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4.59 R232958 1 O fine Popery O Fine Popery A Fryar was walking in Exeter-street,/ Drest up in his Garb like a Gentleman neat, Pepys 4.59 Wing C6779[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. 4: 59 The Crafty MISS of London: / Or, The FRYAR well Fitted. The Crafty MISS of London: Or, The FRYAR well Fitted. The Crafty Miss of London: Or, the Friar Well Fitted. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 215 x 330 cropped right and bottom edges, uneven inking vertical rule 1664-1696 Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball 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 8/16/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant and Unfortunate alcohol clothing/fashion economics/trade London punishment religiousfigures religioustypes&sects trickery/deceit urbanlife 08/16/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, Metadata added, XML created 09/05/06 Transcriber Kris McAbee Original Transcription 9/9/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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To the Tune of, O fine Popery.
A Fryar was walking in Exeter-street, Drest up in his Garb like a Gentleman neat, He there with a wanton young Lady did meet, And freely did offer, and earnestly proffer, to give her a Bottle of Wine. Love, let us not stand to Discourse in the Cold, My amorous Jewel, I prithee behold, Then straight he pull'd out a whole handful of Gold, And said, my dear honey, here's plenty of Money, I'll give thee a Guinny or two. The glittering Guinnies soon dazel'd her eyes, That privately straight she began to devise By what means she might get this rich Golden prize, Two is but a trifle, his pockets I'll rifle, I vow to have all now or none.
She seemingly Bashful, disputing did stand, And said, I dare not to the Tavern with Man; But this was to bring him more eagerly on, So that the Old Fryar, did burn with desire, and she to his humour did yield. Away to the Tavern they went in all haste, A Glass of Canary resolving to taste, And there the Old Fryar he freely Embrac'd This Lady of pleasure, she aimd at his Treasure, which constantly run in her mind. The Drawer supply'd them with Liquor good store, And when all was out, still they called for more, Her Amorous Charms he did dearly adore, And as they sat drinking, she paid it with thinking, how she might his Guinnies obtain.
The Fryar to Court her he thus did begin, Sweet Madam step out of these Robes you are in, That I may behold thy white delicate skin, The which will inflame me, sweet creature don't blame me, I'll give you three Guinnies the more. This Lady of pleasure she thus did reply, That Civil Request, Sir, I will not deny, If that you'll strip Naked now as well as I, To which he consented, both being contented, they scamper'd a while round the Room. While naked they danc'd at this Frolicksome rate, His Wigg did flye off, and she see his bald Pate, I have an Old Fryar, thought she, for my Mate, I think I will fit him if that I can get him to change his Apparel with me. Then straight with a Smile to the Fryar she goes, And said, worthy Sir, here's one thing I propose, Let us in this Frolick now change our Cloaths. He grants her desire, they change their Attire, she like a Town-Bully appear'd. The Fryar immediately sets himself down, He puts on her Smicket, her Top-knot and Gown, And look'd like a Hog-ridden Bawd of the Town, In Ribbons and Laces, but she had her Paces, and fitted the Fryar at last. His Cloaths, with his Watch and his Guinnies, she got Then made an excuse to go down to the Vault, Yet ne'r came again, but left him all the Shot To pay without Money, his Amorous honey, did [le]ave the Old Rogue in the Lurch. He found she had left him the Dog for to hold, Then calling the Drawer his Grief to unfold, He had not a penny of Silver nor Gold, Then counting his Losses, his Beads and his Crosses, he ne'r was so [?]im'd before. The Drawer he told him the Shot must be pay'd, The Fryar stood quaking, but little he said; They stript off the Gown in which he was Array'd, His Ribbons and Laces, he made sower Faces, to see his most desperate Doom. They found that he was of the Jesuit breed, And one that had been a great Rascal indeed; Now therefore they sent him to Newgate with speed; A woful Disaster, he says Pater-Noster, but has neither Money nor Cloaths.
FINIS.
Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner.