{title- Transcription of Barnaby's Journeys}
{series- Lakes Guides}
{author- Norgate, Martin & MN: 21.5.2008}
{version- last edit: 8.6.2008}
{abstract- Transcription of Drunken Barnaby's Four Journeys to the North of
England by Richard Brathwaite, 1638, published 1762.}
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{text- The transcription is from the English parts of Drunken Barnaby's
Four Journeys to the North of England in Latin and English Verse, by
Richard Brathwaite, 1638, published by William Williamson, Dublin, Ireland,
1762. The original was read on the Eighteenth Century Books Online
website.}
{text- source type: LakesSrc & Brathwaite 1638 (edn 1762)}
{text- The transcription of this work is made because Richard Brathwaite
has local relevance; he was born in Burneside, and sometime lived in
Staveley. Other than that I am not sure that the poetry is very
rewarding.}
{text- Transcription is letter for letter, retaining the case of the
original, but not text sizes; italics are preserved; the spellings and
grammar have not been altered; square brackets are used to indicate
inferred text. Only the English text is transcribed; hence the odd
pagination, the Latin is on the opposite page. The catchword usually, but
not always, refers to the next English page.}
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allocated to each page of the transcript. But this feels a very doubtful
procedure and this indexing should not, perhaps, be used for the download
to a website. If it were to be used then the entries should be edited to
make sense of the period spellings as modern day placenames.}
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listed as links from the relevant pages.}
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in the transcription. These will not do anything useful in MODES for
Windows where this data file lives (and will look odd), but should be
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Drunken BARNABY'S FOUR JOURNEYS TO THE NORTH of ENGLAND. In Latin
and English Verse. WITTILY and MERRILY (though above One hundred Years ago)
composed; found among some old musty Books, that had a long time lain in a
Corner; and now at last made public. TO WHICH IS ADDED, BESSY BELL, with a
compleat INDEX.
Hic est quem qu&ae;ris, ille quem requiris,
Toto notus in Orbe Britannus. HOR.
Barnabas Ebrius.
DUBLIN: Printed for WILLIAM WILLIAMSON, Wholesale-Stationer and
Bookseller, at Mecanus's-Head, in Bride Street. MDCCLXII.
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THE PREFACE TO THE READER.
It will not, I hope, be thought unnecessary, if I lay before the Reader
my Reason for republishing this facetious little Book, after a delitescency
of near a hundred Years. Being desired by a Gentle-woman to look over a
Parcel of old Books, amongst 'em I chanced upon Drunken Barnaby,
which reading gave me Satisfaction for my Trouble; whereupon I took a
Resolution to publish it, that others might therewith be pleased as well as
myself. What I can gather of the Author is chiefly from himself; for he
says, Coming to a Place called Harrington he was well pleased
with
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with the Omen, and spent some Money there for Name sake, so that
I conclude his Name was Barnaby Harrington. He further says, that
after a tedious Journey of about six Miles a Day, and sometimes three or
four, (very weary and heavy laden) he at last arrived at Appleby
in Westmorland, where he was born, and where, if I mistake not,
there are some Remains of the Family still living, That he was a Graduate
in Queen's College, Oxon, is plain, but I have not had an
Opportunity of knowing what Degrees he took. 'Tis the man, no doubt, of
whom the Song says,
Hey Barnaby! take't for a Warning, &c.
[Be no more drunk nor dry in a Morning.]
He says, he afterwards (after four Journeys backward and forward)
married in the Country, turned Farmer, and frequented the Horse-fairs all
round the Country, buying Horses when cheap, and (like a true Jockey)
selling' em when dear, upon which he is very pleasant. I thought fit to say
thus much, and more I have not, only wish the Reader pleas'd, as I was.
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5.}
Editor
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Upon the ERRATA'S.
Reader, think no Wonder by it,
If with Town I've Town supplied;
If my Metres backward Nature,
Set Before what should be later:
"As for instance is exprest there,
Harrington after Godmanchester.
What tho' Breves too be made Longo's?
What tho' Vowels be Diphthongo's?
What tho' Graves become Acute too?
What tho' Accents become mute too?
What tho' fully, freely, plainly
I've broke Priscian's Forehead mainly?
What tho' Seat with Seat I've strained?
What tho' my limp Verse be maimed?
What tho' Night I've ta'en for Day too?
What tho' I've made Briers my Way too?
Know ye, I've declin'd most bravely,
'Titubo-titubas-titubavi.
Ad
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To the Traveller.
TOwns while thou walk'st
And see'st this Poetry,
And seeing, stumblest,
Thou art BARNABY.
The INDEX of this WORK.
Vulcan, Grape, Venus, Bottle, Silen's Hook,
Have all explain'd the Title of this Book.
Thus thro' vast Desarts,
Promontories wild,
Parnassus Love draws
Bacchus only Child.
Barnab&ae;
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The Famous Barnaby Harrington's TRAVELS to the NORTH Four Times
backward and forward.
Part the First.
Mirtillus and Faustulus, a Dialogue.
Mirtillus.
O Little Faustus, stretch thy Hand out,
Take thy Liquor, do not stand out;
Art thou prest with griping Dolour?
Let rich Wine advance thy Colour.
Bread's a Binder, Wealth's a Miser,
Drink down Care, and thou'lt be wiser.
Little Faustus, tell thy true Heart,
In what Region, Coast, or new Part;
Field
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Field or Fold thou hast been bousing,
Without Linen, Bedding, Housing;
In what Tavern, pray thee show us,
Here on Earth, or else below us?
Faust. O Mirtillus! I will shew thee
Thousand Places since I saw thee,
In the Bake-house I had switching,
In the Tap-house, Cook-shop, Kitchin;
This Way, that Way, each Way shrank I,
Little eat I, deeply drank I.
In my Progress traveling Northward,
Taking farewel of the Southward,
To Banbury came I, O profane-One!
Where I saw a Puritane-One,
Hanging of his Cat on Monday,
For killing of a Mouse on Sunday.
To Oxford came I, whose Companion
Is Minerva, Well Platonian;
From whose Seat do stream most seemly,
Aganippe, Hippocrene;
Each thing ther's the Muse's Minion,
The Horn at Queen's speaks pure Athenian.
Thence to Godstow, with my Lovers,
Where a Tomb a Strumpet covers;
Rosamund
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Rosamund lies there interr'd,
Flesh to Dust and Shades compar'd;
Lie he above, or lie she under,
To be bury'd is no wonder.
Thence to Woodstock I resorted,
Where a Labyrinth's reported;
No more of that, it is above me,
I found a tender Housewife that did love me;
And her Guests more sweetly eyeing,
Than thousand Rosamunds a-dying.
from thence to Brackley, as did beseem one,
The May'r I saw, a wond'rous mean one,
Sitting, Thatching, and bestowing
On a Wind-blown House a strawing;
On me, call'd he, and did charm me,
Drink less, eat more, I do warn thee.
Thence to Daintree with my Jewel,
Famous for a Noble Duel,
Where I drank, and took my Common
In a Tap-house with my Woman
While I had it, there I paid it,
Till long chalking broke my Credit.
Thence
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Thence I came to th' Bell at Leicester,
Where strong Ale my Brains did pester;
First Night besure I was admitted,
By the Watchmen I was whipped,
Black and Blue like any Tetter,
Beat I was to make me better.
Thence to Gotham, where, sure am I,
Though not all Fools, I saw many;
Here a She-gull found I prancing,
And in Moon-shine nimbly dancing:
There another wanton mad one,
Who her Hog was set astride on.
Thence to ☆ Nottingham, where Rovers,
Highway Riders, Sherwood Drovers,
Like old Robinhood, and Scarlet,
Or like Little John his Varlet;
Here
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Brave Mortimer's now dead, his Glory Dust,
His Courts are clad with Grass, his Hall with Rust:
His Stairs steep Steps, his Horse-troughs Cisterns are,
Worms his Embraces, Kisses Ashes share.
Time cries, I eat, and Echo answers it:
But gone, e'er to return, is held unfit.
O Heroes! of these Heroes take a View,
They're to their Fathers gone, and so must you!
Of better Clay you are not than these Men,
And they are dead, and you must follow them.
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Here and there they shew them Doughty,
In Cells and Woods to get their Booty.
Thence to Mansfield, where I knew one,
That was a comely and a true one,
With her a naked Compact made I,
Her long lov'd I, with her laid I,
Town and her I left both, doubtful
Lest my Love had made her fruitful.
