%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> OATES / WELL THRESH'T. / Being a Dialogue of Country-make / Betwixt a Farmer, and his Man-Boy, Jack. / The Good Man, who has lost much by the Grain, / Hears Presbyter-Jack to Plead for it in vain. 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 06/28/2021 36596

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R17742 1 Which no Body can deny, &c. / The Burden must be Twice Repeated Greensleeves Which Nobody Can Deny, etc., The Burden Must be Twice Repeated OUr Oates, last Week not worth a Groat, / Have, Sir, (which all do wonder at) Which no Body can deny, Sir. [with variation] British Library - Luttrell Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 125 OATES / WELL THRESH'T. / Being a Dialogue of Country-make / Betwixt a Farmer, and his Man-Boy, Jack. / The Good Man, who has lost much by the Grain, / Hears Presbyter-Jack to Plead for it in vain. OATES WELL THRESHED. Being a Dialogue of Country make Betwixt a Farmer, and his Man-Boy, Jack. The Good Man, who has lost much by the Grain, Hears Presbyter-Jack to Plead for it in vain. ?-? R.H.

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Jack. OUr Oates, last Week not worth a Groat, Have, Sir, (which all do wonder at) Abomination thriv'd of late; Which no Body can deny, Sir. Master. Be all the Tribe of Oates Accurs't, And the Old Dotard too, that first The Brat within his Hedges nurst, And sow'd such Wicked Seed, Boy. Jack. Good Master, pray your Fury stop; For, as the Saying is, I hope, You'll shortly see a Doctor-Crop, And many more besides, Sir. Master. A Curse on every thing, that's height Oates; Both Old & Young, both Black & White Oates, Both Long & Short, both Light & Tite Oates: I hate the Vip'rous Breed, Boy.
Jack. Your Oates, now Ripe, Sir, do appear; For they begin to hang the Ear; The Time of Cutting them draws near, If my Skill fails me not, Sir. Master. Then down with 'em, and all their Train; Let not a Blade of them remain, Our poor Land to infect again; pitty one should scape, Boy. Jack. Where shall I reek them, (the Sithes Edge They've felt) in Barn, or under Hedge? For they are fit for Cart, or Sledge, And a Roping only want, Sir. Master. E'en if thou wilt, lodge them in thy Barn; For they shall ne'r come amongst my Corn; Or Cart them, if thou wilt, to Tyburn; And there too Truss them up, Boy. [2]
Jack. Th'are hous'd, Sir; But the Trash all Sense Exceeds, that's in 'em: By what Means, This Filthy Oates shall we ere cleanse? From all that Roguish Stuff, Sir? Master. Go, get a pack of Sturdy Louts, And let them lustily Thresh their Coats; Too well you cannot Thresh Damn'd Oates; Which no Body can deny, Boy. Jack. Th'are thresh't, & wimb'd, & made as clean, As hands can do't; but all in vain: For still Base Oates behind remain: What shall we do with 'em, Sir? Master. Let 'em divided be (like Martyrs Of Royal Justice) into Quarters; Then ground in Mill, or bray'd in Mortars: So Oates ought to be serv'd, Boy. Jack. How shall I use the Straw? 'Tis good Only to cast out in the Road, And under Foot to Dung be trod; And there to lye and rot, Sir. Master. Burn't, like an Heretick, in Flame; And Expiate so our Guilt and Shame, For giving Long-Tail'd Oates such Fame, Abhorr'd by all but us, Boy. Beyond Sea th'are kick't out of Door; But held with us Here in such Store, That Oates we even do Adore: But Curst be Oates, say I, Boy.
Jack. What shall we now at last, Sir, do With this Same Paultry Oates, by You So hated, and admired by few; And those both Knaves and Fools, Sir. Master. Let Oates be cast to Ravenous Hogs, Or ground for Meat for Hungry Dogs; And no where Sown, but in deep Bogs, Or Bottom of a Jakes, Boy. Or to the Fowls o'the' Air be thrown, By Vermine to be prey'd upon; Or out o'th' World by Whirlwinds blown, To th Devil's Arse of Peak, Boy. Let ev'ry Tongue, and Tail i'th' Ile, Of Man, of Bird, of Beast, defile Oates so Detestable, Oates so Vile; And 'twill be so, thou'lt see, Boy. Or if to Popery thou incline, Thou shalt have Oates encag'd in a Shrine, And shew about that Trash Divine; And this will get thee Pence, Boy. Jack. Let it, Good Master, pray be so, And I'le amongst the Papists go, With my O rare Shite, & my O brave Show Till I a Pension get, Sir. And then I'le Coach it up and down, From Country, and from Town to Town, Till o're the World I've made Oates known, For a very R--- in Grain, Sir.
FINIS. LONDON, Printed for R.H. in the Year, 1681.