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S102153 2 Halloo my Fancy, &c. UNKNOWN Halloo My Fancy, etc. the same Tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune IN a melancholly studdy / None but my selfe, INto some Country Village / Now I must goe, Alasse poore Scholler whither wilt thou go? Alas poore Scholler whither wilt thou goe? Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 633 Alas poore Scholler, / whither wilt thou goe: / OR / Strange altrations which at this time be; / There's many did thinke they never should see. ?-?

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IN a melancholly studdy None but my selfe, Methought my muse grew muddy, After seaven yeares reading And costly breeding, I felt, but could finde no pelfe: Into learned raggs Ive rent my Plush and Sattin, And now am fit to begg in Hebrew, Greeke and Lattin, Instead of Aristotle, would I had got a Patten: Alasse poore Scholler whither wilt thou go? Cambridge now I must leave thee And follow Fate, Colledge hopes doe deceive me, I oft expected To have beene elected, But desert is reprobate: Masters of Colledges have no common graces, And they that have Fellowships have but common places, And those that Schollers are, they must have hansome faces: Alas poore Scholler whither wilt thou goe?
I have bowd, I have bended, And all in hope, One day to be befrended, I have Preachd, I have Printed What ere I hinted, To please our English Pope; I worshipt towards the Cast, but the Sunne doth now forsake me, I finde that I am falling, the Northerne winds doe shake me, Would I had been upright, for bowing now will breake me: Alas poore Scholler, whither wilt thou goe? At great preferment I aymed Witnesse my silke, But now my hopes are maimed, I looked lately, To live most stately, And have a Dairy of Bell-ropes milks: But now alasse, my selfe I must not flatter, Begamy of Steeples is a laughing matter, Each man must have but one, and Curates will grow fatter. Alas poore Scholler, whither wilt thou goe?
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INto some Country Village Now I must goe, Where neither Tith nor Tillage, The greedy Patron And parched Patron, Sweare to the Church they owe: Yet if I can preach and pray too on a sudden, And confute the Pope at adventure without studdying, Then ten pounds a yeare besides a sunday pudding. Alas poore Scholler whither wilt thou goe? All the Arts I have Skill in, Divins and Humane, Yet alls not worth a shilling, When the women heare me, They doe but jeare me, And say I am profane: Once I remember, I Preached with a Weaver, I quoated Austine, He quoated Dodd and Cliver, I nothing got, he got a Cloke and Beber. Alas poore Scholler whither wilt thou goe?
Shipps, Shipps, Shipps I discover, Crossing the Maine, Shall I in and goe over Turne Jew or Atheist, Turke or Papist, To Geneva or Amsterdam: Bishoppricks are voyde in Scotland, shall I thither, Or follow Windebanke and Finch to see if either Doe want a Preist to shrive them, O no tis blustring weather. Alas poore Scholler whither wilt thou goe? Ho, ho, ho, I have hit it, Peace goodman foole, Thou hast a trade will fit it, Draw thy Indenture, Be bound at adventure, An Apprentice to a Free-schoole; There thou mayst command By William Lillies Charter, There thou mayst whipp, stripp and hang and draw and quarter, And commit to the red Rod, both Will. and Tom. and Arthur, I, I, tis thither, thither will I gee.
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