☆ Thence to Overbowles, where † Danus
Dwelt with's Danes in time of Janus;
Way to th' Town is well dispos'd,
All about with Trenches clos'd;
Pallisadoes hid with Bushes,
Rampires over-grown with Rushes.
On a Feast-day I came thither,
When good People flock'd together,
Where induc'd by Host's example,
I repair'd unto the Temple,
Where I heard the Preacher gravely,
With his red Nose tip'd most bravely.
Dormice-like the People seem'd,
Tho' he cry'd, they sleeping dream'd;
For
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In Janus time was ...
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... Danus seated here,
As by their Pales and Trenches may appear.
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For his Life, tho' there was harm in't,
Heart was less rent than his Garment:
With his Feet he did so thunder,
That the ☆ Pulpit fell asunder,
Which Occasion having gotten
All † awake, the Pulpit broken;
While the Preacher lay sore wounded,
With more Boards than Beards surrounded;
All to Dinner, who might faster,
And among them I left Pastor.
Thence to Clowne I came the quicker,
Where I'd given my Skin for Liquor;
None was there to entertain us,
But a Nogging of Volcanus;
Who afford't me Welcome-plenty,
Till my Seam-rent Purse grew empty.
Thence to th' Bull at Rothram came I,
Where my Gold, If I had any,
Left I, long I stoutly roared,
Till on Bridge I broke my Forehead,
Whence asham'd, while Forehead smarted,
I by Night-time thence departed.
Thence
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The Fragments of which Pulpit they were pleas'd
To sacrifice to th'Ashes of their Feast. Lucret.
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Pray you, good Townsmen, sacred Springs affect,
Let not your Preacher read, and you neglect.
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Thence to Donc'ster who'll believe it?
Both a Light-one and a Levite
There I viewed; too, too aged,
Yet to love so far engaged,
That on earth she only wished
To be painted, pricked, kissed.
Thence to ☆ Aberford, whose Beginning
Came from buying Drink with Pinning:
Poor they are, and very needy,
Yet of Liquor very greedy:
Had they never so much Plenty,
Belly'd make their Purses empty.
Thence to † Wetherb where an apt one
To be Punk unto a Captain,
I em-
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At such time as we sojourned in this poor Village, it chanced that a
certain Pinner, and one of the choicest of all his Flock, being choaked
with Pin-dust, died; to whose Memory we find this Epitaph recorded:
--- O cruel Death!
To robe this Man of Breath,
Who, while he liv'd, in scraping of a Pin,
Made better Dust than thou hast made of him.
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Near Horn-Alley, in a Garden,
A Wench more wanton than Kate Arden,
Sojourns, one that scorns a Waist-coat,
Wooing Clients with her Basket.
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I embrac'd, as I had got it,
But Door creak'd, and Captain smoak'd it:
Took me by th'Ears, and so drew me,
Till head-long down Stairs he threw me.
Turning thence, none cou'd me hinder
To salute the Wakefield Pindar;
Who indeed's the World's Glory,
With his Comrades never sorry.
This was the Cause, lest you should miss
George's Club I meant to visit.
Strait at Wakefield I was seen a,
Where I sought for George ´ Green a;
But cou'd find not such a Creature,
Yet on a Sign I saw his Feature;
Where Strength of Ale had so much stirr'd me
That I grew stouter far than Jordie.
Thence to Bradford, where I enter'd,
In Family where Love oft center'd:
They love, are lov'd, and make no Shew,
Yet still grow, and do increase too:
Furnish'd with their sprightly weapons;
She-flesh feels Priest are no Capons.
Thence to Kighley, where are Mountians
Steepy-threat'ning, lively Fountains
Rising
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Rising Hills, and barren Vallies,
Yet Bon-Socio's and good Fellows;
Jovial, jocund, jolly Bowlers,
As they were the World's Controulers.
Thence to Giggleswick most steril,
Hemm'd with Rocks and Shelves of Peril:
Near to th' Way as a Traveller goes,
A fresh ☆ Spring both ebbs and flows:
Neither knows the Learn'd that travel,
What procures it, Salt or Gravel.
Thence to Clapham, drawing nigher,
He that was the common Cryer:
[pointing hand] To a Breakfast of one Herring
Did invite me first appearing.
Herring he, I drink bestow'd,
Pledges of the Love we ow'd.
Thence to † Ingleton, where I liv'd
Till I brake a Blacksmith's Head,
Which done, Women rush'd in on me,
Stones like Hail shower'd down upon me:
Whence
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Near the bottom of this Hill, close by the way,
A freshs Spring ebbs and flows all Hours o' th' Day.
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The poor man's Box is in the Temple set,
Church under Hill, the Hill by Waters beat.
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Whence astonish'd, fearing harming,
Leave I took, but gave no Warning.
Thence to Lonesdale, where I view'd
An Hall, which like a Tavern shew'd;
Neat Gates, white Walls, nought was sparing,
Pots brim-ful, no thought of caring:
They eat, drink, laugh, are still Mirth-making,
Nought they see that's worth Care taking.
Thence to Cowbrow, Truth I'll tell ye,
Mine Hostess had a supple Belly,
Body plump, and Count'nance chearful,
Reeling Pace (a Welcome fearful)
Like a drunken Hag she stumbled,
Till she on her Buttocks tumbled.
Thence to Natland, b'ing come thither,
He who York's Contempts did gather,
Gave me Harbour light as Feather,
We both drank and eat together,
Till half tipsy, as it chanced,
We about the Maypole danced.
Thence to Kirkland, thence to Kendall,
I did that which Men call Spend-all:
Night
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Night and Day with Sociates many,
I drank Ale both thick and clammy.
"Shroud thy Head, Boy, stretch thy Hand too
"Hand has done what Head can't stand to.'
Leaving these, to Staveley came I,
Where now all Night drinking am I;
Always frolick, free from Yellows,
With a Consort of good Fellows;
Where I'll stay, and end my Journey,
Till Brave Barnaby return a.
The End of the First Part.
Upon
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Upon Bacchus's Bush and Barnaby's Nose; an EPIGRAM.
OR,
The Long-snouted Dilemma.
GOOD Wine no Bush doth need, as I suppose,
Let Bacchus' Bush be Barnaby's rich Nose.
No Bush, no Garland needs of Cypress green,
Barnaby's Nose may for a Bush be seen.
Corollary.
No Bush, no Garland; Pot's thy Bush and Bear:
Of Bear and Bush thou smellest all the Year.
Bar-
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Barnaby's Journal.
PART II.
Mirtil.
YOUNG Fauste, happily returned;
Tell me, prithee, where'st sojourned;
What Towns, Villages thou'st viewed,
What Seats, Sights, or States were shewed:
Sure thou know'st the North's uncivil,
Small Good comes thence, but much Evil.
Faustul. What I was once, same I am now,
Hair, Conditions, Garments too;
Yea, there's no Man justly doubteth,
These the same Shoes I went out with:
And for Comb, I ne'er us'd any,
Lest I lost some of my Money.
But attend me, and partake it,
What I loved, what I hated,
☆ Bridges
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☆ Bridges, Fountains, Mountains, Vallies,
Huts, Cells, Hillocks, Highways, Shallows,
Paths, Towns, Villages, and Trenches,
Chaste, choice, chary, merry Wenches.
Truth I'll tell thee, nothing surer,
Richer am not, nor yet poorer;
Gladder, madder, nor more pleasing,
Blither, brisker, more in Season;
Better, worser, thinner, thicker,
Neither healthier nor sicker.
For the World, I so far prize it,
But for Liquor I'd despise it;
Thousand Deaths I'd rather die too,
Than hold Ale mine Enemy too:
"Sober, Lamb-like do I wander,
"Drunk, I'm stout as Alexander.
When my Head feels its M&ae;ander,
I am stronger than Lysander;
Th'Isle of Ree, I little fear it,
Without Wound to win and wear it:
But lest tedious I express me,
To my Progress I'll address me.
First
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England, amongst all Nations, is most full of Hills, Wells, Bridges,
Churches, Women, Wool.
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First Place where I first was known-a,
Was Brave John à Gant's old ☆ Town-a:
A Seat anciently renowned,
But with store of Beggars crowned;
For a Gaoler ripe and mellow,
The World has not such a Fellow.
Thence to Ashton, good as may be
Was the Wine, brave Knight, bright Lady;
All I saw was comely, specious;
Seemly gracious, neatly precious;
My Muse with Bacchus so long traded,
When I walk'd, my Legs deny'd it.
