Oxford-shire Betty: containing her joaking letter to Tom the taylor, near Tower-Street; who she has fairly left in the lurch, and married with a parson. Tune of, I love you more and more each day. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04660 of text R227548 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing O995). 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 B04660 Wing O995 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[18] 99887396 ocm99887396 182104 2240880585

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B04660) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182104) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[18]) Oxford-shire Betty: containing her joaking letter to Tom the taylor, near Tower-Street; who she has fairly left in the lurch, and married with a parson. Tune of, I love you more and more each day. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. Printed for C[harles]. Bates, next the Crown Tavern, in West Smithfield., [London] : [not before 1690] Publishers' name, date and place of publication from Wing. Verse: "Poor Tom the taylor don't lament ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Oxford-shire Betty: containing her joaking letter to Tom the taylor, near Tower-Street; who she has fairly left in the lurch, and married with a parso anon 1690 1 544 0 0 0 10 0 0 1838.24 F The rate of 1838.24 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 2008-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-07 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2009-03 Sampled and proofread 2009-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Oxford-shire BETTY : Containing her Joaking Letter to TOM the TAYLOR , near Tower-Street ; who she has fairly left in the Lurch , and married with a Parson . Tune of , I love you more and more each day .

POor Tom the Taylor don't lament , because I now am marry'd ; To you this Letter I have sent , and tell you that I tarry'd , Too long for such a Knave as yon , who has no Sence or Breeding : I pray look on this Line or two , this Line or two , you 'll find it worth your reading . I have in order here set down , your wonderful Expences ; Yet never let it crack your Crown , nor rob you of your sences : Do not like one distracted Muse , such Fools there are too many , Yet Sence and Wit you cannot loose , you cannot loose , because you ne'r had any . You courted me , I most confess , in famous London City ; And when you made your first Address , it was exceeding Witty . I prithee Betty , what 's a Clock ? or some such fine Expression : This shew'd you had a swinging Stock , a swinging Stock of Wisdom and Discretion . I tell you Tom , I han't forgot , how you did vow you 'd treat me ; Yet I was forc'd to pay the Shot , when ever you did meet me : What May-pole Faces would you make , and sighing , cry , Dear Hony , Supply my wants for pitty sake , for pitty's sake , alass ! I have no Mony . I 'd strive to keep you from Disgrace , that you might not be slighted , When other Persons was in place , where we was both invited : I 'd slip a Shilling in your hand , because of your Submission ; For I full well did understand , did understand , a Taylor 's poor Condition . When I to Oxford-shire did go , where Pleasures I am reaping , That news I would not let you know , for fear you wou'd fall a weeping : I did from London Town remove , according to Discretion , Because I knew I could not love , I could not love , a Man of your Profession . You are a pack of nasty Curs , in e'ry long Vacation , You feed so much on Cucumers , you 'd poyson half the Nation : And Gabbidge all the Year beside , of which you are no Failer , What Woman can lye by the side ? lye by the side , of a Mechanick Taylor . My Husband is a Clergy-man , of worthy Birth and Breeding ; I wear my Topping , Lace , and Fan , and am on Daintys feeding : Thus do I lead a splended Life , continual Joys receiving ; Then who would be a Taylor 's Wife ? a Taylor 's Wife , whose Husbands live by Theiving .

Printed for C. Bates , next the Crown Tavern , in West Smithfield .