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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58989	The Second part of Merry drollery, or, A Collection of jovial poems, merry songs, witty drolleries, intermix'd with pleasant catches collected by W.N., C.B., R.S., J.G., lovers of wit.	W. N.	1661 (1661)	Wing S2295; ESTC R37360	61,415	164

a troop of mighty Knights when first he did begin That sought adventures far and nigh what conquest they might win The ranks of the Pagans full oft he put to flight But St. George St. George did with the Dragon fight St. George c. The noble Earl of Warwick that called was Sir Guy The Infidels and Pagans much he did desie He slew the Giant Brandemoor after was the death Of the most gastly dun Cow the devil of Dunsmore heath Besides other noble Deeds he did beyond the seas But St. George St George the Dragon did appease St. George c. Valentine and Orson of King Pipins blood Alfred and Henry they were Knights good The four Sons of Amon that fought for Charlemain Sir Hugh de Bourdeaux and Godfrey de Bullaign These were all french Knights that lived in that age But St. George St. George the Dragon did asswage St George c. When at the first K. Richard was King of this Land He gorged a Lyon with his naked hand The noble Duke of Austria nothing he did fear He killed his Son with a box on the ear Besides other noble deeds done in the holy-Land But St. George St. George the Dragon did withstand St. George c. When as the third King Edward had conquered all France He quartered their Arms his honour to advance He ransack'd their Cities threw their Castles down And garnished his head with a double double Crown He thumped the French homeward then he came But St. George St. George the Dragon he did came St. George c. St David of Wales did the Welchmen much advance St. James for Spain that never yet broke Lance St. Patrick for Ireland that was St. Georges Boy Seven years he kept his horse then stole him away For which filthy act a slave he doth remain But St. George St. George the Dragon he hath slain St. George for England St. Denis for France Sing Hony soit qui mal y pense Arthur of Bradly SAw you not Pierce the Piper His Cheeks as big as a Myter Piping among the Swains That 's down in yonder Plains Where Tib and Tom doth tread it And Youths the hornpipe lead it With every one his carriage To go to yonder Marriage For the honour of Arthur of Bradly O brave Arthur of Bradly O fine Arthur of Bradly O brave Arthur of Bradly Oh. Arthur hath gotten a Lass A bonnier never was The chiefest youths in the Parish Come dancing in a Morris With Country Gambols flouncing Country Wenches trouncing Dancing with mickle pride Every man his wench by his side For the honour of Arthur c. And when that Arthur was married And his Wife home had carried But when that Arthur was married And his Bride home had carried The Youngsters they did wait To help to carry up meat Francis carried the Furmety Michael carried the Mince-pye Bartholomew the Beef and the Mustard And Christopher carried the Custard Thus every one went in this Ray For the honour of Arthur of Bradley Oh fine c. But when that Dinner was ended The Maidens they were befriend For out stept Dick the Draper And he bid pipe up scraper Better be dancing a little Then into the Town to tipple He bid him play him a Horn-pipe That goes fine of the Bagpipe Then forward Piper and play For the honour of Arthur of Bradly Oh fine c. Then Richard he did lead it And Margery she did tread it Francis followed then And after courteous Jane And every one after another As if they had been sister and brother That 't was a great sight to see How well they did agree And then they all did say Hay for Arthur of Bradley Oh fine c. When all the Swains did see This mirth and merry glee There was never a man did flinch But every man kist his Wench But Giles was greedy of gain And he would needs kiss twain His Lover seeing that Did rap him on the pate That he had not one word to say For the honour of Arthur of Bradley Oh fine 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 durst touch her But only Will. the Butcher He took her by the hand And danc'd whilst he could stand The Bride was fine and gay For the honour of Arthur of Bradley Oh fine c. Then out stept Will. the Weaver And he swore he 'd not leave her He hopt it all of a Leg For the honour of his Peg But Kester in Cambrick Ruffe He took that in snuff 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 We 'll 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 crouding 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 peeces 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 Loath 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. A Catch THere was three Cooks in Colebrook And they fell out with our Cook And all was for a pudding he took And from the Cook of Colebrook There was swash Cook and slash Cook And thy Nose in my Narse Cook And all was for a pudding he took And from the Cook of Colebrook Then they fell all upon our Cook And mumbled him so that he did look As black as the pudding which that he took And from the Cook of Colebrook The Blacksmith OF all the Sciences beneath the Sun Which hath been since the World begun The Smith by his Art great praise hath won Which no body can deny The fairest Goddess in the skies To marry with him she did devise That was a cunning Smith and wise Which no body c. Then Mars c●me down for Venus sakes The Smith he did his armour make In love together he did theat take Which no body c. The first that ever Musick made Was