Thence to Garstang, pray you hark it,
Ent'ring there a great Beast-market;
As I jogged on the Street,
'Twas my Fortune for to meet
A young Heifer, who before her
Took me up, and threw me o'er her.
Thence to Preston, I was led-a,
To Brave Banister's to Bed-a;
As
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An ancient Arch doth threaten a decline,
And so must strongest Piles give way to Time.
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As two born and bred together,
We were presently sworn Brether;
Seven days were there assigned,
Oft I supt, but never dined.
Thence to Euston, where mine Hostess
Feels as soft as any Tost is;
Juicy, lusty, Count'nance toothsome,
Braded Hair, but Breath most loathsome;
Her I left with Locks of Amber;
Phyllis light me to my Chamber.
Thence to Wiggan about Supper,
To an Hostess, none more slutter:
Buxom was she, yet to see to,
She'd be drunk for Company too;
Wit this Beldame soon did scatter,
And in Bed distill'd her Water.
Thence to Newton in the Willows,
Where I being boulster'd up with Pillows,
I at Cards play'd with a Girl,
☆ Rose by Name, a dainty Pearl:
At Centy-foot I oft'n moved
Her to love me, whom I loved.
Thence
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Fresh was my Rose, till by a North Wind toss'd,
She Sap, Scent, Verdure, and her Vigour lost.
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Thence to Warrington, Banks o'er-flowed,
Travellers to th' Town were rowed;
Where supposing it much better
To be drown'd on Land than Water:
Sweetly, neatly, I sojourned
Till that Deluge thence returned.
Thence to th' Cock at Budworth, where I
Drank strong Ale as brown as Berry:
Till at Last with deep Healths felled,
To my Bed I was compelled:
I for State was bravely sorted,
By two Porters well supported.
Where no sooner understand I
Of mine honest Host Tom Gandi,
To Holm-Chapel forthwith set I,
Maid and Hostess both were pretty,
But to Drink I took Affection,
I forgot soon their Complexion.
Thence to Tauk-a-Hill resort I,
An Hill steepy, slippery, dirty:
Smith with me being well acquainted,
Drank with me till Brain's were tainted:
Having
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Having left me, Venus swore it,
She'd Shooe-horn her Vulcan's Forehead.
At New-castle Under-line a,
There I trounc'd it in burnt Wine a:
None o' th' Wicked there remained,
Weekly Lectures were proclaimed:
Chastity they roughly handle,
While blind Zeal snuffs out the Candle.
Thence to th' Bell at Stone strait draw I,
Delia ☆, no Diana saw I:
By the Parson I was cited,
Who held me for Jesuited;
In his Search, the Door fast locked,
Nought but Cards were in my Pocket.
Thence to Haywood taking flight-a,
Mine Hostess gave me Brawn at Night-a:
But, what's that unto the Matter?
Whiskins sorted with my Nature:
To brave Bacchus no Gift quicker
Than Meat changed to strong Liquor.
Thence to Ridgelay, where a Black-smith,
Liquor being all he'd take with;
Boused
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O my Honeysuckle Delia!
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Boused with me, Midnight waking,
And a Looking-glass there taking:
Chamber-pot was hol'd quite thorow,
Which made me lie wet till Morrow.
Thence to Bruarton, old Claudus
Did approve us and applaud us;
Where I heard a woful bleating,
A curst Wife her Husband beating:
Neighbour rode for this Default-a,
While I dy'd my Front with Malt-a.
Thence to ☆ Litchfield, went I right on,
Where I chanced to invite one:
A Curmudgeon rich, but nasty,
To a Supper of a Pasty:
Having sipt, and supt, and ended,
What I spent, the Miser lended.
Thence to Coleshill, to a Shamble,
Like an old Fox I did ramble
Down nasty Cellar, Wife inviting,
All while cursed Bear was biting:
But the Butcher having made
The Fire his Bed, no more I staid.
Thence
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Enclos'd with Cliffs, Trees, Grass and Artichokes,
The fruitful Vale up to the Temple looks.
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Thence to Meridin appear I,
Where grown Foot-sore, and sore weary;
I repos'd, where I chuck'd Joan-a,
Felt her Pulse, would further gone-a:
There we drank, and no Guest crost us,
Till I took the Host for th'Hostess.
Thence to Coventry, where 'tis said-a
Coventry-Blue is only made-a;
This I know not, for sure am I,
In no Market bought I any:
Bacchus made me such a Scholar,
Black nor Blue, I knew no Colour.
Thence to Dunchurch, where Report is
Of Pimps, Punks, a great Resort is:
But to me none such appear'd,
Thief nor Bung-hole I ne'er fear'd:
Though Curmudgeons have Fears plenty,
Safe he sings whose Purse is empty.
At Daintry early might you find me,
But not the Wench I left behind me:
Near the School-house where I boused,
Her I sought, but she was spoused;
Which I having heard that Night-a,
"Farewell (quoth I) Proselyta.
Thence
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Thence to Wedon, there I tarry'd,
In a Waggon to be carry'd;
Carriers there are to be found-a,
Who will drink till th' World run round-a:
"Pay good Fellows, I'll pay nought here,
"I have left ☆ more than I brought here.
Thence to Tosseter on Tuesday,
Where an artful Bachelor choos'd I
To consort with; we ne'er budged,
But to Bacchus Revels trudged:
All the Night-long sat we at it,
Till we both grew heavy-pated.
Thence to Stratford where Frank † Green-a,
Dainteist Doe that e'er was seen-a:
Venus varnish me saluted,
But no Beauty long can suit it:
Beauty feedeth, Beauty fadeth,
Beauty lost, her Wooer vadeth.
Holding on my Journey longer,
Strait at Brickhill, with Tom Younger;
I ar-
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My queasy Stomach making bold
To give them that it could not hold.
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Green is my Name, from him whom I obey,
But tho' my Name be Green, my Head is grey.
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I arriv'd; one by this Cheese-a,
Styl'd the eighth Wiseman of Greece-a,
Voice more sweet than Progne's Sister,
Like a Torch his Nose does Glister.
To Hocklayhole as I approached,
Scylla's barmy cell I broached:
Dark as th' Cave of Pluto's Station,
Or Laverna's Habitation:
Quaffing there while I could stand-o,
Madder grew I than Orlando.
Thence to Dunstable, all about me;
Mice within, and Thieves without me:
But no Fears affrights deep Drinkers,
There I tost it with my Skinkers:
Not a drop of Wit remained
Which the Bottle had not drained.
Thence to Redburne, where were Players,
None of Roscius active Heirs:
Prologue crown'd with a Wreath of Ivy,
Jetted like an Ape most lively:
I told them sitting at the ☆ Banquet,
They should be canvas'd in a Blanket.
From
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Actor.
Even as in a Ban-a-quet are Dish-es
Of Sun-dry ta-ast.
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From thence with a Stomach empty,
To the Town of † Albane went I:
Where with Wine I was so undone,
As the Hand which guides to London:
In my blind Hand I received,
And her more Acquaintance craved.
Thence to th' Purse at Barnet known-a,
There the Bears were come to Town-a:
Two rude Hunks, 'tis Troth I tell ye,
Drawing near them, they did smell me:
And like two mishapen Wretches,
Made me, ay me, wrong my Breeches.
Thence to Highgate, where I viewed
☆ City I so dearly loved,
And th' Horn of Matriculation
Drank to th' Freshmen of our Nation;
To
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Author.
Even so is thy Dou-blet too long i' th' Wa-ast;
Go mend it thou Knave, go mend it.
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Here Alban was; his Tomb, his Title too;
"All Albion shew me such an Alban now.
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Seven Hills there were in Rome, and so there be
Seven Sights in New Troy crave our Memory:
1. Tombs, 2. Guild-hall Giants, 3.Stage-plays, 4. Bedlam-poor.
5. Ostrich, 6. Bear-garden, 7. Lions in the Tow'r.
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To his Memory saluted,
Whose branch'd Head was last cornuted.
Thence to Holloway, Mother Red-cap,
In a Troop of Trulls I did hap:
Whores of Babylon me impalled,
And me their Adonis called;
With me toy'd they, bus'd me, cull'd me,
But being needy, out they pull'd me.
Thence to Islington at Lion,
Where a juggling I did spy one:
Nimble with his Mates consorting,
Mixing cheating with his Sporting:
Creeping into th' Case of's Viol,
Spoil'd his juggling, made them fly all.
