The Debtford plumb cake, or, The four merry vvives. Tune of, An old woman poor and blind. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B02635 of text R221424 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D1083A). 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 2018 B02635 Wing D1083A Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.40.m.9.[92] 99885290 ocm99885290 182245 2248536288

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B02635) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182245) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:2[93]) The Debtford plumb cake, or, The four merry vvives. Tune of, An old woman poor and blind. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcut). printed for T. Jackson, near Fleet street, London, : [ca. 1700] Date of publication from Wing. Verse: "Come all you sweet lips, round me stand ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The Debtford plumb cake, or, The four merry vvives. Tune of, An old woman poor and blind. Licensed according to order. anon 1700 1 463 4 0 0 0 0 0 86.39 D The rate of 86.39 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-07 Sampled and proofread 2008-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Debtford Plumb Cake , OR , The Four merry Wives . Tune of , An Old Woman poor and blind .

Licensed according to Order

Come all you sweet lips , round me stand and hear a pleasant tale , With each some Plumb Cake in her hand and Cup of good napping Ale , Then you might all as merry be as lately was four good Wives , Who take their Glasses of free , and jollyly lead their lives . Carpenters Wives were two of them , and another a Smiths Wife prov'd , The fourth a Seaman's for the Game , these four did a young Man love , He was a Mealman's Servant to and often would frisk and play At heave and set as others do , let it be by Night or Day . But one time among all the rest , they wanted a good Plumb Cake , And this the young Meal-Man did Protest , he would have a good one bak'd , A Peck and a half of Flower str●ight he sent the good Wives to kneed , Of Plumbs be sent eleven Pou●d weight , to make up the Cake with speed . Seven pound of Butter to also , he sent when he sent the Plumbs , With Sugar for to make it so they might sweetly lick their Thumbs , And when 't was bak'd , then ore a Glass they merry were all to be But mark I pray what came to pass , which spoiled their jollitry , For when the Cake was made and bak'd one of the good Wives did say , Come Neighbours where shall we it take and have our young Ned to day , You know that he 's a Lad so free , and willing to serve us all , I swear I love him heartily , i 'll venture with him one fall . What if we to the Fountain go , and there have our merry bout , Fie , Fie , one of the Wives did cry , our Husbands will find us out , What think you of the Greenwich blood , they say it is Liquor rare , A maich we all do think it good and our Plumb Cake we 'll not spare . So the four wives with brisk young Ned , met over some Liquor stout , Each thinking on the Cake to feed , but Vulk●n had found them out , And with his Hammer in his hand , he soundly the Cake did maul , Yet Ned did all the Wives command , and play'd Boys at up ●ails all .

London , printed for I. Jackson , near Fleet street .