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A28207 The four-legg'd elder, or, A true relation of a dog and an elder's maid to the tune of The lady's fall, or, Gather your rosebuds, and fourty other tunes. Birkenhead, John, Sir, 1616-1679. 1647 (1647) Wing B2965B; ESTC R35764 1,375 1

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THE FOUR-LEGG'D ELDER OR A true RELATION OF A DOG and an ELDER'S Maid To the Tune of The Lady's Fall or Gather your Rose-buds and Fourty other Tunes 1. ALl Christians and Lay-Elders too For shame amend your Lives I 'll tell you of a Dog-trick now Which much concerns your Wives An Elder's Maid neer Temple-bar O what a Quean was she Did take an ugly Mastive Cur Where Christians use to be Help House of Commons House of Peers O now or never help Th' Assembly having sate four years Has now brought forth a Whelp 2. One evening late she stepp'd aside Pretending to fetch Eggs And there she made her self a Bride To one that had four leggs Her Master heard a Rumblement And wondred she did tarry Not dreaming without his consent His Dog would ever marry 3. Her Master peep'd but was afraid And hastily did run To fetch a staff to help his Maid Not knowing what was done He took his Ruling-Elder's Cane And cri'd out Help help here For Swash our Mastiff and poor Jane Are now Fight Dog fight Bear 4. But when he came he was full sorry For he perceiv'd their strife That according to the Directory They two were Dog and Wife Ah then said he thou cruel Quean Why hast thou me beguil'd I wonder'd Swash was grown so lean Poor Dog he 's almost spoil'd 5. I thought thou hadst no carnal sence But what 's in other Lasses And couldst have quench'd thy ' cupiscence According to the Classes But all the Parish sees it plain Since thou art in this pickle Thou art an Independent Quean And lov'st a Conventicle 6. Alas now each Malignant Rogue Will all the world perswade That she that 's Spouse unto a Dog May be an Elder's Maid They 'll jeer us if abroad we stir Good Master Elder stay Sir of what Classis is your Cur And then what can we say 7. They 'll many graceless Ballads sing Of a Presbyterian That a Lay-Elder is a thing Made up half-Dog half-Man Out out said he and smote her down Was Mankind grown so scant There 's scarce another Dog i' th' Town Had took the Covenant 8. Then Swash began to look full grim And Jane did thus reply Sir you thought nought too good for him You fed your Dog too high 'T is true he took me in the lurch And leap'd into mine Arm But as I hope to go to Church I did your Dog no harm 9. Then she was led to Newgate Jail Where she was naked stript They whipt her 'till the Cord did fail As Doggs us'd to be whipt Poor City-Maids shed many a tear When she was lash'd and bang'd But had she been a Cavalier Surely she had been hang'd 10. Her's was but Fornication found For which she felt the lash But his was Buggery presum'd Therefore they hanged Swash What will become of Bishops then Or Independency For now we find both Doggs and Men Stand for Presbytery 11. She might have took a Sow-gelder With Synod-men good store But she would have a Lay-Elder With two leggs and two more Go tell th' Assembly of Divines Tell Adoniram blue Tell Burgess Marshal Case and Vines Tell Now-and-anon-too 12. Some say she was a Scottish Girl Or else at least a Witch But she was born in Colchester Was ever such a Bitch Take heed all Christian Virgins now The Dog-star now prevails Ladies beware your Monkies too For Monkies have long tails 13. Bless King and Queen and send us Peace As we had seven years since For we remember no Dog-days While we enjoy'd our Prince Bless sweet Prince Charles two Dukes three Girls Lord save his Majesty Grant that his Commons Bishops Earls May lead such lives as He. Help House of Commons House of Peers O now or never help Th' Assembly having sate four years Has now brought forth a whelp Printed in the year 1647. And Reprinted 1677. for D. Mallet