%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Pollitick Begger=man. / Who got the love of a pretty Maid, / And on her Cittern sweetly plaid: / At last she slung her Milk-pail over the wall, / And bid the De'l take Milk-pail, Maiden-head & all. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1674-1679 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/13/2008 21072

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3.73 R187312 1 There was a Jovial Begger A-Begging We Will Go There was a Jovial Beggar THere was a jovial Begger=man, / a begging he was bound, His cheeks were like the crimson rose, / his forehead smooth and high, / And he was the bravest Begger-man / that ever I saw with eye. (with variation in stanza 9) REsolve me said the Maiden,/ if that you will or can, same as first part Pepys 3.73 Wing P2760B; Rollins (2) 2131 (March 12, 1656, ii, 34, Fran Grove). 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. 3: 73 The Pollitick Begger=man. / Who got the love of a pretty Maid, / And on her Cittern sweetly plaid: / At last she slung her Milk-pail over the wall, / And bid the De'l take Milk-pail, Maiden-head & all. The Pollitick Begger-man. Who got the love of a pretty Maid, And on her Cittern sweetly plaid: At last she flung her Milk-pail over the wall, And bid the De'l take Milk-pail, Maiden-head & all. The Politic Beggar. Who Got the Love of a Pretty Maid, and on Her Cittern Sweetly Played: At Last She Flung her Milk Pail over the Wall, and Bid the Devil Take Milk Pail, Maidenhead and All. The second Part, The second Part, The Second Part, 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 190 x 303 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 190x303 creased creased cast fleurons cast fleurons 1674-1679 Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke. F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke. Blagden

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THere was a jovial Beggar-man, a begging he was bound, And he did seek his living in Country and in Town: With a long staff an a patcht coat, he pranc'd along the pad, And by report of many a one, he was a proper Lad: His cheeks were like the crimson rose, his forehead smooth and high, And he was the bravest Begger-man, that ever I saw with eye. He came unto a Farmers gate, and for an Alms did crave; The Maid did like the Begger-man, and good relief she gave: She took him by the Lilly hand, and set him to the fire, Which was as well, as tongue could tell, or heart of man desire: His cheeks were like, etc.
A curious mess of Firmaty, for him she did provide; With a lovely cup of nut-brown Ale, and Sugar-sops beside: when he thus found the Maidens love and got so good a prize, It made his instument to move, and spirits for to rise: His cheeks were like, etc. Sweet-heart give me some lodging, that I all night may stay, Or else give me my answer, that I may go that way: The Maid went to the Hay-mow, and fetcht a bottle of Hay, And laid it behid the Parlor-door, on which the Beggar-man lay: His cheeks were like the crimson Rose, his forehead smooth and high; And he was the bravest Begger-man, that ever I saw with eye. The second Part, to the same Tune.
REsolve me said the Maiden, if that you will or can, For I do verily believe, thou art a Gentleman: In truth then said the Begger, my Parents they are poor, And I do seek my living, each day from door to door: His cheeks were like the crimson Rose, his forehead smooth and high, And he was the bravest Begger-man, that ever I saw with eye. 'Tis pitty said this Maiden fair, that such a lively Lad, Should be a Beggers only heir, a Fortune poor and bad: I wish that my condition were of the same degree, Then hand in hand i'de quickly wend, throughout the world with thee: His cheeks were like, etc. When he perceiv'd the Maidens mind, and that her heart was his, He did embrace her in his arms, and sweetly did her kiss, And with one free and joynt consent, he prickt her master-vein, And liking well this lesson new, he struck it up again: His cheeks were like, etc. In lovely sport and merriment, the night away they spent, In Venus game for their delight, and both their hearts content: The Begger-man was mettle proof, in shooting did not miss, And every time he toucht the mark, she sweetly did him kiss: His cheeks were like, etc.
Betimes in the morning then, as soon as it was day, He left the Damosel fast asleep, and nimbly budg'd away: When he from her an hour was gone, the Damosel she did wake, And seeing the Begger-man not there, her heart began to ake: Her cheeks were like, etc. Then did she sigh and wring her hands, the tears did trickling pour, For loosing her Virginity, and virgins maiden flower: When twenty weeks were come & gone her heart was something sad, Because she found her self with Barn, and does not know the Dad: His cheeks were like, etc. There is I see no remedy, for what is past and gone, And many a one that laughs at me, may do as I have done: Then did she take her Milk-pail, and flung it over the wall, O the Devil go with my Milk-pail, my Maiden-head and all: His cheeks were like, etc. You Maidens fair, where e're you are, keep up your store and goods, for when that some have got their wills they'll leave you in the suds, Let no man tempt you nor entice, be not too fond and coy, But soon agree to loyalty, your freedom to enjoy: His cheeks were like the crimson Rose, his forehead smooth and high, And he was the bravest Begger-man, that ever I saw with eye.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.