Country left, I in a Fury
To the Axe in Alderm'n-bury
First arriv'd, that place slighted,
From the Rosein Holbourne lighted:
From the Rose in Flaggons sail I
To the Griffin i' th'Old-Baily
Where no sooner do I waken,
Than to the Three Cranes am I taken;
Where I lodge and am no starter,
Till I see the Summer quarter;
Pert
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Pert is Faustulus, and pleasing,
Cup brim full, and corpse in Season.
Yea, my merry Mates and I too,
Oft the Cardinal's Hat do fly to,
Where a Hart's-Horns we carouse it,
As Minerva doth infuse it:
But Act&ae;on sick o' th' Yellows,
Mews his Wife up from Good-fellows.
Under th' Sign of Pipe still fuming,
and the Bush for ever flaming;
Mulciber the Motion moving,
With Nose-burning Master shaming,
A Shop neighbouring near Iacco,
Where Young vends his old Tobacco:
As you like it; sometimes sealed,
Which Impression's since repealed:
As you make it; he will have it,
And in Chart and Front engrave it:
Harmless, but no artless End
Close I here unto my Friend.
The End of the Second Part.
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Upon the ERRATA'S.
BEtwixt Hawk and Buzzard, O Man,
After th' Phrase of Speech so common;
Having seen this Journal at print,
I found these Errata's in't:
Which if thou correct, kind Reader,
Nectar be my Muse's feeder.
From the Head unto the Foot,
Nought but Error, look unto't.
This Observation have I found most true;
Erring, I learn mine Errors to subdue.
NOW Venus' pure Veins are with Wines inflamed,
Now Venus' full Veins are by Wines restrained:
For Venus' swoln Veins are by Morpheus chained,
From Folly wained.
Bar-
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Barnaby's Journal.
PART III.
Myrtilus.
WHoop Faustulus! all draw nigh thee
That do love thee, or lov'd by thee;
Joying in thy safe returning!
Leave Court Care, and fruitless Mourning:
Way th'st walked, pray thee shew it,
Where th'ast lived, what hast' viewed.
Not th'Ephesian Diana
Is of more renowned Fame-a:
Acting Wooders, all invent thee,
Painters in their Statues paint thee:
Banish Fear, remove Delay, Man,
Shew thy self a famous Way-Man.
Faustul. Leave Delay, and be not fearful!
Why! who e're saw me less cheerful?
When I was by Fortune cuffed,
Or by Fortune's Smiles so puffed,
That
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That I shew'd my self far prouder
Than when she more scornful shew'd her.
For the World, I would not prize her,
Yea, in time I should despise her,
Had she in her no good Fellow,
That would drink till he grew mellow:
Draw near and hear, thou shalt have all,
Hearing, joy in this my Travel.
First Day having drank with many,
To Islington from London came I,
Journey long, and grievous Weather,
Yet the Ev'ning brought me thither;
Having ta'en my Pots by th' Fire,
Summer Sand was never drier.
Thence to Kingsland, where were feeding
Cattle, Sheep, and Mares for breeding;
As I found it, there I feared
That myRosinant was wearied:
When he would jog on no faster,
Loose I turn'd him to the Pasture.
Thence to Totnam-high-Cross turning,
I departed 'fore next Morning:
Hostess on her Guests so doted,
Faustulus was little noted:
To
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To an Hay-loft I was led in,
Boards my Bed, and Straw my Bedding.
Having thus left High-Cross early,
I to Waltham travelled fairly,
To the Hospital of Oswald,
And that Princely Seat of ☆ The'bald;
There all Night I drank old Sack-a,
With my Bed upon my Back-a.
Thence to Hodsdon, where stood watching,
Cheats who liv'd by Cony catching:
False Cards bro't me, with them play'd I,
Dear for their Acquaintance paid I.
'Fore the Justice they appeared,
Them he praised, me he jeered.
Thence to Ware, where mazy Amwel
Mildly cuts the Southern Channel:
Rivers streaming, Banks resounding:
Middleton with Wealth abounding:
Mightily did these delight me;
"O, I wish'd them Aqua vit&ae;!
Thence
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On the King's House at Tibbalds.
This Seat, this Royal Object of the Sight,
Shall it for ever bid the World good Night?
Where our preceding Kings enjoy'd such Bliss,
And seal'd their amorous Fancies with a Kiss!
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Thence to Wademill, where I rest me
For a Pot, for I was thristy;
On me cry'd they, and did hout me,
And like Beetles flock'd about me:
"Buy a Whip, Sir! no, a Ladle:
"Where's your Horse, Sir? where your Saddle?
Thence at Puckridge I reposed,
Hundred Beggars me inclosed:
"Beggars, quoth I, you are many,
"But the poorest of you am I;
They no more did me importune,
Leaving me unto my Fortune.
Thence to Buntingford right trusty,
Bed-rid Host, but Hostess lusty;
That can chat and chirp it neatly,
And in secret kiss you sweetly,
Here are Arbours decked gaily,
Where the Buntin warbles daily.
Thence to Royston, where Grass groweth,
Meads, Flocks, Fields, the Plowman soweth:
Where
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Where a pious Prince frequented,
Which observing, this I vented:
"Since all Flesh to ☆ Fate's a Debtor,
"Restless Wretch, why liv'st no better?
Thence to Caxton, I was led in
To a poor House, poorer bedding:
Some there were had me suspected,
That with Plague I was infected;
So as I stark-naked drew me,
Calling the Hostess strait to view me,
Thence to Cambridge, where the Muses
Haunt the Vine-bush, as their Use is,
Like sparks up a Chimney warming,
Or Flies near a Dunghill swarming:
In a Ring they did inclose me,
Vowing they would never lose me.
'Bout Midnight for a Drink I call, Sir,
As I had drank naught at all, Sir:
But all this did little shame me,
Tipsy went I, tipsy came I:
Grounds, Greens, Groves, are wet and homely,
But the Scholars wond'rous comely.
Thence
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Fields, Floods, Wastes, Woods, Deer, Dogs, with well-tuned Cry,
Are Sports for Kings, yet Kings with these must die.
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Thence to ☆ Godmanchester, by one,
With a Cloud as was Ixion,
Was I gull'd; she had no Fellow,
Her soft Lips were moist and mellow:
All Night vow'd she to lie by me,
But the Giglet came not nigh me.
Thence to Huntington, in a Cellar
With a Wench was there a Dweller,
I did bargain, but suspected
By the Host, who her affected;
Down the stairs he hurry'd quickly,
While I made me too too sickly.
Thence to Harrington, be it spoken!
For Name-sake I gave a Token
To a Beggar that did crave it,
And as cheerfully receive it;
More he need not me importune,
For 'twas th'utmost of my Fortune.
Thence to Stonegatehole, I'll tell here
Of a Story that befel there;
One who served an Attorney,
Ta'en with Beauty in his Journey;
Seeing
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An aged Oak takes of this Town survey;
Finds Birds their Nests, tells Passengers their Way.
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Seeing a Coppice, hastens thither,
Purposely to wanton with her.
As these privatley conferr'd,
A Rover took him unprepar'd;
Search'd his Portmantua, bound him faster,
And sent him naked to his Master:
Set on's Saddle with Hands ty'd,
Th' Horse he neighed, Man he cry'd.
Th'Attorney when he had discerned
One, he thought, behind him, armed
In white Armour, stouly stir'd him,
For his Jade, he keenly spur'd him:
Both run one Course to catch a Gudgeon,
This nak'd, that frighted to his Lodging.
Singing along down ☆ Sautry laning,
I saw a Tomb one had been lain in;
And enquiring, one did tell it,
'Twas where Rainsford bury'd the Prelate:
I saw, I smil'd, and could permit it,
Greedy Priests might be so fitted.
To the Newfounded College came I,
Commened to the Care of many;
Boun-
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He with the Whip a covetous Priest did lick:
Who would not bury th' Dead, was bury'd quick.
Nothing more memoraaable than that Chapel of Sautry, retaining still
with her that covetous Priest's Memory.
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Bounteous are they, kind and loving,
Doing whatsoe'er's behoving:
These hold and walk together wholly,
And state their Lands on Uses holy.
Whether Pure these are, or are not,
As I know not, so I care not;
But if they be dissembling Brothers,
Their Life surpasseth many others:
See but their Cell, School, and their Temple,
You'll say the Stars were their Example.
Thence to Stilton, slowly paced,
With no Bloom nor Blossom graced;
With no Plumbs nor Apples stored,
But Bald like an old Man's Forehead;
Yet with Inns so well provided,
Guests are pleas'd when they have try'd it.
