%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Difficult French-Man's/ Unsuccessful Adventers;/ Or, A New Ballad of a Finical Monsieur, who came to Marry an English Lady, but could find none/ for his purpose, till Conquer'd by a Crack./ Monsieur Pragmatical, was Shipt from Deep,/ Landed at Dover, big with hopes to Reap/ Clusters of Love from all the Female Sex,/ He Courted those with Pearls about their Necks:/ No mean-born Lady could this Fopp content,/ For the best Mark we find his Bow was bent:/ But after his Courtship, he, alack,/ Greedily grasp'd a Common Whetston=Crack. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1664-1696 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/21/2007 21147

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3.136 R233022 1 There was a brisk lass King James's Jig; The Country Farmer There Was a Brisk Lass MY Pockets begar, were lin'd very well,/ Uid many Pistoles, too many to t[e]ll, Pepys 3.136 Wing D1419[A] 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: 136 The Difficult French-Man's/ Unsuccessful Adventers;/ Or, A New Ballad of a Finical Monsieur, who came to Marry an English Lady, but could find none/ for his purpose, till Conquer'd by a Crack./ Monsieur Pragmatical, was Shipt from Deep,/ Landed at Dover, big with hopes to Reap/ Clusters of Love from all the Female Sex,/ He Courted those with Pearls about their Necks:/ No mean-born Lady could this Fopp content,/ For the best Mark we find his Bow was bent:/ But after his Courtship, he, alack,/ Greedily grasp'd a Common Whetston=Crack. The Difficult French-Man's Unsuccessful Adventers; Or, A New Ballad of a Finical Monsieur, who came to Marry an English Lady, but could find none for his purpose, till Conquer'd by a Crack. Monsieur Pragmatical, was Shipt from Deep, Landed at Dover, big with hopes to Reap Clusters of Love from all the Female Sex, He Courted those with Pearls about their Necks: No mean-born Lady could this Fopp content, For the best Mark we find his Bow was bent: But after all his Courtship, he, alack, Greedily grasp'd a Common Whetston-Crack. The Difficult FrenchMan's Unsuccessful Adventers; Or, a New Ballad of a Finical Monsieur, Who Came to Marry an English Lady, but Could Find None for His Purpose, Till Conquered by a Whore. Monsieur Pragmatical, Was Shiped from Deep, Landed at Dover, Big With Hopes to Reap Clusters of Love From All the Female Sex, He Courted Those With Pearls About Their Necks: No Mean-born Lady Could This Fop Vontent, for the Best Mark We Find His Bow Was Bent: But After All His Courtship, He, Alas, Greedily Grasped a Common Whetston Whore. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 214 x 303 torn bottom edge, creased, damaged surface, uneven inking vertical rule 1664-1696 Printed for P. Brooksby in Pye-Corner. P. Brooksby BBTI

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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 8/21/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant marriage nobility/court sex/sexuality travel 08/21/2007 Checker Patrick Ludolph transcription and metadata checked, xml, estc id found 07/21/2006 Transcriber Pavneet Aulakh Original Transcription 08/24/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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MY Pockets begar, were lin'd very well, Vid many Pistoles, too many to tell, Den from de French shore me nimbly did trip, And got me a Cabbin vidin a great Ship; My Landed at Dover in two tree days, Where all pretty Women my beauty did praise, Me took up a Seat in de Coach for six Crown, And quickly dey brought me to dis fine Town. Me vent all about from place to place, To find out the best of de Female Race, Me went to de Court to see a fine Ball, But liked no face vidin White-Hall: Me walked to see St. James's-Park, De Ladies began, call me a fine Spark; De ver pretty French-man dey call a me now, And all de fine Dames make Curtsie or bow.
In a Beautiful Coach me go to Hide-Park, Der were Couples as coming from Noah's Ark; As fine as de Sun, as rich and as Gay, As Glorious full as de Sun at Noon-day: But something me saw in every one, Dat made me forbear, and let dem alone; Der was not a Face that please a mind, Yet they strove me perceiv'd, who shou'd be most kind From thence me return a to Barthol'mew-Fair; Begar, pretty Lasses me often saw dere; Me went to de Show, and saw all de Play, And at Night me did come contented away; And as me did go to my Lodging again, A ver pretty Wench in Hozier-Lane; Pull'd me by de sleeve, and sat on my Lap, And begar, she did give me a swinging Clap.
Murblew, it did pain a my body so sore, Two tree times an hour me Curse a de Whore; The Surgeon at last did make me ver well, And twenty Pistoles in his hand a me tell: Den me walked abroad to take de fresh Air, And met vid a Woman indifferent fair; She askt me to drink, but me come no more dere, For de trick dey did serve me at Barthol'mew-Fair. My Landlord soon after took me to de Play, An a very great Fortune did lodge by de way; He made me go Court her, and when we came dere Her delicate Breasts were naked and bare: Me play'd vid her Bubbys, her Lips me did kiss, Soon after me asked what Fortune is dis? Two Thousand a year, then they did reply, Begar, me no like such a Fortune, nor I. Me vil have ten tousand, or me wil have none, Begar, me be handsome, 'tis very well known; My Landlord did ask what Estate i'de in France, Me told him no more then Master Prance: But me have good shape, good feature, good Aire, Enough the best Dutches in Town to insnare, Me vil have ten tousand a year vid a Wife, Or else me vil lead a my single Life. But, alas! the Monsieur's mistaken I find, For he met with a Lass that was wonderful kind, Half Drunk she pickt up the poor Monsieur i'th dark, And carry'd him briskly to Whetstones-Park: She sent for a Parson, and Marry'd they were, Next morning the French-man began to stare; And when he perceiv'd what great Fortune he got, In Expressions like these, he bewailed his loss. Ah me! fat ta Devil have I a done now? Begar me have Marry'd a Nasty Sow: Me refuse a fine Ladies and Marry'd a Whore, Journee-blue, me be a Rogue an a Fool derfore: De English Men now do laugh in my face a, Dis to de poor French-man is much a disgrace a: Begar, me no like a dis Fashion, not me, Me vil leave this Land, and hasten to Sea. Me very much fear de Clapp a last Night, Begar, me do hate her to come in my sight: She chuck a my Chin, she kiss a my Cheek, Her Impudent actions do make a me Sick, Me hate her as bad as de Devil in Hell, She pick a my Pocket, me know full well, She take a ten Pistoles from poor sixteen, Begar, me vil run from de Impudent Quean.
Printed for P. Brooksby in Pye-Corner.