%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The High-way Hector, Or, / A very queint Poem in which much is said, / Concerning the manner and tricks of the trade 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 05/20/2021 37745

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R33609 2 Hunger and cold, or Packingtons pound Packington's Pound Hunger and Cold, or Packington's Pound To the same Tune Packington's Pound To the Same Tune I Am a brave Padder, / You ne're knew a Madder, WHen day=light doth dawn / I knock and they bustle, To fit her for stand, / and deliver your purse Sir. [with variation] And this comes by stand &c. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 124 The High-way Hector, Or, / A very queint Poem in which much is said, / Concerning the manner and tricks of the trade The Highway Hector, Or, A very quaint Poem in which much is said, Concerning the manner and tricks of the trade ?-? W. Gilbertson

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I Am a brave Padder, You ne're knew a Madder, From Paddington Pear-free Turn'd over the Ladder. I speak French and Latine, I wear Plush and Satten, And in my profession I grow fat and batten, I go like a Gallant in all sorts of weather, And seem to be valiant in Buff, Coat and Feather; I keep a Grey Mare, and with raw Beef I nurse her, To fit her for stand, and deliver your purse Sir. I keep a good Jade. and I feed a fine Whore, I deal in no trade, yet I never was poor, I travel through Corn and whole Acres of fruit, And yet I was born unto never a foot: The Partrich that's neat, and the Pheasant that's fine, Doth serve for my meat and at midnight I dine; It is very seldome my feeding is worser, [All this comes by stand, etc.]
If my punk do but falter, or be out of case, My Hostesses daughter doth jump in the place; For Prigging and Padding and nimming and stabbing, Doth serve to supply me with drinking and drapping: But if I can find nere a young Female elf To please me, then have at my Hostess her self, If she be not willing I bang her and curse her, All this comes by stand, etc. They sit up and wait and attend me by turns, If I stay too late the poor Inkeeper mourns; The Cook-maid will not be seduced to sin, Although she be lov'd by the chief Chamberlin, Nor will she submit to let any man tast her, When she is provoked by the power of her Master, Who dares not displease me so far as to force her, All this comes by stand, and deliver your purse Sir.
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WHen day-light doth dawn I knock and they bustle, The Hostler doth yawn and the Geldings do justle: My wine is provided, my horse is rub'd down, And they are all guided like men of my own: They all give attendance both Knaveship and whoreship, And keep themselves wakening to wait on my worship: If the Maid fall asleep all the servants do curse her, And this comes by stand etc. When want doth importune, I borrow of many, But nere have the fortune to pay back a penny: If I meet an old Judge. I possess him with grief, As if I were the Justice and he were the thief: Of all trees I come to I fear none but one tree, And dare not be try'd by the King and the Countrey: Such tryal is worse then a nimble-tongu'd wife sir, When Judges cry stand and deliver your Life sir. My trade is as lawful if taken in one sense, As many that measure their wares by their conscience, For 'tis in the conscience no viler a vice To pinch them in padding as cheat 'em in price: I think when I rob a precise city Brother, 'Tis cheat upon cheat, and one cheat cheats another: Then tell me in conscience if this be not worser Then boldly cry stand, etc.
Those Rogues that are brewing of war 'gainst their King, Sincerely are doing the very same thing: With angles of zeal they study and labour, To plunder and steal from their very next neighbour, Whilst we are obliged and bound by the Charters Of Paddington law not to smoak our own quarters. Then tell me good people if this be not worser, Then they that cry stand, etc. If any by dodging would traffick in my way, Let him come to my lodging my name's Rob-in Highway: I'le prove my profession though you think it strange; More honest then many that cheat on the change: Then filtch in the slynesse of galling and sobbing, Much more then those gallants who purchase by robbing, And therefore in Reason it seems to be worser, Then mine that cry stand, etc. Our way is more level more honest and ev'ner, Then either the Usurer, Broker or Scriv'ner: They get mens Estates and totally rout e'm, Whilst Padder takes nothing but what is about 'em: Our way of defeating though free from such slyness, Is better then cheating with shadows of kindness: And therefore most freely confess that 'tis worser, Then mine that cries stand and deliver your purse sir.
Licensed according to Order. Printed for W. Gilbertson without Newgate.