The cunning northerne begger, vvho all the by-standers doth earnestly pray, to bestow a penny upon him to day To the tune of Tom of Bedlam. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A07596 of text S119238 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 1799). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A07596 STC 1799 ESTC S119238 99854445 99854445 19867 2264227574

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A07596) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 19867) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1195:02) The cunning northerne begger, vvho all the by-standers doth earnestly pray, to bestow a penny upon him to day To the tune of Tom of Bedlam. 1 sheet ([2] p.) : ill. for F. Coules, Printed at London : [1634?] Publication date suggested by STC. Verse - "I am a lusty begger,". Identified as Wing C7585 on UMI microfilm set "Early English books, 1641-1700" reel 1666. Reproductions of the originals in the British Library (Early English books, 1475-1640, reel 1195) and Early English books, 1641-1700, reel 2123) and the Cambridge University Library (Early English books, 1641-1700, reel 1666). eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The cunning northerne begger, vvho all the by-standers doth earnestly pray, to bestow a penny upon him to day. To the tune of Tom of Bedlam. [no entry] 1634 2 903 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-09 Sampled and proofread 2007-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The cunning Northerne Begger , Who all the By-standers doth earnestly pray , To bestow a penny upon him to day . To the tune of Tom of Bedlam .

I Am a lusty begger , and live by others giving , I scorne to worke , But by the highway lurke , And beg to get my living : I 'le 'i th wind and weather , And weare all ragged Garments . Yet though I 'm bare , I 'm frée from care , A fig for high preferments . For still will I cry good your worship good sir , Bestow one poore denier sir : Which when I 've got At the Pipe and Pot , I soone will it casheere sir . I have my shifts about me , Like Proteus often changing My shape when I will , I alter still , About the Country ranging : As soone as I a Coatch sée , Or Gallants by come riging , I take my Crutch , And rouse from my Couch , Whereas I lay abiding . And still doe I cry , &c. Now like a wandring Souldier ( That has 'i th warres bin maymed With the shot of a Gunne ) To Gallants I runne , And begg sir helpe the lamed , I am a poore old Souldier , And better times once viewed , Though bare now I goe , Yet many a foe , By my hath bin subdued . And therefore I cry , &c. Although I nere was further Then Kentish street in Southwarke , Nor ere did see A Battery Made against any Bulwarks , But with my Trulis and Doxes , Lay in some corner lurking , and nere went abroad But to beg on the road , To kéepe my selfe from working . And alwaies to cry , &c. Anon I 'm like a saylor , And weare old Canvas cloathing , And then I say The Dunkerks away , Tooke all and left me nothing : Sixe ships set all upon us , 'Gainst which wée bravely ventur'd , And long withstood , Yet could doe no good , Our ship at length they enter'd . And therefore I cry good your worship good sir Bestow one poore denier sir : which when I 've got , at the pipe and pot , &c.
The second part , To the same tune .

SOmetime I like a Criple Vpon the ground lye crawling , for money I begge , as wanting a legge To beare my corps from falling , Then seeme I weake of body , And long t' have béene diseased , And make complaint , As ready to faint , And of my griefes increased , And faintly I cry good your worship good , sir . Bestow one poore desire sir , which when I 've got , at the Pipe and Pot , I soone will it casheere sir . My flesh I so can temper , That it shall séeme to feister , And looke all or'e , Like a raw sore , Whereon I sticke a plaister . With blood I daub my face then , To faigne the falling sicknesse , That in every place They pitty my case , As if it came through weakenesse . And then I doe cry , &c. Then as if my sight I wanted , A Boy doth walke beside me , Or else I doe Grope as I goe , Or have a Dog to guide me : And when I 'm thus accounted , To th' highway side I hye me , and there I stand with cords in my hand , And beg of all comes nye me . And earnestly , cry good your worship good sir Bestow one poore denier , &c. Next to some Country fellow , I presently am turned , And cry alacke With a child at my back , My house and goods were burned : Then me my Doxes followes , Who for my wife s believed , and along wee two together goe , With such mischantes grieved . And still we doe cry good your worship , &c. What though I cannot labour , Shall I therefore pine with hunger No , rather then I Will starve where I lye ? I 'le beg of the money monger , No other care shall trouble My minde , nor griefe disease me , Though sometime the slash I get , or the lash , 'T will but a while displease me , And still I will cry good your worship good sir Bestow one , &c. No tricks at all shall scape me , But I will by my maunding , Get some reliefe To ease my griefe , When by the highway standing : T is better be a Begger , And aske of kind good fellowes , And honestly have What we doe crave , then steale and goe to ' th' Gallowes : Therefore 'I le cry good your worship good sir , Bestowe one poore denier sir . Which when I 've got At the Pipe and Pot , I soone will it casheere sir .
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Printed at London for F. Coules .