A merry Progresse to London to see Fashions, by a young Country Gallant, that had more Money then Witte.
To the tune of, Riding to Rumford.
MY Mother to Heauen is gone,
ten Pounds she gaue mee;
Now neuer a Penny's left,
as God shall haue mee:
Yet still my heart is free,
I liue at liberty,
And keepe good company,
taking Tobacco.
Old Woman, fare thou well,
thankes for thy kindnesse,
My Plough and Cart are gone,
with my good Geldings:
I haue no foote of Land,
Nor one Groat at command:
Which way then shall I stand
to a pipe of Tobacco?
My Purse will chincke no more,
my Pocket's empty:
I am turnd out of doore;
farewell good Company.
Friendship now slender growes,
Pouerty
[...]th those
That for Drinke sell their Cloathes
and for Tobacco.
My Cloake is layde to pawne,
with my old Dagger:
M
[...]sta
[...] quite orethrowne,
how shall I swagger
[...]
[...] what I can,
[...] Coward tho,
But prooue my selfe a man,
at a
[...]pe of Tobacco.
[...] Satten
[...]ure
[...] a Penny.
[...]
[...]ant
[...] may brag it braue:
[...] as any.
What though my Credit's lost,
Yet can I find a Post
Still to score with mine Host,
for a pipe of Tobacco.
Vpon a proper Nagge
daintely paced;
To
London first I came,
all with Gold laced:
Then with my Puncke each day,
Road I to see a Play;
There went my Gold away,
taking Tobacco.
Twenty good Sheepe I brought,
left by my Mother:
Cawes and Lambs, Cowes & Calues,
one with the other:
With which I payd a shot,
For a Pipe and a Pot:
All these were brauely got,
and spent in Tobacco.
No companion was I then
for clownish Carters:
I wore imbrodred Hose,
with golden Garters:
My Siluer-hatched Sword,
Made me sweare like a Lord,
Come Rogue, (at euery word)
fill mee Tobacco.
The Second part of the merry Progresse to London.
To the same tune.
THen tracing the gallant Streets
of
London Citty,
A Damsell mee kindly greets,
courtious and witty:
Shee like a singing Larke,
Ledd mee into the darke,
Where I soone payd a Marke
for a Pipe of Tobacco.
To
Smithfield then gallantly
tooke I my iorny,
Where I left soone behind
part of my Mony:
There I found out a Puncke,
With whom I was so drunke,
That my Purse bottome shrunke
away with Tobacco.
Pickthatch and
Clarken-well,
made me so merry,
Vntill my Purse at last;
began to grow weary:
Yellow-starcht bonny
Kate,
with her fine nimble pate,
Coosond mee of my plate,
with a pipe of Tobacco.
Then for Good-fellowship,
to
Garden-ally,
I hied mee to search for
Daughters of folly:
There I found roaring Boyes,
with their faire Female ioyes:
And the Diuell making toyes
to take Tobacco.
After, to
Shores-ditch then,
stood I beholding:
Where I found sinners store,
of the Diuels moulding:
I speake for no slaunder,
The Puncke and her Pander,
Like a Goose and her Gander,
tooke whiffes of Tobacco.
To Saint
Katharus past I
[...]
not without trouble:
Where my Purse lashed out,
drinking Beere double:
A Tester for each Toast
payd I there to my Host▪
And the Sauce to my cost,
was a Crowne for to Tobacco.
To
Ratcliffe and
Wapping then.
went I for Shipping;
Where as a Lasse louingly
gaue mee a whipping:
There was a bonny Wench,
Stroke a Naile would not clench,
That taught me fiuely French,
taking Tobacco.
Then straight to
Westminster
made I aduenter,
To finde Good fellowes (who)
will'd mee to enter,
Where I felt such a smoake,
As might the Diuell choake,
There went away my Cloake,
with the smoake of Tobacco.
Bacward to
Barbican
quickly I hasted:
There met I honest
Iohn,
My Mony being wasted:
A Pipe and a Pot (quoth hee)
My friend Ile bestow on thee;
Then lets to
No-body,
there's the best Tobacco.
Now farewell Good-fellowship,
London I leaue thee:
Neuer more whilst I liue,
shall they deceiue mee.
Euery Streete, euery Lane,
Holds mee in disdaine,
London hath wrought my bane,
so farewell Tobacco.
Finis.
Imprinted at London for [...]. White.