The London lasses hue-and-cry after her dearly beloved Robin, whom she unluckily lost last Saturday night. To the tune of the Rant. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04150 of text R227241 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L2902). 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. 4 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 B04150 Wing L2902 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[154] 99887195 ocm99887195 181903 2264218692

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04150) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181903) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:3[154]) The London lasses hue-and-cry after her dearly beloved Robin, whom she unluckily lost last Saturday night. To the tune of the Rant. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P[hilip]. Brooksby, J[onah]. Deacon, J[oshua]. Blare, and J[ohn]. Yack [sic]., [London] : [between 1688-1692] Verse: "Good people give your attention ..." Date, place of publication and publisher's names from Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The London lasses hue-and-cry after her dearly beloved Robin, whom she unluckily lost last Saturday night. To the tune of the Rant. Licensed according anon 1692 1 556 18 0 0 0 0 0 323.74 F The rate of 323.74 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The London lasses Hue-and-Cry After Her Dearly Beloved Robin , Whom she unluckily lost last Saturday Night . To the Tune of the Rant .

Licensed according to Order .

GOod People pray give your Attention , Vnto this my new Hue-and-cry , T is after my Love , and I 'll mention his Form , and Apparrel , for why , Without him I can't be contented , he is the Sole-joy of my life , For him I have went , and lamented , I fear I shall ne'er be a Wife . O he is my joy , love and honey , I lost ●im last Saturday night , I 'd give twenty Shillings in Money to those that bring him to light . He has I must tell ye , two Faces , his head it stands quite all awry , He Amb'●s and h●th all his Paces , likewise he is seven hands high .

YOu 'll say that there is not a sweeter young man in the Kingdom than he , I now will d●●ribe e'ry Feature , if that you will listen to me . His Skin is as fair as tann'd Leather , likewise his sweet Face to adorn , His Nose and his Hat meets together turn'd up like a Sow-gelders-Ho●n . His Teeth they are black , green and yellow , those changeable Colours are fine , And like to the fair Crimson ●allow , his Cheeks too with Beauty does thine . His pretty sweet Mouth I admire , which froaths like a Tankard of Purt , The hair of his Head like soft Wire , you 'll find than of ●aggot-stick Curl , His pretty sweet Eyes like two Saweers , his wounded my heart now I see , His Ears they stand out like two ●aw●ers , a pretty sweet Creature is he . Now having described his Beauty , his Body must no ways escape , For here I account it my Duty , is tell ye his delicate shape . I think in the waste he is smaller than the largest ● of a Drum , Besides I am sure he is taller by the head , than honest Tom Thumb . O he ●s a most delicate Og●re , his Hips they do stand out behind As broad as a Bushel and bigger , would I this sweet Creature could find . Some Uillains his death has contrected , 〈◊〉 he 'd not have left me I 'm sure , I shall go quite mad and distracted , this loss I can never endure . Look after my love Friends and mind him . his Age is about twenty five , A Guinay I 'll gi●e those that find him , and bring him now dead or alive . Perhaps they have prest my sweet Iewel , to give him as ●●●rers place , But sure they wou'd ne'er be so cruel , to take such a pretty sweet f●ce . Goods People with pitty be fill'd ●o , and seek 〈◊〉 all with one accord , Then come to the sign of the Dildoe , and there you shall have your Reward .

Printed for P. Brooksby , I. Deacon , I. Blare , and ● . Yack .