Thence to Wansforth-brigs, a River
And a Wife will live for ever:
River broad, an old Wife jolly,
Comely, seemly, free from Folly:
Gates and Gardens neatly gracious,
Ports, and Parks, and Pastures spacious.
Seeing there, as did become me,
Written, LORD, HAVE MERCY ON ME,
On
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On the Portals, I departed.
Lest I should have sorer smarted:
Tho' from Death none may be spared,
I to die was scarce prepared.
On a Hay-cock sleeping soundly,
Th' River rose and took me roundly
Down the Current: People cry'd
Sleeping down the Stream I hy'd:
Where away, quoth they, from Greenland?
No; from Wansforth-brigs in England.
Thence to ☆ Burleigh, tho' 'twas Winter,
No Fire did the Chimney enter,
Buttries without Butlers guarded,
Stately Gates were doubled-warded;
Hoary † Chimnies without Smoak too,
Hungry Kitchens without Cook too.
Hallooing aloud, O empty Wonder!
‡ Echo strait resounded, hunger.
Who inhabits this vast Brick-house?
Echo made Reply, the Titmouse:
Ominous Cell, no Drudge at home, Sir!
Echo answer made, Be gone, Sir.
Thence
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This House is the Leverets Bush.
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Ivy the Chimney's Trophy.
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Echo's the Keeper of a forlorn House.
Thence
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This House is the Leverets Bush.
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Ivy the Chimney's Trophy.
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Echo's the Keeper of a forlorn House.
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Thence to antient ☆ Stamford came I,
Where are penceless Purses many;
Neatly wrought as doth become them,
Less Gold in them than is on them:
Clawbacks more do not assail me,
Than are Beggars swarming daily.
Tho' my Cares were main and many,
To the † Hole of Sarah came I,
Once a Bona-roba, trust me,
Tho' now Buttock-shrank and rusty;
But tho' Nervy-oil and fat-a,
Her I caught by you know what-a.
Having boldly thus adventur'd,
And my Sara's Sock-t enter'd;
Her I sued, suited, sorted,
Buffed, boused, sneesed, snorted:
Often sat she, when she got up,
All her Phrase was 'Drink thy Pot up.'
Thence to Witham, having read there,
That the fattest Eel was bred there;
Pur-
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Where be thy Masters? Fellows? Scholars? Bursers?
O Stamford! to they Shame, they're all turn'd Pursers.
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The Drunkard's Cave, for so it may be call'd,
Where many Malt-worms have been soundly mall'd.
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Purposing some to entangle,
Forth I went and took mine Angle;
Where an huge one having hooked,
☆ By her headlong I was dooked.
Thence to † Grantham I retiring,
Famous for a Spire aspiring,
There a pastor with his Sweeting,
In a Chamber closely meeting,
In great Fury out he flung there,
'Cause a Popish Picture hung there.
Here the Townsmen are amated,
That there Spire should be translated
Unto Paul's; and great's their Labour,
How to purchase so much Paper
To enwrap it, as is fitting,
To secure their Spire from splitting.
Thence to ‡ New-wark, Flood-surrounded,
Where I hoping most were drowned:
Hand
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M&ae;ander's Shores to Lethe's Shadows tend;
Where Waves, sound Cares, and Banks imply our end.
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I may compare this Town, and I be no Liar,
With any Shire for Whetstones and a Spire.
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A sandy Plat a Shady Elm receives,
Which cloaths those Turrets with her shaken Leaves.
Here all along lies Bever's spacious Vale,
Near which the Streams of fruitful Trent do fall.
Vallies three so fruitful be,
They're the Wealth of Britany.
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Hand to Hand I straitways shored
To a Cellar richly stored:
Till suspected for a Pick-lock,
Th' Beadle led me to the Whip-stock.
Thence to Tuxworth, in the Clay there,
Where poor Travellers find such Way there:
Ways like Bird-lime seem to shew them,
Seats are Syrts to such as know them;
Th'Ivy hangs there, long has't hung there,
Wine it never vended strong there.
Thence to Retford, Fish I fed on,
And to th'Adage I had read on;
With Carouses I did trim me,
That my Fish might swim within me;
As they had done being living,
And i' th' River nimbly diving.
Thence to Scrubie, O my Maker!
With a Pastor and a Taker
Day I spent, I Night divided,
Thief did make me well provided:
My poor Scrip caus'd me to fear him,
All Night long I came not near him.
Thence
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Thence to Bautree, as I came there,
From the Bushes near the Lane, there
Rush'd a Tweak in Gesture flanting,
With a leering Eye, and wanton:
But my Flesh I did subdue it,
Fearing lest my Purse should rue it.
Thence to ☆ Doncaster, where reported
Lively Levite was departed:
Love I loath'd, and spritely Wine too,
Which I dearly lov'd some time too;
For when youthful Venus ageth,
She my fleshly force asswageth
Thirst knows neither Mean nor Measure,
Robin Hood's Well was my Treasure;
In a common † Dish enchained,
I my furious Thirst restrained;
And because I drank the deeper,
I paid two Farthings to the Keeper.
Thence
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That Courtesy might a Courtesy enforce,
The May'r would bring the Lawyer to his Horse:
"You shall not, quoth the Lawyer. M. Now I swear,
"I'll to the Gallows go. L. I'll leave you there:
Might not this May'r for Wit a second Pale-As,
Have name'd the Town-end full as well as Gallows?
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A Well, Thorn, Dish, hung in an Iron Chain,
For Monuments of Robin Hood remain.
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Thence to ☆ Wentbrig, where vile Wretches,
Hideous Hags and odious Witches;
Writhen Count'nance, and mishapen,
Are by some foul, Bug-Bear taken:
These infernal Seats inherit,
Who contract with such a Spirit.
Thence to Ferrybrig, sore wearied,
Surefoot, but in Spirit cheered:
I the Grape no sooner tasted,
But my Melancholy wasted:
Never was wild Boar more fellish,
Tho' the Wine did smally relish.
Thence to † Pomfret, as long since is,
Fatal to our ‡ English Princes;
For the choicest § Liquorice crowned,
And for sundry Acts renowned:
A Louse
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In a Rock Want built her Booth,
Where no Creature dwells but Sloth.
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The tragic State of English Kings stood here,
Which to their Urns pays Tribute with a Tear.
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Here stood that fatal Theatre of Kings,
Which for Revenge mounts up with airy Wings.
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Here Liquorice grows upon their mellow'd Banks'
Decking the Spring with her delicious Plants.
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A Louse in Pomfret is not surer,
Than the Poor thro' Sloth securer.
Thence to Sherburn, dearly loved,
And for Pinners well approved:
Cherry Tenths the Pastor aimeth,
More than th' Souls which he reclaimeth:
In an Equipage consorting,
Are their Manners and their Fortune.
Thence to Bramham, thither coming,
I saw two Footmen stript for running:
One said, 'the Match was made to cheat 'em;
"Trust me, Faustulus, This will beat 'em;
"For we've try'd 'em; But that Courser
He priz'd better, prov'd the worser.
Thence to Tadcaster, where stood reared
A fair Bridge; no Flood appeared:
Broken Pavements, Beggars waiting,
Nothing more than Labour hating;
But with Speed I hastned from them,
Lest I should be thought one of them.
Thence to York, fresh Youth enjoying,
With a wanton Weaver toying;
Husband suddenly appears too,
"Catching of the Wolf by th'Ears too:
He
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He cries; Open, something fears him;
But the deaf Adder never hears him.
Thus my Entrance was descried,
While the Weaver was denied;
Who as he fumed, fret, and frowned,
With a Chamber-pot was crowned:
Wisely silent, he ne'er grudged
That his Betty with me lodged.
A Piper being here committed,
Guilty found, condemn'd and titted:
As he was to Knavesmyre going,
This Day, quoth Boys, will spoil thy blowing;
From thy Pipe th'art now departing;
Wags, quoth th' Piper, you're not certain.
All which happen'd to our Wonder,
For the Halter cut assunder,
As one of all Life deprived,
Being bury'd, he revived:
And there lives, and plays his Measure,
Holding hanging but a Pleasure.
Thence to Towlerton, where those Stagers,
Or Horse-coursers run for Wagers:
Near to the Highway the Course is,
Where they ride and run their Horses;
But
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But still on our Journey went we,
First or Last did 'like content me.
Thence to Helperby I turned,
Desolate and lately burned:
Not a Taphouse there but mourned,
Being all to Ashes turned;
Whence I swiftly did remove me,
For Thirst-sake, as did behove me.
