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Magdalene College - Pepys
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A Warning for all good fellowes to take heede of Punckes inticements.
To a new tune, called Ile goe noe more a Wooing by night.

Asist me kinde Muses,
that I may expresse:
The fashions of Whoores and Punckes,
in their progresse:
That they doe intend to take,
this present yeare,
For sweete recreation sake,
to take the ayre.
Oh come no more there boyes,
nor goe not thither:
But let them goe as they are.
like whores together.

For first at Saint James tide,
they meane to begin:
Their bawdy Boothes to erect,
for to catch in:
All such simple woodcockes,
as will not beware
To hate them, and sing with me,
come noe more there.
Oh come no more there, etc.

Bagpipers and fidlers,
with Phife playing Drummers:
With Musike will mery be,
to welcome all cominers:
That unto such places lewde,
often repaire:
Yet hate them and sing with me,
come noe more there.
Oh come no more there, etc.

For Whoores & Punckes you shall have
there, of all sortes:
The which will alure you to
vaine wanton sports,
If that you will foolishly,
be caught in their snare:
Theyle make you sing wofully,

come noe more there.
Then come no more there, etc.

Ther's naught can be lacking there,
which may you alure:
For on all sorts of daintyes,
you there may be sure:
Yet take heed, least for the Sawce,
you pay too deare,
Then after be driven to sing,
come no more there.
Then come no more there, etc.

For when as Saint Jameses faire,
is done and past,
Then next unto Smithfield,
they meane for to hast:
And there take their standings,
at Bartholomew faire,
Yet hate them still, least you sing,
come no more there.
Then come no more there etc.

You honest poore Chapmen,
that comes to this faire:
On these filthy sharcking Punckes,
still have a care,
Least that they deceive you,
of some of your ware:
And make you sing mournefully
come no more there.
Then come no more there, etc.

For civell Punckes you shall have,
bravely will sharcke it:
When they come to a faire,
or any market,
Yet in their habite goe, as though
noe such they were,
Which causeth many sing,

come noe more there.
Then come no more there, etc.

Besides I have seene to my griefe,
many good fellowes
By their base wicked meanes,
brought to the Gallowes,
And they themselves cunningly,
has scaped cleare:
Then hate their base company,
and come noe more there.
Then come no more there, etc.

I gladly could wish that,
all Youthes would refraine,
Bouling Allayes and Pidging-holes,
places most vaine.
Where there they shall nothing learne
but curse and sweare,
Then kindely I would them with,
not to come there.
Then come no more there, etc.

Thus hoping the better sort,
are not offended.
My simple unlearned song,
heare shall be ended.
And I in a second part,
straight will declare,
What Ill successe Punckes had of la[te]
at Sturbridge fayre.
Then come no more there Boyes,
nor goe not thither:
But let them goe as they are,
like Whoores together.

FINIS.
At London printed for T.P.
The Second part, to the same tune.

ALL you wanton wenches,
which in Venus delight
A little come listen,
what I shall recite:
And let this same Dittie,
cause you to beware:
How that you come any more,
at Sturbridge faire.
Then come no more there Boyes,
nor goe not thither:
But let them goe as they are,
like Whoores togither.

What happened unto you,
I hope you remember:
When you were at Sturbridge faire,
in last September:
Where there you had store of such,
vilde whipping cheare:
As that I thinke, you will sing,
come no more there.
Then come no more there, etc.

A Panderin Turnbole streete,
which shall be nameles:
Who kept a Rande-vouse,
of persons shameles
Was put to such a fright:
as I did heare,
As that I thinke he will sing,
come no more there.
Then come no more there, etc.

Ther's few of this fellowship,
that ever thrives:
Because that they carelessly,
lead wicked lives:
Soe that they can pleasure have,
they never care:
Till they be inforct to sing,
come noe more there.
Then come no more there, etc.

The Divell which Author is
of their darke deedes:
When their shame it is brought to light,
with joy it him seekes:
And he doth seeke day and night,
their soules to ensnare:
Then thrice happy is that wight,
which God doth feare.
Then come no more there, etc.

Againe most happy is he,
has a chast Wife:
And can contentedly
so lead his life:
As that he may Whores detest,
and of them beware,
And likewise sweetely sing,
come noe more there.
Then come no more there, etc.

Like unto Crockadills,
some Whores you shall have:
The which with their fained teares,
will you deceive:
And yet as common be,
as a Barbers chaire,
Then hate their society,
and come noe more there.
Then come no more there, etc.

Least being to tedious,
heere briefly Ile end:
Wishing all wicked Whores,
their lives may amend:
That if ere they chaunce to come,
to any faire,
They nere may neede for to sing,
come noe more there.
Then come no more there Boyes,
nor goe not thither:
But let them goe as they are,
like Whores together.


FINIS.
Robert Guy.
At London printed for T.P.

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