The western husbandmans lamentation. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A96219 of text R210331 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.10[19]). 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. 3 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 A96219 Wing W1412 Thomason 669.f.10[19] ESTC R210331 99869140 99869140 162560 2248519357

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A96219) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 162560) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f10[19]) The western husbandmans lamentation. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1645] Imprint from Wing. In verse -- "Udsbodykins! chill work no more:". Annotation on Thomason copy: "London 5th march 1644". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A96219 R210331 (Thomason 669.f.10[19]). civilwar no The western husbandmans lamentation. anon. 1645 1 474 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. 2007-06 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-07 Sampled and proofread 2007-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Western husbandmans lamentation . UDs bodykins ! I hill work no more : Dost think I hill labour to be poore ? No ich have more a do : If of the world this be the trade , That ich must break zo knaves be made , Ich will a blundering too . I hill zell my cart and eke my plow , And get a zword if ich know how , For ich mean to be right : I hill learn to zwear , and drink , and rore , And ( Gallant leek ) I hill keep a whore , No matter who can vight . God blesse us what a world is here , It can ne'r last another year , Vor ich can't be able to zoe : Dost think that ever ch ad the art , To plow the ground up with my cart ? My beasts be all a go . But vurst a Warrant ich will get From master Captain , that a vet I hill make a shrewd a do : Vor then c have power in any place , To steal a horse without disgrace , And beat the owner too . Ich had zix oxen tother day , And them the Roundheads vetcht away , A mischief be their speed . And ch ad zix horses left me whole , And them the Cabbelleero's stole : Chee voor men be agreed . Here ich do labour , toyl , and zweat , And dure the cold , with dry and heat , And what dost think ich get ? Vaith just my labour vor my pains , The garrisons have all the gains , Vor thither all 's a vet. There goes my corn , and beans , and pease , Ich do not dare them to displease , They do so zwear and vaper : When to the Governour ich do come , And pray him to discharge my Zum , C have nothing but a paper . V'ds niggs , dost think that paper will Keep warm my back , and belly vill ? No , no , go vangethy note : If that another year my vield No profit do unto me yield , Ich may go cut my throte . When any money c have in store , Then strait a Warrant comes therefore , Or ich must blundred be : And when c have shuffled out one pay Then comes another without delay , Was ever the leek a zee ? If all this be not griefenow , They have a thing cald quarter too O 't is a vengeance waster : A pox upon 't , they call it vree , C ham zure they make us slaves to be , And every rogue our master .