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The Ballad Of Arthur of Bradley.

SEE you not Peirce the Piper, His cheeks as big as a Miter, Piping among the Swains That danc't on yonder plains; Where Tib and Tom do tread it, And Youths their Horn-pipes lead it; With every Man his carriage To go to yonder Marriage, Not one would stay behind But go with Arthur a Bradley. Oh fine Arthur of Bradley, Oh fine Arthur of Bradley, Oh fine Arthur of Bradley, Oh, &c.

Arthur had got him a Lass, A bonnier never was; The Chief youths of the Parish Came dancing of the Morris, With Country Lasses trounsing, And lusty Lads bounsing; Dancing with Musick pride And every one his Wench by his side, They all were fine and gay For the Honour of Arthur of Bradley, Oh fine Ar∣thur of Bradley, Oh, &c.

But when that Arthur was Married, And his Bride home had carryed; The Youngsters they did wait To help to carry up meat: Francis Carried the Furmety, Mihil carryed the Mince-Pye, Bartholomew the Beef and the Mustard, And Christopher carryed the Custard: They every one went in this Ray For the Honour of Arthur of Bradley, Oh fine Arthur of Bradley, Oh, &c.

But when that Dinner was ended, The Maidens they were befriended; For outstept Dick the Draper, And he bid pipe up scraper; Better be dancing a little, Then into the Town to tipple; He bid play him a Horn-pipe That goes fine on the Bag-pipe: Then forward Piper and play, For the Honour of Arthur of Bradley, Oh fine, &c.

Then Richard he did lead it, And Margery she did tread it; Francis followed then, And after courteous Jane. Thus every one after another As if they had been sister and brother, That't was a great joy to see How well they did agree: And then they all did say, Hay for Arthur of Bradley, Oh fine Arthur of▪ Bradley, Oh, &c.

When all the Swains did see This Mirth and merry Glee, There was never a man did smutch her, But every man kist his Wench. But Giles was greedy of gain, And he would needs kiss twain; Her Lover seeing that Did rap him one the Pate, That he had not a word to say For the Honour of Arthur of B••••dley, Oh, fine Arthur of Bradley, Oh, &c.

The Piper look'd aside, And there he 'spide the Bride; He thought it was a hard chance That none would lead her a dance: For never a man dirst touch her, But onely Will the Butcher;

••e took her by the hand And danc'd whilst he could stand: ••he Bride was fine and gay, For the honhur of Arthur of bradley, Oh fine Arthur of Bradley, Oh, &c.

Then out stept will the VVeaver, And he swore he'd not leave her; He hopt it all of a Leg, For the honour of his Peg; ••ut Kester in Cambrick Ruffe, He took that in snuffe; For he against that day Had made himself fine and gay, His Ruff was whipt over with blew, He cried a new dance, a new: Then forward Piper and play, For the honour of Arthur of Bradley, Oh fine, &c.

Then 'gan the Sun decline, And every one thought it time To go unto his home, And leave the Bridegroom alone: To't to't, quoth lusty Ned, VVee'l see them both in bed; For I will jeopard a joynt But I will get his codpiece point: Then strike up Piper and play, For the honour of Arthur of bradley, Oh fine, &c.

And thus the day was spent, And no man homeward went, That there was such crowding and thrusting That some were in danger of bursting, To see them go to bed: For all the Skill they had, He was got to his Bride, And laid him close by her side: They got his Points and Garters, And cut them in pieces like quarters; And then they bid the Piper play For the honour of Arthur of bradley, Oh fine &c.

Then will. and his Sweet-heart Did call for Loth to Depart, And then they did foot it and toss it Till the Cook had brought up the posset, The Bride pye was brought forth, A thing of mickle worth; And so all at the bed side Took leave of Arthur and his Bride, And so they went all away From the wedding of Arthur of Bradley, Oh, &c.