Thence to ☆ Topcliff, Musick call'd I,
In no comely Posture fail'd I;
But when these expected Wages,
To themselves I left my Pages;
Small being th' Court'sy I could shew
Th' Reck'ning I commended to them.
Thence to † Thyrske, rich Thyrsis Casket,
Where fair Phyliis fills her Basket,
With choice Flowers, but these be vain things,
I esteem no Flowers nor Swainlings;
In
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Topcliff from tops of Cliffs first took her Name,
And her Cliff-mounted Seat confirms the same;
Where Streams with curled Windings overflown,
Bestow a Native Beauty on the Town.
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Here Thyrsis fed his Lambkins on the Plain,
So Thyrske from Thyrsis took her antient Name.
Here Tityrus and Phillis made them Bowers
Of tender Osiers, sweat-breath'd Sycamours.
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In Bacchus' Yard, Field, Booth, or Cottage,
I love nought like his cold Pottage.
Thence to Alerton, rank'd in Battle,
Sheep, Kine, Oxen, other Cattel;
As I fortun'd to pass by there
Were the Town's best beautifier;
Fair for Beasts at that time fell there,
But I made my Fare the Cellar.
Thence to Smeton, I assailed,
Lousy Hill, for so they call it;
Where were dainty Ducks, and jant ones,
Wenches that could play the wantons;
Which they practice, truth I'll tell ye,
For Relief of Back and Belly.
Thence to ☆ Nesham, now translated,
Once a Nunnery dedicated:
Vallies smiling, Bottoms pleasing,
Streaming Rivers never ceasing;
Deck'd with tufty Woods, and Shady,
Graced by a lovely Lady.
Thence to Darlington, there I boused
Till at last I was espoused:
Marriage
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Where Shores yield Lentisks, Branches pearled Gems,
There Lamprels Shells, their Rocks soft mossy Stems.
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Marriage Feast and all prepared,
Not a Fig for th' World I cared;
All Night long by the Pot I tarry'd,
As if I had ne'er been marry'd.
Thence to ☆ Richmond, heavy Sentence!
There were none of my Acquaintance:
All my noble Comrades gone were,
Of them all I found not one there;
But lest Care should make me sicker,
I did bury Care in Liquor.
Penance chac'd that Crime of mine hard,
Thence to Redmeer, to a Swine-herd
Came I, where they nothing plac'd me,
But a Swine's Gut that was nasty;
Had I not them wash'd my Liver,
In my Guts 't had stuck for ever.
Thence to Carperby, very greedy,
Consorts frequent, Victuals needy:
After Dinner they so tost me,
As seven Shillings there it cost me:
Soon may one of coin be soaked,
Yet for want of Liquor choaked.
Thence
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From a Rich Mound thy Appellation came,
And thy rich Seat proves it a proper Name.
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Thence to Wenchly, Valley-seated,
For Antiquity repeated:
Sheep and Shepherd as one Brother,
Kindly drink to one another;
Till Pot-hardy light as Feather,
Sheep and Shepherd sleep together.
Thence to Middlam, where I viewed
Th' Castle, which so stately shewed;
Down the Stairs, 'tis Truth I tell ye,
To a Knot of brave Boys fell I:
All Red Noses, no Die deeper,
Yet none but a Peace-keeper.
Thence to ☆ Ayscarth, from a Mountain,
Fruitful Vallies, pleasant Fountain;
Wooly Flocks, Cliffs steep and snowy,
Fields, Fenns, sedgy Rushes saw I;
Which high Mount is call'd the Temple,
For all Prospects an Exemple.
Thence to Worton, being lighted
I was solemnly invited
By a Captain's Wife most yewly,
Though, I think, she never knew me:
I came,
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Here breathes an Arched Cave of antick Stature,
Closed above with Thorns, below with Water.
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Icame, call'd, cull'd, toy'd, trifled, kissed,
"Captain Cornu-cope I wished.
Thence to Bainbrig, where the River
From his Channel seems to sever:
To Maidenly John I forthwith hasted,
And his best Provision tasted:
Th' Host I had (a thing not common)
Seemed neither Man nor Woman.
Thence to ☆ Askrig, Market noted,
But no handsomeness about it;
Neither Magistrate nor Mayor
Ever were elected there:
Here poor People live by Knitting,
To their Trading, breeding fitting.
Thence to † Hardraw, where's hard Hunger,
Barren Cliffs and Clints of Wonder;
Never here Adonis lived,
Unless in Cole's Harbour hived:
Inns are nasty, dusty, fusty,
Both with Smoke and Rubbish musty.
Thence
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A Channel strait confines a Chrystal Spring,
Washing the Walls o' th' Village Neighbouring.
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A shallow Rill, whose Streams their Current keep,
With murm'ring Voice and Pace procure sweet Sleep.
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Thence to Gastile, I was drawn in
To an Alehouse, near adjoining
To a Chapel; I drank Stingo,
With a Butcher, and Domingo
Th' ☆ Curate, who to my discerning,
Was not guilty of much Learning.
Thence to † Sedbergh, sometimes Joy-all,
Gamesome, Gladsome, richly Royal,
But those jolly Boys are sunken,
"Now scarce once a Year one drunken;
There I durst not well be merry,
Far from Home old Foxes werry.
Thence to ‡ Killington I passed,
Where an Hill is freely grassed;
There I staid not, tho' half tired,
Higher still my Thoughts aspired:
Taking leave of Mountains many,
To my native Country came I.
Thence
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I ask'd him, what's a-Clock? He look'd at the Sun:
But want of Latin made him answer - Mum.
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Here grows a Bush in artful Mazes round,
Where th'active Organs of my Brain were drown'd.
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Here the retir'd Tanner builds him Bowers,
Shrouds him from Summers Heat, and Winters Showers.
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Thence to Kendall, pure her State is,
Prudent too her ☆ Magistrate is;
In whose Charter to them granted,
Nothing but a Mayor wanted:
Here it likes me to be dwelling,
Bousing, loving; Stories telling.
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Now Saturn's Year has drench'd down Care,
And made an Allderman a May'r.
The End of the Third Part.
Bar-
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Barnaby's Journal
PART IV.
Mirtil.
O Faustulus! takest no pity
For the Field to leave the City,
Nor thy Consorts, lively Skinkers,
Witty Wags, and lusty Drinkers;
Lads of Life, who wash their Liver,
And are dry and thirsty ever?
Wilt thou here no longer tarry
With these Boys that love Canary?
Wilt thou leave those Nectar-Trenches
Dainty Doxes, merry Wenches?
Say, what makes thee change thy Ditty,
Thus to take Farewell o' th' City?
Faustul. What is't makes me? dost not note it,
How I have i' th' Tavern floted;
Till a Thousand seek to shame me,
There goes Faustulus, so they name me;
Who
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Who thro' all the World has traced,
And with Stile of Maltworm graced!
Who carouseth to his Breeding,
From Aurora's Beamlings spreading
To th'Evening, and despiseth
Favour, Thrift which each Man prizeth!
Now hear Faustulus' Melancholy,
Th' closing Scene of all his Folly.
Farewel Banbury, farewel Brackley,
Farewel Hollow-well, farewel Hockley:
Farewel Daintry, farewel Leister,
Farewel Chichester, farewel Chester:
Farewel Nottingham, farewel Mansfield,
Farewel Wetherby, farewel Tanfield.
Farewel Aberford, farewel Bradford,
Farewel Toceter, farewel Stratford,
Farewel Preston, farewel Euxton,
Farewel Wiggin, farewel Newton,
Farewel Warrington, farewel Budworth,
Farewel Kighley, farewel Cudworth.
Farewel Hogsdon, farewel Totnam,
Farewel Giggleswick, farewel Gottam,
Farewel Harrington, farewel Stilton,
Farewel Huntington, farewel Milton,
Farewel
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Farewel Royston, farewel Puckridge,
Farewel Caxton, farewel Cambridge.
Farewel Ware, farewel Wademill,
Farewel Highgate, farewel Gads-hill,
Farewel Stamford, farewel Sautree,
Farewel Scrubie, farewel Bautree,
Farewel Castle Under-line too,
Where are Poets, Wenches, Wine too.
Farewel Tauk-hill, which I viewed,
Lemnian Lydia, whom I sewed,
Steepy Ways by which I waded,
And those Trugs with which I traded;
Faber, Taber, Pensive never,
Farewel merry Mates for ever.