now you look like friends Yet he will never trust you after Drink drink give the Dutchman drink And let the tap and kan run faster For faith at the last I think A Brewer will become your Master Let not poor Teg and Shone Vender from der houses Lest dey be quite undone In der very Trouzes And all der Orphans bestow'd under hatches And made in London free der to cry matches St. Patrick wid his Harp do tun'd wid tru string Is not fit to unty St. Hewson's shoos-strings Methinks I hear The welch draw near And from each lock a louse trops Ap Shon ap LLoyd Will spend her ploot For to defend her mouse-traps Mounted on her Kisslebagh With cott store of Koradagh The Pritish war begins With a hook her was overcome her Pluck her to her thrust her from her By cot her was break her shins Let Taffie fret And welch-hook whet And troop up pettigrees We only tout Tey will stink us out Wit Leeks and toasted Sheeze But Jockie now and Jinny comes Our Brethren must approve on 't For pret a Cot dey bert der drums Only to break de Couvenant Deybore Saint Andrew's Cross Til our army quite did rout dem But when we put dem to de loss De deal a Cross about dem The King and Couvenant they crave Their cause must needs be further'd Although so many Kings they have Most barbarously basely murther'd The French The Frenchman he will give consent Though he trickle in our veins That willingly We may agree To a marriage with grapes and grains He conquers us with kindness And doth so far entrench That fair and wise and young and rich Are finified by the French He prettifies us with Feathers and Fans With Petticoats Doublets and Hose And faith they shall Be welcome all If they forbear the nose For love or for fear Let Nations forbear If Fortune exhibit a Crown A Coward he Must surely be That will not put it on A Catch SHew a Room shew a Room shew a Room Here 's a knot of Good Fellows are come That mean for to be merry With Claret and with Sherry Each man to mirth himself disposes And for the Reckoning tell Noses Give the Red-Nose some White And the Pale-Nose some Claret But the Nose that looks Blew Give him a Cup of Sack 't will mend his hew The Contented VVHy should a man care or be in dispair Should Fortune prove never so unkind Or why should I be sad for that I never had Or foolishly trouble my mind For I do much hate to pine at my Fate There 's none but a fool will do so I 'll laugh and be fat for care kills a Cat And I care not how ere the world go Though I am poor and others have store Why should I repine at their bliss For I am content with what God hath sent And I think I do not amiss Let others have wealth for I have health And money to pay what I owe I 'll laugh and be merry and sing hey down down derry For I care not c. Some men do suppose even by their gay Cloaths For to be in great request Though mine be but bare I am not o'th'show And I think my self honestly drest Though every man cannot say so I like that I wear though it cost not so dear For I care not c. Your Epicures eat of the best sort of meat And wine of the best he doth drink And laies him to rest and thinks himself blest On heaven he never doth think Though my fare be but course I am not the worse My health is the better I know Though plain be my food my stomack is good And I care not c. Your flattering Curs that fawn upon Furs And hang at Noblemens ears If once they do fall away they run all And this is their flattering fears Dislembling I scorn for I am free-born My happiness lies not below Though my words want Art I speak from my heart I care not c. Some men do strive and mightily thrive And some for Offices wait Much money they spend and to little end And repent then when it 's too late Low shrubs are secure when Cedars endure Great storms and tempests below Let others look high for so will not I And I care not how the world go How to live happy HE that a happy life would lead In these times of distraction Let him listen to me and I will read A Lecture without faction Let him want three things whence misery springs They all begin with a letter Let him bound his desires to what nature require And with reason his humour fetter Let not his wealth prodigious grow For that breeds cares and dangers Makes him envied above and hated below A constant slave to strangers They are happiest of all whose estates are but small Though but enough to maintain them They may do they may say having nothing to pay It will not quit cost to arraign them Nor would I have him clogg'd with a wife For houshold cares incumber Nor to one place to confine his life ' Cause he can't remove his Lumber They are happiest far who unmarried are And forrage and all in common From all storms they can fly or if they should die They ruine no child nor woman Let not his brains o'rflow with wit That capers o'r discretion It 's costly to keep and hard to get And dangerous in the possession They are happiest men who can scarce tell ten And beat not their brains about reason They may speak what will serve themselves to preserve And their words are not taken for treason But of all fools there is none to the wit For he takes pains to shew it His pride and his drink bring him into a fit Then streight he turns a Poet His jests he flings at States or at Kings Or at Plays or at Bays or at shadows Thinks a Verse serves as well as a circle or Cell Till he rimes himself to the Barbadows He that within these Lines can live May baffle all disasters To Fortune and Fate commands he can give Who Worldlings call their Masters He may sing he may quaff he may drink he may laugh May be mad may be sad may be jolly He may sleep without care and speak without fear And laugh at the world and its folly The Louse IF that you will hear of a Ditty That 's fram'd by a six-footed Creature She lives both in Town and in City She is very loving by nature She 'l ofter her service to any She 'l stick close but she 'l prevail She 's entertained by too many Till death she no man will fail Fenner once in a Play did describe her How she had her beginning first How she sprung from the loyns of great Pharaoh And how by a King she was nurs'd How she fell on the Carkass of Herod A companion for any brave fighter And there 's no fault to be found with her