%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Lavvyers Plea, / In the behalf of Young / TOM of LINCOLN. / Being an Answer to a late Scandalous Ballad, Entituled, / Merry News from Lincolns-Inn. / Adrest to the Author of the said Ballad, by Tom of Lincoln. 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 07/05/2021 36918

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R220330 1 Help Lords and Commons, &c. In Peascod Time Help Lords and Commons, etc. LOrd help us all! what Story's this, / that makes so great a stir? You Nonconformist-crop-ears, peace, / and rail not against Wenchers, / VVith you, Fanatick Babes encrease, / far more than with the Benchers. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 21 The Lavvyers Plea, / In the behalf of Young / TOM of LINCOLN. / Being an Answer to a late Scandalous Ballad, Entituled, / Merry News from Lincolns-Inn. / Adrest to the Author of the said Ballad, by Tom of Lincoln. The Lawyer's Plea, In the behalf of Young TOM of LINCOLN. Being an Answer to a late Scandalous Ballad, Entitled, Merry News from Lincoln's Inn. Addressed to the Author of the said Ballad, by Tom of Lincoln. ?-?

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LOrd help us all! what Story's this, that makes so great a stir? Forsooth who ever keeps a Miss, must fear this barking Cur; As if no place but Lincolns-Inn, did harbour she destroyers, With Puritans he might begin, they wench as well as Lawyers: You Nonconformist-crop-ears, peace, and rail not against Wenchers, With you, Fanatick Babes encrease, far more than with the Benchers. Thou who want'st judgement talk'st of it, like a vile canting Varlet, And exercisest thy No-wit against an honest Harlot, Out of our house should she depart, she'l learn to be more fickle, Lifting up whorish eyes with Art, at zealous Conventicle. You, etc. She went upstairs thou sayest at ten, and what of that you Tony, At twelve the learned'st of your men tip'd over the Balcony: To this so strange a sight there came a hundred pious sticklers, But all went off again with shame, like crop-ear'd Conventiclers: You, etc. It seems he call'd himself a Cat, and would have been a gibing, Her husband understanding that, came in and spoil'd his nibing:
Says he, Cats fall upon their feet, when downwards they are rumbled, So down he threw him in the street, till his proud flesh was humbled: You, etc. But for the wench and Laundress Ruth, I must confess the story, That there was something in't of truth, but all is for our glory: We keep the Child we have begot, and able are to bear it, Whilst others, do, or do it not, are ready to forswear it: You, etc. Is not this better than to go at night to the Peatches, Reeling and rambling to and fro, in danger of the Watches: And meet at last a drab or so, with Petticoats bedagled, Or with a pocky Barren-doe, that from the Park has stragled: You, etc. Woe and alas! your Rudder's spoil'd, I pitty your mishap, And though you get not her with child, you get yourself with clap: Then you go home and curse the whore, with all her Art-full dry-blows, Finding one pox to cost you more, than keeping twenty by-blows: You Nonconformist-crop-ears, peace, and rail not against Wenchers, With you, Fanatick Babes encrease, far more than with the Benchers.
Thus you abroad with hazard roam, to find out Harlots fulsome, While we more safely prey at home, upon a Girl that's wholsome: Look to yourselves, your case is worse, dry up your slubbring Ink-horn, I'le warrant you we'l find a Nurse, for our young Tom-a-Lincoln; You, etc. A Bencher's Grand-child! you mistake, you silly Rogue, I scorn ye, If a Lawyers Son a Lawyer makes, his Bastard's an Attourney: And thus our Tom in little time, shall grow to be our Brother, As a Bawds Daughter whores betime, t' enrich her greasie Mother; You, etc. As for the woman, I confess we wrapt her in a Gown, And whosoever had done less, had been an arrant Clown; For being to be call'd to'th bar, and turn a female pleader, 'Twas reason we should have a care, she should not shame our Reader; You, etc. Long may she live a merry crack, brisk, airy, gay, and fruitful, She never any thing shall lack, so long as she is youthful: Grown old, her Daughters shall turn up, to please our youthful Wenchers, As when we've eat our Commons up, we fall upon our Trenchers; You, etc. As for young Tom I doubt it not, he'l make some Learned spark, More wit he has already got, then an Attourneys Clerk; Before that ever he could speak, he su'd for Alimony, Instead of Mothers-milk, he'd take no Liquor but Stipony; You, etc. Then blame not us of Lincolns-Inn, for what has hapned to us, Such wenching is a gainful sin, that never will undoe us; For we shall keep the bantling cheap, among so many purses, Like Citizens that take a leap amongst their Country Nurses. God bless the King and Queen, likewise the House of Lords and Commons, But truly we shall ne'r despise something that is a womans, For should the Laws cart everyone, that loves a little cracking, The City would be quite undone, their Wives must all be packing.
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