Now I hate all Foreign Places,
Robin Hood's Well and his Chaces:
Farewel Rosington, farewel Retford,
And thou ancient Seat of Beaford,
Farewel Dunchurch, Dunstable, Brickhill,
Alban, Barnet, Pimlico, Tickhill.
Farewell Waltham, Seat of Oswald,
That bright Princely Star of The'bald:
Farewel Godmanchester, where I
Was deluded by a Fairy:
Fare-
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Farewel Kingsland, Islington, ☆ London,
Which I lov'd, and by it undone.
Farewel Buntingford, where are Thrushes,
Sweet Briers, shred Vines, private Bushes;
Hostess chearful, mildly moving,
Giving Tokens of her loving;
I must in another Nation
Take my fill of Recreation.
Farewel precious Stone and Chapel,
Where Stella shines more fresh than th'Apple:
Farewel Haywood, Bruerton, Ridglay,
Litchfield, Coventry, Coleshil, Edgway,
Meredin, Wakefield, farewel clean-a,
Medes and Metes of George à Green-a.
Farewel Clowne, Doncaster, Rothram,
Clapham, Ingleton, Waldron, Clothram,
Witham,
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--- These be my New Troy's dying Elegies.
Now to that New Troy bid adieu for ever,
Wine, Venus' Pictures, can allure me never,
These are Youth's Darlings, Age's Hoary griever,
Fare ye well for ever.
Farewel for ever, see you will I never,
Yet if Wife, Children, Money hurry thither,
Where we may plant and solace us together,
Welcome for ever.
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Witham, Grantham, New-wark, Tuxworth,
Uxbridge, Beckonsfield, and Oxforth,
Richly stor'd (I am no Gnatho)
With Wit, Wealth, Worth, Well of Plato.
Farewel York, I must forsake thee,
Weaver's Shuttle shall not take me:
☆ Hoary Hairs are come upon me,
Youthful Pranks will not become me;
Th' Bed to which I'm reconciled
Shall be by me ne'er defiled.
Farewel Wentbrig, Towlerton, Sherburn,
Ferry-brig, Tadcaster, Helperby, Merburn,
Farewell Bainbrig, Askrig, Worton,
Hardraw, Wenchley, Smeton, Burton;
Farewel Ayscarth, Carperby, Redmeer,
Gastyle, Killington, and Sedbergh.
I am now become a Drover,
Country Liver, Country Lover;
Smell of Gain my Sense benumbeth,
Little care I whence it cometh;
Be
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Winter has now behoar'd my Hairs,
Benumb'd my Joints and Sinews too;
Phyllis for Verses little Cares,
Leave City then, to th' Country go.
Poets, when they have writ of Love their fill,
Grown old, are scorn'd. tho' Fancy crown their Quill.
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Be 't from camp, Choir, Cottage, Carpet,
Field, Fold, Cellar, Forest, Market.
Horse Fairs.
To Malton come I, praising th' Sale, Sir;
Of an Horse without a Tail, Sir;
Be he Maim'd, lam'd, blind, diseased,
If I sell him, I'm well pleased;
Should this Kephal die next morrow,
I partake not in the Sorrow.
Then to Rippon, I appear there
To sell Horses if they're dear there;
If they're cheap, I use to buy them,
And i' th' Country profit by them;
"Where to quicken 'em, I'll tell ye,
"I put quick Eels into their Belly.
Northern Fairs.
Thence to Pomfret, freshly flowred,
And with ☆ Rods of Liquorice stored:
Thence to Topcliff with my Fellow,
Not to bouze Wine, but to sell-low.
Thence
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Rods of Liquorice sweetly smile
In that rich Angelick Isle.
See Book 3. Stanza 48.
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Thence to Thyrsk, where Bullocks grazed
Are for Sale i' th' Market placed.
Thence to Alerton cheerful, fruitful,
To the Seller very grateful;
There to chuse a Place I'm chariest,
Where my Beasts may shew the fairest.
Thence to Darlington, never swerving
From our Drove, Laws worth observing.
Thence to Middlam am I aiming
In a direct Course of gaining;
I refuse no kind of Labour,
Where I smell some gainful favour:
"No way, be it ne'er the homeliest,
"Is rejected, being honest.
Tra-montane Fairs.
In these fairs, if I find nothing
Worth the staying, I'm no slow thing;
To the North frame I my Passage,
Wing'd with Hope of more Advantage:
Ragged Rocks, and steepy Hillows
Are by Gain more soft than Pillows
Thence to Native Appleby mount I,
Th'ancient Seat of all that County.
Thence
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Thence to Pearless Penrith went I,
Which of Merchandize hath plenty.
Thence to Roslay, where our Lot is
To commerce with People Scottish.
To a Passage crook'dly tending,
Thence to Ravinglass I'm bending:
Thence to Dalton most delightful;
Thence to Oaten Ouston fruitful;
Thence to Hauxide's marish Pasture;
Thence to th' Seat of old Lancaster.
Thence to Garstang, where are feeding
Herds, with large Fronts freely breeding.
Thence to Ingleforth I descended,
Where choice Bull-calfs will be vended.
Thence to Burton's Boundiers pass I,
Fair in Flocks, in Pastures grassy.
Thence to Horneby, Seat renowned,
"Thus with Gain are Worldlings drowned;
Secret-sacred Thirst of Treasure
Makes my Bullocks my best Pleasure:
Should Love wooe me, I'd not have her,
"It is Gain yields sweetest favour.
Thence
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Thence to Lonesdale, where were at it
Boys that scorn'd Quart Ale by Statute;
Till they stagger'd, stammer'd, stumbled,
Railed, reeled, rolled, tumbled;
Musing I should be so stranged,
I resolv'd them I was changed.
To the sink of Sin they drew me,
Where like Hogs in Mire they threw me;
Or like Dogs unto their Vomit,
But their Purpose I o'ercomed;
With shut Eyes I flung in Anger
From those Mates of Death and Danger.
Mirtil. Surely (Faustulus) I do wonder
How thou, who so long liv'd under
Bacchus, where choice Wits resounded,
Should'st be thus i' th' World drowned.
What do'st, where liv'st, in brief deliver,
Wilt thou be a Worldling ever?
Faustul. Thou err'st (Mirtillus) and wrongst me too,
If tou think'st I never go to
Bacchus' Temple, which I follow,
"Once a Year laughs wise Apollo;
Where I drench Grief's slight Physicians,
Hair I change, but no Conditions.
Chearful
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Chearful Comrades I have by me,
Townsmen that do neighbour nigh me;
Within, without, where'er I rest me,
Carking Cares do ne'er molest me:
With these I please to consort me,
And in ☆ open Fields to sport me.
Now to Richmond, when Spring's come on,
Now to Nesham with my Woman;
With free Course we both approve it,
Where we love and are beloved;
Here Fields Flower with freshest Creatures,
Representing Flora's Features.
Now to Ashton, I'm invited
By my Friend and Kinsman cited;
Secret Cellars entertain me,
Beauteous beaming Stars inflame me;
Meat, Mirth, Musick, Wines are there full,
With a Count'nance blith and cheerful.
Now to Cowbrow, quickly thither
Jovial Boys do flock together;
In which Place all Sorrow lost is,
Guests know how to kiss their Hostess;
Nought
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Thus thro' the fair Fields, when I have best Leisure,
Diaper'd richly, do I take my Pleasure,
To cheer my Studies with a pleasing Measure.
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Nought but Love doth border near it,
Goose and Hen will Witness bear it.
Now to Natland, where choice Beauty,
And a Shepherd do salute me;
Lips I relish richly Roseack,
Purely Nectar and Ambrosiak;
But I'm chaste, as doth become me,
For the Country's Eyes are on me.
Now to Kirkland, truly by it
May that Say be verified:
"Far from God, but near the Temple,
Tho' their Pastor gave Example,
They are such a kind of Vermin,
Pipe they'd rather hear than Sermon.
Now to Kendall for ☆ Cloth-making,
Sight, site, † Alderman awaking;
Beauteous Damsels, modest Mothers,
And her four and twenty Brothers;
Ever in her Honour spreading,
Where I had my Native Breeding.
Where
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A Town so highly renown'd for her commodius Cloathing, and industrious
Trading, as her Name is become famus in that kind. Camb. in
Brit.
Cloth is my Bread. Mot.
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Now hast thou chang'd thy Title unto May'r,
Let Life, State, Style, improve thy Charter there.
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Where I'll tell you (while none mind us)
We throw th' House quite out at Windows;
Nought makes them or me ought sorry,
They dance lively with John Dory:
Holy Brethren with their Poet
Sing, nor care they much who know it.
