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Poor Robins perambulation from Saffron-Walden to London performed this month of July, 1678.
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Poor Robin.; Winstanley, William, 1628?-1698.
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Poor Robins PERAMBULATION FROM Saffron-Walden TO LONDON Performed this Month of JVLY 1678. With Allowance July 11. 1678. Ro. L'Estrange LONDON Printed for T.E. and are to be Sold by the General Assembly of Hawkers 1678. Poor ROBIN'S Perambulation from Saffron-Walden to London c. NOw have amongst you Gallants here 's a story Will make you laugh or else I should be sorry 'T is of a Journey lately made from Walden To London and of several places call'd in As by the way I travel'd with their Rarities Of Vice and Virtue and their great disparities 'T was in the year of Grace call'd Sixteen hundred Seventy and seven as our account is numbred The Eve o' th' Scottish Champion St. Andrew Who wore as good a sword as e're man drew Being the twenty-ninth day of November Called St. Saturnine as I remember The very next day when the Term was ended Wherein much ah too much Coin is expended The sign was in Aquarius or the Legs Being Wednesday a day for Fish and Eggs. The Moon full four days old the wind was North When I on this mad Journey did set forth As for the Tide I will not mention here For we have neither Sea nor Thames us near And therefore of their Ebbs or of their flowing Very few persons thereabouts are knowing Thus having shown you when in the next place I 'le show you whence my Journey I did trace 'T was from the Rose and Crown where Mr. Eve Doth keep a House like to an Under-sheriff There is good Sack good French-Wine and good Beer And if you 'l dine or sup there is good cheer Or does your stomack to a Breakfast stand There 's cold roast Beef or Pork at your command For those men who the truth of this deny it Let them go there and do as I did try it There for your money you shall have kind usage Good words and reckonings right without abusage There at my parting some kind friends of mine Would needs bestow on me a quart of Wine Where with stout drinking e're my parting hour That Quart was made at least a three or four But Sol his speedy journey would not stay And posting-time did call me thence away Yet would my Jovial friends on me attend Part of my Journey unto Audley-end By them call'd Nineveh but no great City Though too much sin may be there more 's the pity There at the sign of such a thing I think As never swam on pond or rivers brink Of a Black Swan which is as rare 't is said As of a wench with child to be a maid Yet although of this Sign there 's no such thing It was a sign there was good drink within And that we found fresh sprightly and well tasted With drinking which we a long hour wasted But friends at last must part though loth they be And so with much leave-taking then did we When ' cause bad company should be withstood I walkt alone and so had none but good The first Town I came to was Wenden nam'd Who hate Eighth Henry though a King much sam'd The reason of the same they understand He was the first man ever wore a Band And that 's a fashion to which they 'l not come As being chargeable and troublesome Therefore without Bands commonly they go By which sign you a Wenden-man may know From Wenden I my course did next way bend Unto the place is called Sparrows-end Where Mr. Harris my old friend the Tanner Did entertain me in most courteous manner And having drunk such strong drink as we found With which his House doth commonly abound To Newport-pond my course I next way bent And in at the sign of the Black-Bull went Where scarcely in a room I had set down When in came my old friends kind Mr. Br And Mr. Woo two who love their friend With true and hearty love unto the end For though they in another Town do live They to their Neighbour some kind Visits give 'T was twelve a Clock Dinner-time did approach When men whet Knives on Wheels of Cart or Coach The Cloth was laid and by the scent o' th' meat One might perceive there something was to eat And so it prov'd indeed for from the pot Came forth a Rump of Beef was piping hot And from the Spit was brought a loyn of Mutton Would satisfie the stomack of a Glutton For like a Loyn of Beef it might been knighted To which our Hostess kindly us invited Which we accepted of and to delight her Told her none could deny such an inviter For she 's a Widow of such excellent carriage Would make a man most happy in her Marriage Being young fresh fair of a most pregnant wit And for a kind good Husband sure most fit We having din'd and join'd a pint or two Then forwards on my Journey I did go And first I came unto a Town called Rickling Where for to stay a while I made no stickling But presently in at the Kings-head fell Where of Compounding Dick I there heard tell To whom if that it please you to resort ye He for a hundred pound will mortgage forty Shillings a year nor do you think I jest It 's very true indeed probatum est Or lend him lesser sums which if you do For twenty Shillings he will pay you two Not two and twenty Shillings no such plenty I mean he 'l pay you two Shillings for twenty Pray lend him then and this shall be your portion You shall not need fear being su'd for extortion From the Kings-head I out of doors scarce went But was in Quenden-street incontinent Of many a handsome Country-House the station It seems to be a little Corporation Yet are the Houses not so neat as strong And doth most to one Gentleman belong For nothing on it can you look asquint Unless cause there is ne're an Ale-house in 't Good air brave Woods and fine rich Meadow-ground And doth with every sort of Grain abound The young men there do bear the Bell away From all the Towns about at Foot-ball play Unto a Farmers House I went out-right Who entertained me like to a Knight And though at Newport I had din'd before Yet here with him I must eat one bit more Some Ribs of Pork new kill'd broil'd on a Gridiron Of seven ribs three on each side and one mid-iron But ere they laid them on they did them Salt A Shooing-horn to draw down juice of Malt Yet thus much of his Beer 's strength I do know 'T would well go down without helps thereunto And who thereof to drink too much on 't ventures 'T will turn him Scrivener for to make Indentures Which made me have a care of that same drink Because some Scriveners are K s I think But whether so or no I 'le leave to Pen They may be Knaves or may be honest men But to the matter ere that we did part I of his liquor took down many a quart Then fear lest I should