A new medley, or, A messe of all-together To the tune of Tarltons medley. New medley. M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A08973 of text S119378 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 19258). 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. 7 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 2017 A08973 STC 19258 ESTC S119378 99854585 99854585 20012 2240945319

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A08973) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 20012) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1607:23) A new medley, or, A messe of all-together To the tune of Tarltons medley. New medley. M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656? 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. printed for H. Gosson, London : [1640?] Signed: M. P., i.e. Martin Parker. Publication date suggested by STC. Verse - "Strange news is come from Hounslo heath,". In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. A08973 S119378 (STC 19258). civilwar no A new medley, or, A messe of all-together. To the tune of Tarltons medley. M. P 1640 2 928 3 0 0 0 0 0 32 C The rate of 32 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 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
A new Medley , OR , A Messe of All-together . To the tune of Tarltons Medley .

STrange news is come from Hounslo heath , That all false Théeues are put to death , Nell Collins has a stinking breath , I heard Tom Phillips say : The Cobler and the Broome-mans wife , Haue made a match , I le lay my life , Come drinke a cup and end all strife , sweet Kester . They say that Turnbull-street is cleane Transform'd , there scant is left a Queane , Oh neghbour Ralph what doe you meane , to pawne your shirt for Ale : This drinking healths makes many sicke , Nan Wil●●●●s has deuis'd a tricke , To gull her husband , silly Dicke , the Miller . Pease-porridge makes our Mall breake winde , She makes vs thinke that shée is kinde , Because she speaks to vs behind , as fréely as before : The Butler is gone out o th' way , Cause no man shall drinke here to day , His Master bids him do 't they say , on purpose . Will Cooke and Sisse the Dairy maide , Doe sit together in the shade , Stealing would be an excellent trade , and t were not for this hanging : The Hangman he leaues worke by noone , Sweet heart goe not away so soone , A thinke there is a man i' th Moone , Star-gazer . There is more cloathes in Birchin-lane I thinke , than would load Charles his Waine , King Edward lou'd a gold-smiths Iane , the best ware in the shop : The Tanner made the King a Feast , A Mastiffe dog's a valiant Beast , He oft thinks most that sayes the least , old Hobson . Dido wos a Carthage Quéene , As I walkt in a Meddow greene , The fairest Lasse that ere was séene , that was the flower of Kent : Looke to your forehead honest friend , The longest day must haue an end , Good fortune unto thée , God send , young Bridegroome . When as King Henry rul'd this Land , All things did in good order stand , Then scarce a Lawyer had a hand , to take a double Fee : Eele Pyes are dainty meate in Lent , I prethée Roger be content , Good Land-lords doe not raise your rent so highly . The Courtier scornes the Countrey Clowne , There dwels a widdow in our Towne , Pray mother lend me halfe a Crowne to buy a wedding Ring : Tom Taylor did not vse me well , To steale two yards out of one Ell , My Belly doth begin to swell , I 'me pepper'd .
The second part , To the same tune .

AT Battersey good Turnips grow , There goes three Milke-maids on a row , Me thinks it is a séemely shew to sée three honest Millers : The Sea-man and the Souldier hold , Venter their liues for fame and gold , A Slut , a Strumpet , and a Scold , three good wiues . King Edgar hated drunkennesse , And Iulius Caesar loath'd excesse , I prethee tell me prety Besse , who lay with thee last night : Aeneas was a periur'd Prince , Too many haue done like him since , Swéet-heart I le giue thée eighteene pence to kisse thée . To thinke how things are chang'd of late , That Charitie 's quite out of date , Would force a silent man to prate , oh the merry dayes of old , When Knights and Squires wore good broad-cloath , The poore had Béefe as well as broth , Oh doe not make vs pay for froth good Tapster . Our Ladies now are like to Apes , Their mindes doe alter like their shapes , Fie Mistris , fie , your placket gapes , couer your flesh for shame : The Pander quarrels with the Whore , And sayes hée 'l bee their man no more , The shot is paide , wipe off the score kinde Hostis .

A Vsurer and a Broker be Both Brothers of a company , The Deuill sure must make them frée when they haus seru'd their time : In old time Bakers us'd to be , Promoted to the Pillory , Now none , vnlesse for Periury , péepe thorow . The Carrier brings vp euery wéeke Braue Lasses , which the Bawds doe séeke , What Welchman will not were a Léeke upon Saint Davids day ? Saint George lies dead at Coventrey , Oh now for such a man as he , Our Capteines dy'd i' th Ile of Ree , ill tydings . Quéene Elinor built Charing-crosse , Which now is couer●●●re with Mosse , The Spanyards mourne for their late losse , I meane the rich Plate Fléet : The Dutchmen grieue , and so do we , For th' death of young Prince Henry , Alas ▪ there is no remedy , but patience . My merry Medley here I end , Which to young men and maids I send , To make them mirth , the same was pend , although it séeme non-sense : Yet is there such variety Of sense for each capacity , That old and young may pleased be to learne it .
M. P. Finis .

London printed for H. Gosson .