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Magdalene College - Pepys
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A merry Progresse to London to see
Fashions, by a young Country Gallant, that had more Money
then Witte. To the tune of, Riding to Rumford.

M Y Mother to Heaven is gone,
ten Pounds she gave mee;
Now never a Penny's left,
as God shall have mee:
Yet still my heart is free,
I live at liberty,
And keepe good company,
taking Tobacco.

Old Woman, fare thou well,
thankes for thy kindnesse,
My Plough and Cart are gone,
with my good Geldings:
I have no foote of Land,
Nor one Groat at command:
Which way then shall I stand
to a pipe of Tobacco?

My Purse will chincke no more,
my Pocket's empty:
I am turnd out of doore;
farewell good Company.
Friendship now slender growes,
Poverty pa[rt]eth those
That for Drinke sell their Cloathes
and for Tobacco.

My Cloake is layde to pawne,
with my old Dagger:
My state is quite orethrowne,
how shall I swagger?
Yet Ile [doe] what I can,
And be no Coward tho,
But proove my selfe a man,
at a pipe of Tobacco.

In an old Satten sute
without a Penny,
We Gallants may brag it brave:
as well as any.

What though my Credit's lost,
Yet can I find a Post
Still to score with mine Host,
for a pipe of Tobacco.

Upon a proper Nagge
daintely paced;
To London first I came,
all with Gold laced:
Then with my Puncke each day,
Road I to see a Play;
There went my Gold away,
taking Tobacco.

Twenty good Sheepe I brought,
left by my Mother:
Eawes and Lambs, Cowes & Calves,
one with the other:
With which I payd a shot,
For a Pipe and a Pot:
All these were bravely got,
and spent in Tobacco.

No companion was I then
for clownish Carters:
I wore imbrodred Hose,
with golden Garters:
My Silver-hatched Sword,
Made me sweare like a Lord,
Come Rogue, (at every word)
fill mee Tobacco.

The Second part of the merry Progresse to London.
To the same tune.

T Hen tracing the gallant Streets
of London Citty,
A Damsell mee kindly greets,
courtious and witty:
Shee like a singing Larke,
Ledd mee into the darke,
Where I soone payd a Marke
for a Pipe of Tobacco.

To Smithfield then gallantly
tooke I my jorny,
Where I left soone behind
part of my Mony:
There I found out a Puncke,
With whom I was so drunke,
That my Purse bottome shrunke
away with Tobacco.

Pickthatch and Clarken-well ,
made me so merry,
Untill my Purse at last;
began to grow weary:
Yellow-starcht bonny Kate ,
with her fine nimble pate,
Coosond mee of my plate,
with a pipe of Tobacco.

Then for Good-fellowship,
to Garden-ally ,
I hied mee to search for
Daughters of folly:
There I found roaring Boyes,
with their faire Female joyes:
And the Divell making toyes
to take Tobacco.

After, to Shores-ditch then,
stood I beholding:
Where I found sinners store,
of the Divels moulding:
I speake for no slaunder,
The Puncke and her Pander,
Like a Goose and her Gander,
tooke whiffes of Tobacco.

To Saint Katharns past I next,
not without trouble:
Where my Pur[s]e lashed out,
drinking Beere double:
A Tester for each Toast
payd I there to my Host;
And the Sauce to my cost,
was a Crowne for to Tobacce.

To Ratcliffe and Wapping then,
went I for Shipping;
Where as a Lasse lovingly
gave mee a whipping:
There was a bonny Wench,
Stroke a Naile would not clench,
That taught me finely French,
taking Tobacco.

Then straight to Westminster
made I adventer,
To finde Good fellowes (who)
will'd mee to enter,
Where I felt such a smoake,
As might the Divell choake,
There went away my Cloake,
with the smoake of Tobacco.

Bacward to Barbican
quickly I hasted:
There met I honest John ,
My Mony being wasted:
A Pipe and a Pot (quoth hee)
My friend Ile bestow on thee;
Then lets to No-body ,
there's the best Tobacco.

Now farewell Good-fellowship,
London I leave thee:
Never more whilst I live,
shall they deceive mee.
Every Streete, every Lane,
Holds mee in disdaine,
London hath wrought my bane,
so farewell Tobacco.

Imprinted at London for J.White.

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