The Countrey mans chat wherein you shall finde how each man doth talke to please his owne minde : to the tune of Welcome to towne. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A19450 of text S3153 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 5872.5). 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. 6 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 A19450 STC 5872.5 ESTC S3153 33143074 ocm 33143074 28212 2240927468

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A19450) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 28212) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1873:28) The Countrey mans chat wherein you shall finde how each man doth talke to please his owne minde : to the tune of Welcome to towne. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. Printed for H. G., London : [ca. 1632] Contains four woodcut illustrations. Printed as a single sheet, bound as two leaves. Reproduction of original in: Pepys Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo The countrey mans chat, wherein you shall finde how each man doth talke to please his owne minde. To the tune of, Welcome to towne. [no entry] 1632 1 949 6 0 0 0 0 0 63.22 D The rate of 63.22 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-01 Sampled and proofread 2003-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Countrey mans chat , Wherein you shall finde How each man doth talke To please his owne minde . To the tune of , Welcome to Towne .

IN place where late I chanced to be at a feast of friendly meetings , Where men and women of each degree , Vs'd kinde and courteous greetings , For their acquantance and their conference , one had with another , Well I noted as they sorted all their spéech in order , Men by themselues , women likewise . men they talkt of Tillage , The prises of wheat , of sheep and Neat , and orders of their Uillage . First , qd. Iohn Thake , to the Goodman Lake , what when doe y● gin sow Barly ? Masse quoth he not , this sennet yet I thinke it 's somewhat too early . Quoth Goodman Hare , to another there , how workes your land in Brimly ? Why , quoth old Paine , 't wants but a raine , but I warn't t would worke euen trimly . Then , quoth old Iud , I thinke t were good , and if you sew't with Pe●ason , No , quoth Iohn How , were I as you , it should lye another season . Qd. Goodman Ros , how 's your horse , I heard he 's scicke a th' stauers , Ohhang him Iade , quoth old Iohn Dade , its time he were at the Glouers . Quoth Goodman Read , to the Goodman Pead , how sold you wheat at Hertford ? Faith , quoth old Brown , euen halfe a crown and so t was sold at Storford . I neuer knew , quoth old Iohn Trew , the Markets to be slower . Nay , quoth old Snow , t is very like so , the prizes will be lower . Marry , quoth old Gue , pray God he true , then poore shall fare the better , Now forth came Mence , with 's eloquence , yet he knew neuer a letter , Wee are confused , and infused , and our hedges broken . I faith , quoth Bars , I tell you sirs , my fields they lye all open , Faith , quoth old Neale , the poore will steale , before they 'l fall to working . I and whoore for all they 're poore , they care not for a Ierking . These hedgebreakers I thinke it fit , that at next léete wee paine them , And these inmates , quoth Peter Gates , how should a man restraine them . Faith Boyes and Girles , & knaues & truls , their can be no diuiding , They must be matcht , and will be pitcht , somewhere to haue a biding . Tush , quoth old Rule , man you 're a foole , don't those so that haue riches ; But now they 'l preuent th' impediment , for downe goes Cloackbag breeches .
The second part . To the same tune :

Then , qd. Goodman Dent , how shall we doe , this lent , they say ther 's no good Herring There 's no good white , qd. Goodman Knight , nay , I le stand to 't , quoth old Seering , And quoth Tom Bush , law's strait ●or flesh , if that 's true , quoth old Kelly . Tush you may be excus'd , qd. Goodman Hewes'd along of your wiues great belly . You 'r killing a calfe , quoth Goodman Roffe , I catch this same at Roston , Where I sold my hogs as cheap as any dogs , that I bestow'd such cost on . Quoth Goodman Fip , how standeth your shéep , they say there ●ie● aboundant , Faith , quoth Ned Scot , they all haue the rot , I hold a hundred pound on t , Nay that s a Iest , quoth Robin Feast , for I know here s good Mutton , There s little found in all this Towne , I le stand to 't quoth old Hutton . What is there then , quoth Francis Wren , that is without some misflaw , But stay your tale , quoth Humfrey Sale , can ye spare vs a loade of Pea●-straw ? What now Iohn Dan , how dost thou man ? me thinkes thou lookst but sickly , I doubt , quoth Ieames , he hath raid his seames , that makes him goe so s●atly , Now here Iohn Simmes , to all our friends , in City and in Country , Doe let it come and I le drinke round , to Dicke and so to Humfrey . man I was at Stadds with those old Lads , and there we drunke full deeply , Come , quoth Tom Trap , man take of your lap , and le ts be going quickly . How doe's , quoth ane , your neighbour Ton , I doubt he thriues but slowly . But there 's Ned Stitch is growne vile rich , which way the dewce is 't know ye . Thus much delating and much chatting , is there at such meetings . If ought I leaue you may it conceiue , I le now to the womens greeting For they were neatly talking featly , as they vse at Banquets : Whose kindes I spide euen last Shrouetide , when they were eating Pankakes . FINIS .

London , printed for H. G.