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The Merchant’s Son, and the Beggar-wench. YOU Gallants all, I pray draw near. And you a pleafant jeft fhall hear, How a poor beggar-wench of Hull, A merchant’s fon ot York did gull. Fa,&c

One morning on a certain day. He cloth’d himfelf in rich array, And took with him, as it was told, The fum of fixty pounds in gold. Fa, &c.

So mounting on a prancing fteed, He towards Hull did ride with fpeed, Where in his way he chanc’d to fee A beggar-wench of mean degree. Fa, &c.

She afked him for fome relief. And faid, with feeming tears of grief. That fhe had neither houfe nor home, But for her living was forc’d to roam. &c.

He feemed to lament her cafe. And faid, Thou haft a pretty face: If thou wilt lodge with me, he cry’d. With gold thou fhalt be fatisfy'd.Fa, &c.

Her filence feem’d to, give confent; So to a little houfe they went. The landlord laugh’d to fee him kifs The beggar-wench and ragged mifs. Fa &c.