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T34066 YOU Gallants all in London, / If you will but draw near, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 772 3: 773 The COOK-MAID's Garland: / Or, The Out-of-the-Way Devil. / Shewing, How Four Highwaymen were bit by an ingenious Cook-Maid. The COOK-MAID’s Garland: Or, The Out-of-the-Way Devil. Shewing, How Four Highwaymen were bit by an ingenious Cook-Maid. The COOK Maid's Garland: Or, The Out-of-the-Way Devil. Showing, How Four Highwaymen were bit by an ingenious Cook Maid. ?-?

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YOU Gallants all in London, If you will but draw near, The joak is merry, twill make you smile When you the same do hear. It is of a jolly country girl, That did in Rygate dwell, Whose wit got her a husband, As many for truth can tell. Five gentlemen to Rygate From London they were bound, And as they rode along the road, Not far from Croydon town: Four highwaymen did set upon These gentlemen, tis said, Crying, gentlemen, deliver your gold, Or we will shoot you dead. The gentlemen, surprized, Delivered out of hand; Finding there was danger, Disputing for to stand. Five hundred pounds amongst them, They lost, as we do hear, Besides, these villains to the skin, Indeed did strip them bare.
It being about the hour of ten, To Rygate they did ride, And coming to an inn, sir, Where is the host? they cryd. The ostler he came running out, These guests to entertain; But seeing the sight run back in a fright Into the house again. Saying Heres a parcel of devils in buff, Come riding to the door; Some countrymen that drinking were, They were affrighted sore. The gentlemen did whistle and call, But none of them did come; At length a handsome brisk cook-maid Unto the door did run. With candle in her hand, sir, The girl at them did stare; The gentlemen most modestly With their hands did cover their ware. Pray what are you, said the cook-maid, So bare from the top to the toe? They said, Go call your master, And the matter you shall know.
We are gentlemen, have been robbed, Not far from Croydon town: The maid she straitway rung the bell, And calld her master down, She shewd to him the gentlemen, Crying, Our looby John Put us in a fright, theres no harm in the fight, I think of a naked man. The inn-keeper he took them in And cloathd them straitway; And when they were dressed, sir, The cook unto them did say, Come, gentlemen, if to reward me You will a bargain make, Although I am but a cook-maid, These highwaymen I will take. The gentlemen did laugh aloud, To hear the maid say so: And said, My bonny lass, theres few Who down the lane do go, But they are robbd and plunderd; If thou canst do this thing An hundred pounds we will give thee, Besides whats allowd by the king.
But what will you forfeit if you dont, Then, said one of the five? She said, My maidenhead, sir, Ill forfeit as I am alive. A match, with all my heart, said he, And if this thing you can do, Three hundred a year Ill you give, And I will wed you too. Therefore, to-morrow night, sir, This frolic Ill pursue. Not far, sir, from this lonesome grove There is a wilderness you know. A Company of you in ambush In that same place must lie. Ill drive the rogues therein to you, Then take them speedily. They say that a womans wit Oftentimes proves the best; Therefore, good gentlemen, said she, Let us pursue the jest. The bargain it was fairly made By the same gentlemen, And to the wilderness repaird. A dozen of armed Men. But of her subtle invention The like sure never was known The girl she opend a bed, sir, Was made of coney-wool down, Then daubing herself with foot and size, She rolld herself quite oer; So hairy she was from top to toe, The like was never seen before The horns of a stag of a monstrous size She did make fast behind; And upon her head a rouzing pair, Which were of another kind; With a hollow truncheon in her hand Which was with gunpowder filld: She lookd like the dragon of Wantley Which in the country was killd. Astride a cross the horses back, She laid herself along, With her feet tyd under the horses belly For fear she should fall down. Two hornifyd heads did then appear, Which was a frightful sight. In one of her hands a link she had, Which was in a blazing light. Then leaning on her two elbows, Across the horses mane, The devil to meet the highwayman Came riding down the lane. They seeing the light coming along, They thought it was some prize. Some gentleman with his equipage, Come let us look sharp each cries.
One started out from behind a bush. Unto the rest did call, Z-----ds, you dogs, get out of the way The devil is come for us all. Two heads the devil has got, now see, As he is now passing by; On each of his heads a pair of horns In the hindermost forehead one eye One said, Ill shoot him, said another, No, that will not be well, For fear he should carry us instantly. Along with him to hell. The devil then kept drawing near, Set up such hideous cries; Then clapt the link to the gunpowder, And the fire like fury flies They took to their heels and run away, But the devil pursud them fast, And drove them to the wilderness Where they were trappd at last. There were some on horseback, some on foot, Some had arms, and some had none, When the devil found they were safe, She strait went galloping home. An old woman with butter and eggs, For Croydon the next day, Seeing her like a fury coming along, Leapd off her mare to pray, And calling unto her husband, Who was leading of the mare, Cries, Wounds the devil is coming along, Look you behind you there. The mare did kick and caper, As the devil was passing by, When the butter and eggs about the road Like thundershot did fly; While the countryman and his wife Beshit themselves for fear. Laying their heads between their legs, Till the morning did appear. The devil came galloping to the inn, Where the women they did wait, Who dressd her up this frolick to play, And did relieve her strait. Her skin does look of a dingy hue, But the money will make it clear, The gentleman to his bargain stands, That he will wed with his dear, These highwaymen they were bound and tyd, And brought unto the inn; Then the devil appeared before them all, To shew how mumpd theyd been, They cursd their fate, to a justice strait All four were soon conveyd; And the girls reward is a portion good, Which hath these rogues betrayd.