%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> My good old Lord Falcon- / bridge's generous Gift. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/29/2014 33582

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A Nobleman liv'd near a Village of late, / Hard-by a poor Thrasher whose Care was great Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 875 My good old Lord Falcon- / bridge's generous Gift. My good old Lord Falcon- bridge’s generous Gift. My good old Lord Falconbridge's generous Gift. ?-?

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A Nobleman liv'd near a Village of late, Hard-by a poor Thrasher whose Care was great He had seven Children, and most of them small, And nought but his Labour to keep them withal. He never was given to idle or lurk, This Nobleman seeing him go daily to Work, His Flail, with his Dog, and Bottle of Beer, As chearful as those that have Thousands a Year. Thus chearful and constant each Morning he went To his daily Labour with Joy and Content. Both joyful and jolly he'd whistle and sing, As blith and as brisk as a Bird in the Spring. One Morning this Gentleman taking his Walk, He met this poor Man, and freely did talk. And asked him many Questions at large Concerning his Labour, and likewise his Charge. You have many Children I very well know, Your Labour is hard, and the Wages are low. And still thou art chearful, come tell me true, How you maintain them so well as you do. I carefully take home what I do earn, Now daily Experience this me doth learn, Altho' it is possible we may live poor. Yet we keep the ravenous Wolf from the Door. I reap, I mow, I harrow and sow, Sometimes I a hedging and ditching do go. No Work comes amiss, I thrash, I plow, Thus I earn my Bread by the Sweat of my Plow. My Wife she is willing to draw in the Yoke, We live like two Lambs, and never prove. Each other, but like to the labouring Ant, We do our Endeavour to keep us from Scant. And when I come home from Labour at Night, To my Wife and Children in whom I delight, To hear them come round me prattling Noise, Now these are the Riches that poor Men enjoys. Altho' I am weary as weary may be, The Youngest I commonly set on my Knee. I find that Content is an entire Feast. And never repine at my Lot in the least. The Nobleman hearing what he did say, Was plers'd to invite him home the next Day. His Wife and Children he bid him to bring, In Token of Favour he gave him a Ring. So thanking his Honour, he took his Leave, He went to his Wife, who would hardly believe, But that this fine Story himself might raise, But seeing the Ring, she was in Amaze. Betimes in the Morning the good Wife arose, And made them fine with their best Cloaths. So the Man and Wife with their Children small Did go to dine at this Nobleman's Hall. But when they got there, as Stories report, All Things were served in plentiful sort. And they with the Nobleman then did dine, With most kind of Dainties, and best of Wine. All things being over, he soon let them know What he intended on them to bestow. A Farm with forty good Acres of Land, And give him the Writings in his own Hand. Because you're industrious and kind to your Wife, I will make you happy the rest of your Life. It shall be for ever to thee and thy Heirs, For why I beheld thy industrious Cares. No Tongue was able in full to express The Depth of their Joy and true Thankfulness. With many a Curt'sy and Bow to the Ground. But such Noblemen are few to be found.