Now to Staveley strait repair I,
Where sweet Birds do hatch their airy
Arbours, Oziers freshly showing,
With soft mossy Rind o'ergrowing:
For Woods, Air, ALE, all excelling,
Would'st thou have a neater Dwelling?
Mirtil. Be't so, Faustulus! there repose thee,
Cheer thy Country with thy Poesy
Live, farewel, as thou deservest,
Rich in Arethusa's Harvest:
Under th' Beach while Shepherds rank thee
Zephyrus bless thee. Faust.] I do thank thee.
BES-
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BESSY BELL:
To be sung in altern Courses and modern Voices.
By Corymb&ae;us.
Dam&ae;tus Eliza-Bella.
Dam. MY bonny Bell, I love thee so well,
I would thou would scud a lang hither,
That we might here in a Cellar dwell,
And blend our Bows together!
Dear art to me as thy geer's to thee,
The World will never suspect us,
This Place it is private, 'tis Folly to drive it,
Love's Spies have no Eyes to detect us.
Bell. Trust me, Dam&ae;tus, Youth will not let us
Yet to be sing'd with Love's Taper
Bonny
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Bonny blith Swainlin intend thy Lambkin,
To require noth thy Lays and thy Labour.
I love not thee, why should'st thou love me,
The Yoke I cannot approve it,
Then lie still with one, I'd rather have none,
Nor I love, nor am lov'd, nor have loved.
Dam. To lead Apes in Hell, it will not do well,
'Tis an Enemy to Procreation.
In the World to tarry, and never to marry,
Would bring it soon to Desolation.
See my Count'nance merry, Cheeks red as Cheery
This Cover will never suspect us,
This Place it is private, 'tis Folly to drive it,
Love's Spies have no Eyes to detect us.
Bell. 'Las! Maidens must feign it, I love, thou I lain it,
I would, but I will not confess it,
My Years are consorting, and fain would be sporting.
But Bashfulness shames to express it.
I love not thee, why shold'st thou love me,
That Yoke I cannot approve it,
Then
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Then lie still with one, I'd rather have none,
Nor I love, nor am lov'd, nor have loved.
Dam. My beauteous Bell, who Stars do excel,
See mine Eyes never dry, but do wet me,
Some comfort unbuckle, my sweet Honysuckle,
Come away, do not stay, I entreat thee.
Delay would undo me, hye quickly unto me,
This River will never suspect us,
This Place it is private, 'tis Folly to drive it,
Love's Spies have no Eyes to detect us.
Bell. Come on, Dam&ae;tus, ripe Age doth fit us,
Take aside thy naked Bride, and enjoy her,
So thou cull thy Sweeting, let Flocks fall a bleating,
My Maids Weed on thy Mead I'll bestow there.
Thus I love thee, so do thou love me,
The Yoke is so sweet, I approve it,
To lie still with one, is better than none,
I do love, I am lov'd, and have lov'd it.
The END.
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AN INDEX OF THE Men, Places, Signs, &c.
{table- }
"","",""
"ABerford","Page","23"
"Aldermanbury, at the Axe","","57"
"Allerton","","97, 121"
"Appleby","","121"
"Ashton","","39, 127"
"Askrig","","103"
"Author marries, and turns Farmer,","","117"
"Ayscarth","","101"
"Bainbrig","","103"
"Banbury","","13"
"Banister, a noted Innkeeper at Preston,","","39"
"Barnet, at the Purse, the Bears made him bewray himself","","55"
"Bautree","","87"
"Bessy Bell, a Song","","133"
"Bradford","","25"
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Bramham
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{table- }
"","",""
"Bramham","Page","91"
"Brickhill","","51"
"Bruarton, a merry Story","","47"
"Budworth at the Cock","","43"
"Buntingford","","69"
"Burleigh","","79"
"Burton","","123"
"Cambridge","","73"
"Cardinal's Hat","","59"
"Carperby","","99"
"Caxton","","71"
"Clapham","","27"
"Clowne","","21"
"Coleshill, the Butcher's Wife there","","47"
"Coventry for Blue","","49"
"Crowbrow","","29, 127"
"Cranes (Three)","","57"
"Daventry","","15, 49"
"Dalton","","123"
"Darlington","","97, 121"
"Doncaster","","23, 87"
"Dunchurch","","49"
"Dunstable","","53"
"Euston","","41"
"Ferry-brig","","89"
"Gandy (Tom)","","43"
"Garstang","","39"
"Gastile","","105"
"Giggleswick","","27"
"Godmanchester","","73"
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Godstow
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{table- }
"","",""
"Godstow","Page","13"
"Gotham","","17"
"Green (Frank) of Stratford, and his handsome Wife","","51"
"Griffin in the Old-Baily","","57"
"Grantham","","83"
"Hardrow","","103"
"Harrington","","73"
"Hart's-horns","","59"
"Hauxide","","123"
"Haywood","","45"
"Helperby","","95"
"Highgate, the Horn there","","55"
"Hocklay-hole","","53"
"Hodsdon","","67"
"Holbourn-Bridge, at the Rose","","57"
"Holloway","","57"
"Holm-Chapel, for Ale","","43"
"Hornby","","123"
"Huntington","","73"
"Ingleforth","","123"
"Ingleton","","27"
"John (Little)","","17"
"John à Gant","","39"
"Islington, at the Lyon","","57, 65"
"Kendall","","29, 107, 129"
"Kighley","","25"
"Killington","","105"
"Kingsland","","65"
"Kirkland","","29, 129"
{ -endtable}
Knaves
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{table- }
"","",""
"Knaves-acre near York, where the Piper was hang'd, and play'd
afterwards,","Page","93"
"Leave taken of all the Places he drank at,","from","111
to 117"
"Leicester, at the Bell","","17"
"Kitchfield, he borrow'd Money of an old Userer","","47"
"London","","65"
"Lonesdale","","29, 125"
"Lousy Hill","","97"
"Maidenly John","","103"
"Malton","","119"
"Mansfield","","19"
"Meredin, merry with his Landlacy Joan,","","49"
"Middlam","","101, 121"
"Mother Red Cap's at Holloway","","57"
"Natland","","29, 129"
"Nesham, for it's Nunnery","","97, 127"
"Newcastle under Line","","45"
"Newfound College","","75"
"Newton in the Willows","","41"
"Newark","","83"
"Nottingham","","17"
"Overbowles","","19"
"Ouston","","123"
"Oxford","","13"
"Penrith","","123"
"Pomfret for Liquorice","","89, 119"
{ -endtable}
Preston
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{table- }
"","",""
"Preston","Page","39"
"Puckeridge","","69"
"Rainsford, and the Prelate","","75"
"Ravinglas","","123"
"Redburne","","53"
"Redmeer","","99"
"Retford","","85"
"Richmond","","99, 127"
"Ridgelay","","45"
"Rippon","","119"
"Robin Hood, p.17 His Well,","","87"
"Rosamund's Bower","","15"
"Rose, a pretty Girl at Newton in Lancashire","","41"
"Roslay","","123"
"Rothram, at the Bull","","21"
"Royston","","69"
"Sarah's Hole","","81"
"Sautry","","75"
"Scarlet, Robin Hood's Man","","17"
"Scrubie","","85"
"Sedberg","","105"
"Sherbourn","","91"
"Sherwood Drovers","","17"
"Smeton","","97"
"St. Albans","","55"
"Stamford","","81"
"Staveley","","31, 131"
"Stilton","","77"
"Stone at the Bell","","45"
{ -endtable}
Stone-
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{table- }
"","",""
"Stonegate Hole","Page","73"
"Stratford","","51"
"Tadcaster","","91"
"Tauk-a-Hill","","43"
"Theobald","","67"
"Thyrsk","","95, 121"
"Topcliff","","95, 119"
"Tosseter, where he sat up all Night,","","51"
"Totnam High-Cross","","65"
"Towlerton","","93"
"Tuxworth","","85"
"Wademill","","69"
"Wakefield Pindar","","25"
"Waltham-Abbey","","67"
"Wansforth-brigs","","77"
"Ware","","67"
"Warrington","","43"
"Wedon, where he vomited","","51"
"Wentbridge","","89"
"Wenchly","","101"
"Wetherby","","25"
"Wiggan","","41"
"Witham","","81"
"Woodstock","","15"
"Worton","","101"
"York, where he lay with the Weaver's Wife,","","91"
"Young, the Tobacconist","","59"
"Younger (Tom) of Brickhill","","51"
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The END.
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