Lusty Fryer of Flanders; how in a nunnery at the city of Gaunt this Fryer got thirty nuns with child in three weeks time, and afterwards made his escape. To the tune of, Cold and raw. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04269 of text R228334 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L3505). 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 B04269 Wing L3505 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[282] 99887772 ocm99887772 183433 2240895331

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04269) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183433) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[224]) Lusty Fryer of Flanders; how in a nunnery at the city of Gaunt this Fryer got thirty nuns with child in three weeks time, and afterwards made his escape. To the tune of, Cold and raw. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcut). Printed for J. Blare, [London : 1688] Imprint suggested by Wing. Verse: "Not long ago from hence I went ..." Imperfect: trimmed, affecting imprint and text. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800. Sex -- Humor -- Early works to 1800. Ballads -- England -- 17th century. eebo The lusty fryer of Flanders; how in a nunnery at the city of Gaunt this fryer got thirty nuns with child in three weeks time, and afterwards made his anon 1688 1 555 10 0 0 0 0 0 180.18 F The rate of 180.18 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
Lusty Fryer of Flanders ; How in a Nunnery at the City of Gaunt this Fryer got Thirty Nuns with Child in three Weeks ; time , and afterwards made his escape . To the Tune of , Cold and Raw.

NOt long ago from hence I went , to travel into Flanders , To learn the Art of War , was scut . under those great Commanders ; At Gaunt I saw a pleasant fun , as you shall hear hereafter , Betwixt a Fryar and a Nun , may well deserve your laughter . The Fryar like a Iolly Dad , a propagating Father , Did not the Talent which he had , but chose to use it rather : The Nun was pretty , young , and fair , as if design'd for pleasure , And pity 't was that she should swear , to keep her Virgin treasure . Vnto this Lusty Fryer she went , and there her sins confessed , Which he , unto her hearts content , forgave and her released ; But this he said , before you rise , for all your sad offences , By good St. Francis , i 'le Chastise with Rods your Preter Tenses . Her hinder Quarters up she turns , and there she lay most fairly , The Fryar now in Lust he burns , and flaug'd her off most rarely : Her prayers and tears at last 〈◊〉 upon the cruel Fryar 〈…〉 That he 'd no more corre 〈…〉 nor would he us w●den 〈…〉 Then pretty Nymph arise he said , and let me now imbrace thee , Bestow on me your Maiden-head , fear not that i 'le disgrace thee ; What tho' my Robe be black my dear , my skins as white as may be , And I have that has pleas'd i 'le swear , oh many a gallant Lady . The Charming Nun then blushing said oh tempt me not to evil , Have I not vow'd to live a Maid , and to renounce the Devil , But should I now commit this Crime , and breast my bow by sporting , My belly will grow big in time , and then you 'l leave your Courting . The Sin , my Dear , is Denial , and to indulge is easie , Sin on and i 'le forgive you all , my Love , if you 'll but please me : But since you fear to breed young bones , i 'le tell you for their Glory , The Lady Abbess and her Nuns , have done the like before you . This Nun oh she grew big at last , and dayly i● increases , And e're ten months were fully past , the Nuns fell all a pi●●es The crafty Fryer away he went , that he should 〈◊〉 't was pity And left behind a Regiment of baliards to the City . Thus he this Creature did beguile , but tell me wan't he dirty . Twenty nine Nuns he 'd got with Child . and this made up the thirty ; He had a f●●●ly to Cure , each longing expectation . So this religious ●●aseal sure , is able to stock a nation .