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N68225 HERE I must tell the praise of worthy Whit-tington, / Known to be in his days Lord-Mayor of London. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 289750 An Old Ballad of / WHITTINGTON and his CAT. An Old Ballad of WHITTINGTON and his CAT. An Old Ballad of WHITTINGTON and his CAT. 1763-1763

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HERE I must tell the praise of worthy Whit-tington, Known to be in his days Lord-Mayor of London. But of poor parents born was he, we hear, And in his youth brought up in Somersetshire Poorly then up to London came this simple lad, And with a merchant soon a dwelling had: And in the kitchen placd, a scullion for to be, And a long time he passd his labour drugingly. His daily labour was turning spits at the fire, To scour pots for a poor scullions hire. Meat and drink his pay, of coin he had no store, And to run away in secret thus he bore:
So from the merchant Whittington secretly Into the country run, to purchase liberty. But as he went along in a fine summers morn, London bells sweetly rung, Turn again Whittington Evermore sounding so, Turn again Whittington, For thou in time shalt be Lord mayor of London, Whereupon back came Whittington with speed, A servant to remain, as the Lord had decreed. Still blessed be the bells, this was the daily song, That my Good fortune tell; most sweetly have they rung. If God so favours me, I will not be unkind, London my Love shall see, and my bounty find.
But for this happy chance, this scullion had a cat, That did his fame advance, and him wealth go. Whittington had no more but his poor cat then, Which to the ship he bore like a valiant man. Venturing the same, says he, I may get store of gold, And the Mayor of London be, the bells have me told Whittingtons merchandize carried unto the land, Troubled with rats and mice as we do understand, The king who there reignd, as at dinner sat, Daily in fear remaind of many a mouse and rat: Meat that on trenchers lay, no way could they keep safe, But by rats torn away, fearing no whip or staff. Hereupon they brought, Whittingtons fine cat, By the king was bought, heaps of gold given for that. Home again they hie, with their ship laden so, Whittingtons wealth by his cat began to go.
A scullions life he forsook, to be a merchant good, And soon began to look how his credit stood. After he was chose Sheriff of the city we hear, And then quickly rose, as it doth appear. For the citys grace, Sir Richard Whittington, Came to be in his days thrice Lord Mayor of Lon-don. His Fame to advance, thousands he lent the king To maintain war in France, glory from thence bring. And after a feast, which he the King did make, He burnt the note in Jest, and would no money take Prisoners cherishd were, widows comfort found Good deeds far and near by him were done, Whittingtons College is one of his charities, Newgate he built, where many prisoner lies. Many more deeds were done by Whittington, Which joy and comfort bring to those that look on. Somerset, thou hast bred the flower of charity, Altho hes dead and gone, yet he lives lastingly. Call him back no more to live in London, Those bells that calld him back, Turn again Whittington.
Printed and Sold in Aldermary Church- Yard, London,