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B06745
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The wanton wife of Bath. To the tune of, Flying fame, &c.
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1695-1700?
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Wing W723A
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corn and hay At last they ' spied the King in a garden yet from his game he did not start The day was so hot he cast off his doublet he had nothing from his wast but his shirt Lo yonder 's the King said the Nobleman behold follow lo here he goes Believ's he 's some Unthrift says the poor Man that has lost his mony and pawnâ—d his cloths But when he came before the King the Nobleman did his courtesie The poor Man followed after him and gave a nod with 's head and a bend with 's knee And if you be Sir King then said the poor Man as I can hardly think ye be Here is a gude Fellow that brought me hither is liker to be the King than ye I am the King his Grace now said Fellow let me thy case understand If you be Sir King I 'm a Tenant of yours that was born and brought up in your own land There dwells a Lawyer hard by me and a fault with my lease he saith he hath found And all was for felling five poor ashes to build an house upon your own ground Hast thou a lease here said our King or canst thou shew to me the deed He gave it into the King 's own hand and said Sir here 't is if that you can read Let 's see thy lease then said the King then from his black box he pull'd it out He gave it into the King 's own hand with four or five knots ty'd fast in a clout We'st never unloose these knots said the King he gave it to one that behind him did stay It is a proud Horse then said the poor Man will not carry's own provender along the high-way Pay me forty shillings as I se pay you I will not think much to unloose a knot I would I were so occupied every day I 'd unloose a score of 'em for a great When the King had gotten these letters read and found the truth was very so I warrant thee thou hast not forfeit thy lease if thou hadst feld five Ashes mo Ay every one can warrant me but all your warrants are not worth a flee For he that troubles me and will not let me go neither cares for warrant of you nor me Thou 'st have an Injunction said our King from troubling of thee he will cease He 'll either shew the good cause why or else he 'll let thee live in peace What 's that Injunction said the poor Man good Sir to me I pray you say Why it is a letter I 'll cause to be written but art thou so simple as thou show it to day Why if 't be a Letter I 'm never the better keep it to thy self and trouble not me I could ha' had a letter written cheaper at home and ne're a come out of my own Country Thou 'st have an Atachment said our King charge all that thou seest take thy part Till he pay thee a hundred pound besure thou never let him start If any seem against thee to stand besure thou come hither straightway Ay marry is that all I se get for my labour then I may come trotting every day Thou art hard of belief then said our King to please him with letters he was willing I see you have taken great pains in writing with all my heart I se give a shilling I 'll have none of thy shilling said our King Man with thy money God give thee win He threw it into the King's botom the mony lay cold next to his skin Beshrew thy heart then said our King thou art an Carl something too bold Dost thou not see I am hot with Bowling and the mony next my skin lies cold I never wist that before said the poor Man before sike time as I came hither If the Lawyers in our Country thought 't was cold they would not heap up so much together The King called up his Treasurer and bad him fetch him twenty pound If ever thy errand lye here away I 'll bear thy charges up and down When the poor Man saw the Gold down tendred for to receive it he was willing If I had thought the King had had so mickle gold beshrew my heart I 'de ha' kept my shilling The poor Man got home the next Sunday the Lawyer soon did him espy O Sir you have been a Stranger long I think from me you have kept you by It was for you indeed said the poor Man the matter to the King as I have tell I did as my Neighbour put into my head and made a submission to him my sel What a De'il didst thou with the King quoth Lawyer could not Neighbours Friends agree thee me The De'il a Neighbour or Friend that I had that would have been such a Day 's Man as he He has gin me a letter but I know not what they call 't but if the King's words be true to me When you have read and perused it over I hope you 'll leave and let me be He has gin me another but I know not what too but I charge you all to hold him fast Till he pay me an hundred pound I will go tye him fast tull a post Marry God forbid the Lawyer said then the Tachment was read before them there Thou must needs something credit me till I go home and fetch some mear Credit nay that 's it the King forbad he bade if I got thee I should thee stayâ— The Lawyer paid him an hundred pound in ready mony e're he went away Would every Lawyer were served thus from troubling poor Men they would cease They'd either shew him good cause why or else they 'd let him live in peace And thus I end my merry song which shews the plain Man's simpleness And the King 's great mercy in righting wrongs and the Lawyer 's fraud and wickedness London Printed by and for W. O. and are to be sold by the Booksellers in Pye-corner and London-bridge