Londons Ordinarie,
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Every Man in his humour.
To a pleasant new tune.
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THrough the Royall Exchange as I walked,
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where Gallants in Sattin did shine:
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At midst of the day, they parted away
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at severall places to dine.
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The Gentry went to the Kings head,
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the Nobles into the Crowne:
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The Knights went to the golden Fleece,
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and the Plow-man to the Clowne.
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The Cleargie will dine at the Miter,
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the Vitners at three Tunnes:
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The Usurers to the Devill will goe,
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and the Fryers unto the Nunnes.
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The Ladyes will dine at the Feathers,
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the Globe no Captaine will scorne:
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The Huntsmant will goe to the Greyhound below,
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and some Townesmen to the Horne.
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The Plummer will dine at the Fountaine,
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the Cookes at the holy Lambe:
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The [Drunk]ards at noone, to the Man in the Moone,
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[and the] Cuckolds to the Ramme.
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The Rorers will dine at the Lyon,
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the Watermen at the old Swan:
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And Bawdes will to the Negro goe,
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and Whores to the naked Man.
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The Keepers will to the white Hart,
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the Mariners unto the Ship:
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The Beggers they must take their way,
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to the Egshell and the Whip.
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The Farriers will to the Horse,
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the Blackesmiths unto the Locke:
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The Butchers unto the Bull will goe,
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and the Carmen to Bridewell Docke.
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The Fishmongers unto the Dolphin,
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the Bakers to the Cheat Loafe:
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The Turners unto the Ladle will goe,
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where they may merrily quaffe.
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The Taylors will dine at the Sheeres,
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the Shoomakers wiil to the Boote:
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The Welshmen they will take their way
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and dine at the signa of the Goat.
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The second part, to the same tune.
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THe Hosiers will dine at the Leg,
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the Drapers at the signe of the Brush:
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The Fletchers to Robin-hood will goe,
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and the Spend-thrift to Beggers Bush.
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The Pewterers to the quart Pot,
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the [C]oopers dine at the Hoope:
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The Coblers to the Last will goe,
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and the Barge-men to the Scoope.
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The Carpenters will dine to the Axe,
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the Colliers will dine at the Sacke,
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Your Fruterer hee to the Cherry Tree,
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good fellowes no liquor will lacke.
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The Gold-smiths to the three Cups,
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for money they hold it as drosse:
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Your Puritan to the Pewter Can,
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and your Papists to the Crosse.
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The Weavers will dine at the Shuttle,
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the Glovers will unto the Glove:
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The Maydens all to the Mayden-head,
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and true Lovers unto the Dove.
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The Saddlers will dine at the Saddle,
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the Painters will to the greene Dragon:
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The Dutchman wil goe to the signe of the Froe,
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where each man ma dryinke his Flagon.
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The Chandlers will dine at the Scales,
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the Salters at the signe of the Bag:
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The Porters take paine at the Labour in vaine,
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and the Horse-courier to the whi[t]e Nag.
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Thus every man in his humour,
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form North unto the South:
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But he that hath money in his purse,
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may dine at the signe of the Mouth.
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The Swaggerers will dine at the Fencers,
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but those that have lost their wits:
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With Bedlam Tom, let there be their home,
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and the Drum the Drummers best fits.
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The Cheter will dine at the Checquer,
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the Pick-pokets in a blind Ale-house:
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Till taken and tride up Holborne they ride,
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and make their ends at the Gallowse.
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