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A countryman to London came

To view the famous city, And here his charge did grow so large,

It made me write this ditty, For in a bill he set down still

His charge from the beginning, Which I did find, and now do mind,

To whistle stead of singing. With a hey down, &c.

Imprimis, coming unto town,

And at my inn alighting,
I almost spent a noble crown

In potting and in piping :
Item, that the tapster there,

My jugs half full did bring in, I dare not say he was a K.

But I'll whistle instead of singing. With a hey down, &c.

Item, that I went abroad,

And had my purse soon picked, While I did stare on London ware,

By a pick-purse I was fitted : Item, that I met a wench,

That put me down in drinking, I dare not say what she made me pay,,

But I'll whistle instead of singing. With a hey down, &c.

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Item, that I met withall

A very loving cousin,
Who needs would be of my country,

And gave me half a dozen,
And at the last a pair of cards

They cunningly did bring in, I will not say what they made me pay,

But I'll whistle instead of singing. With a hey down, &c.

Item, that I daily went

Unto my lawyer's chamber, And he did say, I should win the day

Without all fear or danger. But then at last, for charge and cost

He such a bill did bring in, I will not say what he made me pay,

But I'll whistle instead of singing. With a hey down, &c.

Item, that I paid for there

A bagpipe in a bottle,
Which did begin to hiss and sing

When we did stir the stople.
Item, that one night I did lie

In the Counter for my drinking, I will not say what I paid next day,

But I'll whistle instead of singing, With a hey down, &c.

Item, that at last I came

To take my horse again,
But
my

horse look't never worse,
His belly did complain,
For he alas ! for want of hay,

Stood o'er the manger grinning,
Yet they made me pay for night and day,

But I'll whistle instead of singing.

SECOND PART,

OR,

Countryman's going down into the Country, declared by

a Whistle, to the same tune.

Thus having got from London once,

He rid full heavy hearted,
For like an honest man, he had

From all his money parted ;
His cloak-bag full of papers was,

Instead of money gingling,
I dare not boast what those papers cost,

But I'll whistle 'stead of singing.
With a hey down, &c.

Imprimis, coming home, he found

His good wife Joan a brewing,
And did not defer, but unto her

His papers fell to shewing,
But when she saw, nothing but law,

She fell to scold and flinging,
But all that day he kept away

And whistled 'stead of singing. With a hey down, &c.

Item, that he went to plough,

Which whiles that he was driving,
Alas! says he, what fools are we,

In law to fall a striving.
For now I mean to keep my teams,

Which shall good profit bring in,
I must drive on, my money's gone,

And whistle 'stead of singing. With a hey down, &c.

Item, that his neighbours came

To ask what news at London, Alas, says he, more wiser be,

For fear that you be undone.
Spend not at term what

you
do

earn, Whilst that your wives are spinning, Which makes me now to drive the plough,

And whistle 'stead of singing. With a hey down, &c.

For be it known unto you all,

That I my money spended, Such fools as I will beggars die,

Before their lives are ended ; Therefore beware, and have more care,

When that your money is gingling, Least when 'tis spent you do repent,

And whistle 'stead of singing. With a hey down, &c.

Yet one more item I will add,

Since that my song is ended, My item's this, that I would wish

No man to be offended; With all my items but to save

His money when 'tis gingling, Least when 'tis spent he do repent,

And whistle 'stead of singing. With a hey down, &c.

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