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1.238-239 S126233 1 Last Christmas 'twas my chance Last Christmas 'Twas my chance Last Christmas 'Twas My Chance VVHo is it will repaire, / or come and see my packet: SIlkes of any hew, / and Spanish needles plenty: second part title unclear: The][sec]ond part. [? To the same Tune?] Pepys 1.238-239 STC 19527 E. A[llde c.1620] (W. Pickering ent. a ballad, 'peddlar and his packe' 1568-69); Rollins (2) 2053 (1568-69, I, 386, Wm. Pekering). Woodblock 1: above three columns and horizontal rule, below title, between cast fleurons: Two men are walking towards each other in the forest. Each man carries a walking stick in his left hand and over his right shoulder another stick from which hang bundles or boxes. The men wear hats, jerkin, and hose. A dog runs along to the right of the man on the left of the woodcut. Behind the man on the left walks a woman who wears an elaborate dress with a high neck and a large neck ruff. Between the two men walking are two tree stumps. Several trees are visible in the background. : 72 x 106 Woodblock 2: above two columns and horizontal rule, below title, between cast fleurons: In the background is a walled city. The gate to the city is shaped like an arch, and there are several towers and buildings shown behind the city walls. The wall of the city is high and appears to be crenellated, and in the walls are windows. People appear to be leaving the city through the gate. In front of the walled city are hills, on which are several people (presumably peasants) leading pack animals, possibly donkeys. The people appear to be leaving the city with their possessions tied on the animals' backs. In the right foreground walk two travelers, apparently towards the city, one of whom carries a stick over his left shoulder from which hangs a pack.: 54 x 72 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 238 1: 239 The Pedler opening of his Packe, / To know of Maydes what tis they lacke The Pedler opening of his Packe, To know of Maydes what tis they lacke The Peddler Opening of His Pack, to Know of Maids What Tis They Lack. The second part. The second part. The Second Part. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 272 x 182 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 264 x 140 cropped left edge, creased, holed, damaged surface, uneven inking torn, damaged surface, uneven inking horizontal and vertical rules, and cast fleurons horizontal and vertical rules, and cast fleurons Printer E. A. 1620 Printed at London by E. A. Weinstein: STC initials

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 6/27/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant appearance country/nation economics/trade sex/sexuality travel 06/27/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created 07/10/07 Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked 2006 Transcriber Stephanie Durich Ballad Transcribed 8/1/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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WHo is it will repaire, or come and see my packet: Where there's store of Ware, If any of you lacke it, view the Fayre. Faire Maydens come and see, if here be ought will please you: And if we can agree, Ile give you just your due, or nere trust me. And if that you do please to see my Fardle open, My burden for to ease, I hope that we shall Copen then straight waies. From Turky, France and Spaine, doe come my cheifest Treasure, Which doth cost much paine, I sell by waight and measure, for small gaine. Farre-fetcht Indian ware and China hard to enter: Which to get is rare, costs many lives to venter, we nere care.
From Venice Citie comes great store of rare Complection, From westerne Iles your Gummes to keep Teeth from infection, and from Rhewmes. Heere is a water rare, will make a wench that's fiftie, For to looke more fayre then one that wants of twenty, stil'd from the Ayre. A Perriwig to weare, or Cover for bare places: If you have lost your heare, full many one it graces: tis not deare. Heeres Poking stickes of steele, and Christall Looking Glasses: Heres globes that round will wheele to see each one that passes, Dildo Dill. Pomado for your Lips, to make them soft and ruddy: And sweet as Cipres chops, a lustre like a Ruby soone it gets.
Heres Bracelets for your arm[e] of Corall, or of Amber: A Powder that will Charme or bring one to your Chambe[r] tis no harme. A water can restore a Mayden head that's vanisht You'le say she is no whoore, although that it were banisht long before. A paire of Bodye[?], to make you fine and slender: A Buske as blacke as Jeat, to keepe your bellies under that are great. And if you please to weare, a Bodkin of pure Silver: To thrust into your hayre, it comforteth the Liver without feare. Rebatoes, Tyres, and Rings, Sissers and a Thimble: And many pretty thinges, to keepe your fingers nimble, weaving stringes.
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SIlkes of any hew, and Spanish needles plenty: Thred both white and blew, like me not one 'mongst twenty, can fit you. Balles of Camphyre made, to keepe your face from pimples: An Unguent that's alayd, you never shall have wrinckles, if a Mayde. Spunges for your face, or Sope that came from Turkey: Your favour it will grace, if that you be not durty, in no place. Rich imbroydered Gloves, to draw upon your white hand: Or to give your Loves, a Ruffe or falling band, my pretty Doves. Scarfes that came from Cales, or points and Laces lacke you: Inckle made in Wales, I finely can beknacke you: tell no tales. Bone lace who will buy, that came from Flaunders lately: Pray doe not thinke I lye, but I will serve you straightly, by and by.
Pinnes both white and red, of all sortes and all sizes: Plumbes and Ginger bread, my Wares of divers prizes, Bookes to read. Venice Glasses fine, were newly made in London: To drinke your Beere or Wine, come now my Pack's undone, speake betime. Lawne and Cambricke pure, as good as e're was worne: Like yron it will dure, untill that it be torne, be you sure. Heer's many other thinges, as Jewes trumps, pipes & Babies: St. Martins Beades and Ringes, and other toyes for Ladyes, knots and stringes. All you that want my Ware, approach unto my Standing: Where I will use you faire, without deceit or cunning, to a hayre. And as my Ware doth prove, so let me take your mony: My pretty Turtle Dove, that sweeter is then hony, which is Love.
Printed at London by E.A. FINIS.