell Whore every whit•• I never was laid down on a Midden yet, With a Drunken Tinkler fund at warke Between my Legs Whore; it was nut seay dark, But they cud plainly see that did gang by, How sweetly thou and thy Tinckler did lye,

B,

Away, away Whore, thou tells up and down, How monny Men hes laid with thee i'th Town, Thou's a bold Whore, thy like was seldome seen, I marvel neay good Wife Clawts out thy Neen;

N.

Clawt out my neen Whore, but Ile dill thy din, I'le coul thy Haggas Bitch, if I begin,

Nay run nut Whore, Thou's nut seay leet of feaut, ••e git thee an the Devil git the nut; Nay Whore I've gitten haud, Ile coul thee down, ••nd shew thy Neighbours thy bald Scabby Crown •• Murder, Murder, good Neighbours help me seaun▪ ••he Bites and Scrats, Ise flaid Ise be undeaun: Weay worth this Whore, she's riven all my pinner My Coife, and Hankercher' as Ise a Sinner: ••e mack thee pay for this Whore Ile besworn, ••e have a Warrant for the Jade to Moarn: ••. What prates ta still, wad ta have mare yet Trull ••efore I gang thou's have thy Belly full:

••.

What runs ta Whore, hesta gitten'th deaur Sporne ••e have another Bout with thee to Morne: ••hou peeps yet whore, cum out again thou Bitch, ••nd I sall Scrub off all thy Scabs, and Itch, ••hink I've wheested thee Whore, for this Neet, ••hou sal be seaur of mare next time we meet:

B.

Wad, ta kiss'd my A-thou Jarble tail'd Trull th•• Thou's just like a Cow thats keen 'oth Bull no•• Thou pins and decks thy, sell to get a Ride And nean that knaws thee will sike Ket bestrid••

N.

Oh Whore had I but thee here out again, I'de mack thy Ribs to Reeke, and Guts to grai•• If ever I git thee in my Clutches, Ile mack the fit Jade to gang on Crutches.