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A94987 The cities new poet's mock-shovv M. T. 1659 (1659) Wing T26; Thomason 669.f.22[48]; ESTC R211428 2,471 1

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The Cities New POET' 's MOCK-SHOVV HEarken good people in Countrey and City For I do intend to be very witty And Londons Lord Mayor shall be my Ditty Of the Skinners-Hall was this man of might He walketh by day and sleepeth by night And with his fine Sword the Bakers doth fright Scarce had the ruddy morning broke When my Lord Mayor out of his dream awoke Quoth he hath Will to the Barber spoke His voice made his wife her eyes to unlock Quoth she where is Mary to bring me my Smock With that my Lord Mayor with his Slippers did knock When he was shaved and all things were fit He sent for a pound of Beef from the Spit And hastily eat it up every bit Then away went he to his Galley-foist He rode on a horse ' cause the weather was moist At which the women and children rejoyc't Who all in Scullers did go straightway For to behold a most gallant Fray Which Criple gate men performed that day The Criple gate men did notable Feats The English man the Spaniard beats And all the way merrily piped the VVaights The Drums did ratle the Guns did thunder The people did laugh and the people did wonder And all the poor Fish lay trembling under Then landed the Mayor and his Aldermen old VVith Scarlet Gowns and Chains of Gold Yet none of them could a Dream unfold Before and behinde were the Dung-boats all drest VVith Flags and Pendants of the very best And in them sate the VVise men of the East To VVestward they went both Jack and Tony To shew the Protector they had yet more mony For which he thanked them from a Bellcony Now comes the Mayor to the Bar of Course To the Judge he made legs like Banks's horse He could do no better 't was well 't was no worse Then spake the Recorder wise man he At length my Lord Baron are come we Your Honors VVo●ship for to see But that the people did throng so fast Indeed my Lord we had made more haste But who can remedy what is past Therefore to avoid this mischief hereafter Pray let our Green-men come with us by water They 'l open the Croud and make you much laughter And now Mr. Baron if I be not too bold I think here 's a Mayor worth his weight in Gold Pray swear him quickly for 't is very cold Then answer'd the Baron ' o th' Exchequer and said My Lord to see you in truth I am glad You seem a Gentleman proper and staid Then he went on not at all fluster'd God bless your Lordship and your Custard And may your Justice sting like Mustard But now he 's come to the City again And home to Dinner he must amain VVith Capon-broth to wash his New Chain Against the Old Change a Pag'ant did meet him And there a Gyant also did greet him There was no house in London could fit him This Gyant he walked upon Stilts VVith his tricks he tickled the peoples milts And he had a Sword with fifteen hilts He th●earned the Tower away to bear VVith all the New Silver that was there But quoth the Lord Mayor Sir do if you dare VVith that he fell down to set forth Ambition For no man is safe in Fortunes tuition Therefore good people walk in submission I' th Pageant there were Leopards two In them sate two Moors as black as a shooe Now guess if the people had nothing to do At every corner a Virgin sat They lookt each one as sad as a Cat For they did mourn for I know not what Before there sate an old man in black He seem'd as if he something did lack Sure he wanted a Cup of my Lord Mayors Sack But when he did see my Lord Mayor come He threw off his Cloak and scratched his Bum And out of his throat his flegm did hum Quoth he my Lord and one ' o th' four and twenty To tell you the truth my belly is empty To stay so long at Westminster what meant ye Swearing and chaffing then came the Cook Quoth he what a stir 's here to swear on a Book I thought his wits would have his brains forsook My Lord convinced by Logick so strong His Green-men caused to open the throng That he the more quickly might pass along But as if the devil did ow him a spight And resolved to keep him from victuals till night At Soaper-lane end behold another sight The Pageant it was a very fine Toy 'T was invented sure by some Pauls-school boy It made my Lord Mayors heart leap for joy First Pan with his Horns himself descries Next him sate Orpheus on a Seat that did rise Behind sate four Satyrs with hairy thighs Wilde beasts there was of many a sort Most lively done thank Iermin for 't But heaven be prais'd they did no body hurt Pan did set forth a Cuckoldly Clown Of which there are many in London town Would I had as many pounds of my own There Prentices were set forth by the Satyrs Who often do prove themselves no women-haters When they run away with their Masters Daughters This made my Lord Mayor earnestly gaze Alas his Lordship was in an amaze When up stept Orpheus and spake in this phrase Quoth he man of might that rul'st with a Mace For which the Taylor did make a green Case Welcom the Comfort of thy new shaven face At Soaper-lane end stand Watchmen mighty Which maketh us in this place to greet ye Who are the chief Watchmen of our City For I know no man as I am a Sinner Fitter then you who are a Skinner To be our Cities Wakefield Pinner For easiest are by you to be seen The Knaves that would get our walls within Cloth'd in the Lambs and Foxes skin Besides the City is a great Bear And wickedness like a skin doth wear I pray you flea it off good my Lord Mayor Let Justice also that mighty Vertue Before you go like Green men that sport you With Fire in her mouth that Vice may not hurt you More would he have said but the Cook in hast Sent one to ask Mayor why time he did waste To hear a fool prate in a Pageant plac't With that to this home most nimbly he traces Where Criple-gate men stood in their due places With Muskets cock't and Leopard faces The Mayor in his House they did not refuse To give him many Peals to give 'em their dues They valu'd their Powder as the dirt of their shooes Thus was my Lord Mayor of his Chain of State seiz'd Thus were the men of Criple-gate eas'd And thus were the Women and Prentices pleas'd Now Maids in your Smocks Look well to your Locks Your Fire and also your Candle-light For when the Belly is full men are sleepy and dull Good night my Masters all good night M. T.