%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The FRYER well Fitted; / OR, / A pretty Jest that once befell, / How a Maid put a Fryer to cool in the Well. 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 10/09/2018 35695

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R227187 1 To a Merry Tune Friar in the Well, The To a Merry Tune AS I lay musing all alone, / A pritty jest I thought upon, fa, la, la, la, la, | fa, la, la, la, la, / fa, la, la, lang-tre-down-dilly. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : The FRYER well Fitted; / OR, / A pretty Jest that once befell, / How a Maid put a Fryer to cool in the Well. The FRIAR well Fitted; OR, A pretty Jest that once befell, How a Maid put a Friar to cool in the Well. ?-? W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger

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AS I lay musing all alone, fa, la, la, la, la, A pritty jest I thought upon, fa, la, la, la, la, Then listen a while, and I will you tell, Of a Fryer that lov'd a bonny Lass well fa, la, la, la, la, fa, la, la, lang-tre-down-dilly. He came to the Maid when she went to bed fa, la, etc. Desiring to have her Maiden-head, fa, la, etc. But she denyed his desire, And told him, that she fear'd Hell Fire; fa, la, etc. Tush (quod the Fryer) thou needst not doubt fa, la, etc. If thou wert in hell I could sing thee out fa, la, etc. Then (quod the maid) thou shalt have thy request, The Fryer was glad as a Fox in his nest fa, la, etc.
But one thing (quoth she) I do desire, fa, la, etc. Before you have what you require, fa, la, etc. Before that you shall do the thing, An Angel of money thou shalt me bring, fa, la, etc. Tush (quoth the Fryer) we shall agree, fa, la, etc. No money shall part my Love and me; fa, la, etc. Before that I will see thee lack, I'le pawn my grey Gown from my back fa, la, etc. The Maid bethought her of a wile, fa, la, etc. How she the Fryer might beguile, fa, la, etc. While she was gone the truth to tell, She hung a Cloth before the Well; fa, la, la, la, la, fa, la, la, lang-tree-down-dilly.
The Fryer came as his covenant was fa, la, etc. With money to his bonny Lass, fa, la, etc. Good morrow fair Maid, good morrow, (quod he) Here is the money I promised thee; fa, la, la, la, la, fa, la, la, lang-tre-down-dilly. She thankt the man, & she took his mony fa, la, etc. Now let us go too't, (quod he) sweet honey fa, la, etc. Oh stay (quod she) some respite make, My Father comes he will me take; fa, la, etc. Alas (quod the Fryer) where shall I run, fa, la, etc. To hide me till he be gone, fa, la, etc. Behind the Cloth run thou (quod she) And there my Father cannot thee see, fa, la, etc. Behind the Cloth the Fryer crept, fa, la, etc. And into the Well on a sudden he leapt, fa, la, etc. Alas (quoth he) I am in the Well, No matte (quod she) if thou wert in Hell; fa, la, etc. Thou say'st thou couldst sing me out of Hell, fa, la, etc. Now prithee sing thy self out of the well, fa, la, etc. The Fryer sung on with a pitiful sound, Oh help me out, or I shall be drown'd; fa, la, etc.
I trow (quoth she) your courage is cool'd fa, la, etc. (Quoth the Fryer) I never was so fool'd, fa, la, etc. I never was served so before, then take heed (quod she) thou com'st there no more, fa, la, etc. (Quoth he) for sweet Saint Francis sake fa, la, etc. On his Disciple some pitty take, fa, la, etc. (Quoth she) Saint Francis never taught His Scholars to tempt young Maids to naught; fa, la, etc. The Fryer did intreat her still, fa, la, etc. That she would help him out of the well, fa, la, etc. She heard him make such piteous moan She help'd him out, and bid him be gone fa, la, etc. (Quoth he) shall I have my money again fa, la, etc. Which from me thou hast before-hand tane fa, la, etc. good sir (said she) there's no such matter, I'le make you pay for fouling my water, fa, la, etc. The Fryer went all along the Street, fa, la, etc. Dropping wet, like a new-wash'd Sheep fa, la, etc. Both old and young commended the Maid That such a witty prank had plaid, fa, la, la, la, la, fa, la, la, lang-tre-down-dilly.
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