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T34237 ALL you that are to Mirth Inclin'd / come tarry here a little while: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 289738 The Country Girl's Policy; Or, the / Cockney Outwitted. The Country Girl's Policy; Or, the Cockney Outwitted. The Country Girl's Policy; Or, the Cockney Outwitted. 1701-1701

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ALL you that are to Mirth inclind come tarry here a little while: Pray read it once and I do not fear, but soon it will make you to smile. The Londoners call us Country Fools, and laugh at us every day. But Ill let them see before I have done, we know as good things as they, A jolly young Girl in Herefordshire, who lately had learnd to Dance: In less than the Space of one whole Year, she light of a Child by chance. Being very poor this cunning Whore, upon a Certain Day, Resolved was she the City to see, so to London she took her way. With an old straw Hat, and her tail pinnd up, and with Dirt instead of Fringe,
Not long ago this cunning Slut did come to the Royal Exchange. With the Child in a Basket under her Arm close covered, as it is said, With a clean white Cloth, and at each end Hung out a Gooses Head. She saw two Stock Jobbers standing by, She then unto one did say, Gaffer what stately Church is this; come tell me now I pray; The other to her Smiling said, how like a Fool you talk! This is no Church, it is the Change. where all the Merchants walk. Is this the Change, good Sir? she said, a glorious Place it be, A finer Place in all my Life, I never before did see.
Ill warrant you theres fine Chambers int as you and I do live, Now if you[]ll let me go and see, a Penny to you I will give. The one said, your Basket I will hold and tarry here below, Whilst my Consort goes up with you, the Chambers for to shew: She answered I am afraid, that when I do come down, You will be gone, and I would not lose, my Basket for a Crown. I am not such a Man he cryd, and that Id have you know; She gave it him, and with her guide she up the Stairs did go; She viewd the Pictures very fine, and did them much admire. He soon droppd her, she down Stairs run and after him did enquire. She Straight runs up to a Merchant, good honest Man said she, Did not you see a thick tall Man that had two Geese of me? Alas! said he, poor country Girl our Cocknies are too quick; Go home and tell your Country Girls, of this fine London trick. She stampd and cryd thus to be bit, would make a Body swear Ill never come to the Royal Exchange, any more to sell my Ware: For by a couple of cheating Knaves, alas! am undone: She gave a Stamp, and laughd aloud, and then away she run But now we will to the Jobbers turn, who thought they had got a Prize, They stept into an Ale-house, and sent for both their Wives. They told them the Story, with Hearts both merry and light,
Said they well have a Frolick ont, and roast them both at Night. The Women cryd, no, one at a Time, the further they will go The other well have at another house, and order the Matter so; Thus they began to jangle, and got on either Side, But all the while this Basker stood, without ever a Knot untyd. Then opening of the Basket, as I the truth unfold; There did they find a curious Boy, just about five Weeks old The Women flew into a Damnable Rage, O how they did scold and curse, Instead of a Cook, ye Rogues said they you must run and call a Nurse The one said, this is your Bastard Sirrah, you have had by some common Whore, If these be your Geese; ye Rogues, she said I never shall love Geese more: The one she kickd the drink all down, the other whippd up the Glass, And after she had drunk the Beer, she threw it and cut his Face, There was Helter skelter the Devil to pay oh how the Pots did fly! Just as they were in the midst of the Fray, the child began to cry: There were clouts and blankets all beshit, such sights are seldom seen I hope it will learn them both more wit, how they meddle with Geese again. They put it out for theree Shillings a week which is Eighteen pence a piece, Which they pay every Saturday Night, in Remembrance of the Geese, Come heres a health to the County Lass I think she was not to blame; If she has but Wit to take care of her T--- she may pass for a Maid again.
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