A farewel to Graves-end. Where noble seamen spend their coyn, why should they be abus'd: then let them stay from thence away, where they are strangely us'd. Tune of, Hey boys up go we. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B22865 of text R229003 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 4KB 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 B22865 Wing F423 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.10[3] ESTC R229003 ocm99888087

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo A farewel to Graves-end. : Where noble seamen spend their coyn, why should they be abus'd: then let them stay from thence away, where they are strange n/a 1683 1 650 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. 2014-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-04 Sampled and proofread 2014-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Farewel to Graves-end . Where Noble Seamen spend their Coyn , Why should they be abus'd : Then let them stay from thence away , where they are strangely us'd . Tune of , Hey Boys up go we .

THe wanton Girls of Graves-end Town have now quite lost my heart ; Maintained by the Seamen brave , but ne're will take their part : They 'r foolish , I and simple too , yea , pampered also , I 'le nothing have with them to do , for a trick that I do know . The first that ever came to town , she was right Pintle bred , A Girl that true and constant is , to please men in the Bed : While you have Gold and Silver store , she 'l any whether go , But now I will trust her no more , for a trick that I do know . There is a bonny handsome Girl , that Lives beneath the Sun , A wench that s kind and willing too , and ready for a run : She 'l walk with you from place to place , where e're you please to go , She 'l kiss and play , both night and day ; for a trick , &c.

Another Girl there is also , as Fierce as any Dragon , She kindness will unto you show , if you call for your Flaggon : And when your money doth fall short , she 'l say 't is time to go , And there you must no longer sport , for a trick , &c. Over the way , I dare to say , if you do think it fit , There you may have a Girl most brave , has neither fear nor wit : From ten pound to a shilling , she will stoop , though 't is too low Her Love I will no longer be , for a trick , &c. There is another Vaulting School , that is within the Town , Of any man they 'l make a fool , when drink gets in his Crown : But now I think , by Loving Chink , the Sign is pull'd full Low , Then have a care , and come not there , for a trick , &c. Another house is in the Town , that I shall ne'r forget ; There Fortune once on me did frown , I lost both Coyn and wit : My head was brought down to the ground , methought exceeding low , But I 'le come there no more , I swear , for a trick , &c. There 's more that live in Graves-end town , that here I will not name , To their disgrace it would redound , and be much to their shame : About Koa they most do dwell , I am informed so , I 'le ne'r come there , into their Snare , for a trick , &c. Neptunes brave Boys now look about , that venture lives for money , And why should you that are so stout , thus dote upon a Conney : When t is too late you may repent , and some have found it so , Gravesend ne'r will your Pockets fill , for a trick , &c. He that is wise , let him despise , such wenches as are there , And you that had your pockets pickt , I hope will have a care : And come no more , upon that Shore , where you were served so , Be your own friend , and leave Graves-end , for a trick that I do know . FINIS .

Printed for J. Deacon , at the Angel in Guilt-spur street , without Newgate .