O yes.  
If any Man or Woman, any thing desire,  
Let them repair forthwith unto the Crier.  
To the tune of the Parrator.  

O yes   


O yes,  
If any man or woman,  
in Country or in City,  
Can tell where liveth Charity  
or where abideth Pity?  
Bring news unto the Crier,  
and their reward shall be  
The prayers of poor folks every day,  
upon the humble knee.   

O yes,  
If any man hath gone  
so long unto the Law,  
That he hath lost his wits,  
and is not worth a straw,  
That to regain the saddle,  
is glad to lose the horse,  
Let them turn down by Beggers-bush  
and rest at wéeping-crosse.   

O yes,  
If any man there be,  
that loves the crafty Fox,  
And yet the mumping Coney,  
will ferret with a pox:  
Let him come to the Crier,  
and for his just reward,  
He may dye in an Hospital,  
and stink within the Yard.   

O yes,  
If any loving Wench  
doth miss her Maidenhead,  
And knows not where she lost it,  
abroad or in her bed,  
Let her come to the Crier,  
and pay him for his pain,  
And tell the marks of it, and she  
shall have it strait again.   

O yes,  
If there be any Ostler,  
has lately lost a Nag,  
By lodgiug in his haymowe,  
of every Tag and Rag,  
And now is forced to pay for't,  
let him trust knaves no more:  
But now the Steed is stolen, be sure  
to shut the stable door.   

O yes,  
If any Man or Woman,  
or Maiden, if she be,  
That hath by any sudden chance,  
lost some small honesty,  
Let them come and demand it,  
they shall have their desire,  
Without telling the marks of it,  
or paying of the Crier.    

The second Part.  
To the same tune.  
 

O yes,  
IF any gentle Lady,  
in Court or in the City▪  
Hath lost all her Complexion,  
the Crier in mere pity,  
Hath got a box of beauty,  
the like was never seen,  
Fu●l of the purest Red and White,  
to cover black or green.   

O yes,  
If any gallant Squires,  
who near their bodies spare,  
In any great hot service,  
have strangely lost their hair,  
Let them come to the Crier,  
and strait he will them fit,  
With curled locks which like them best  
to cover all their wit.   

O yes,  
If there be any Cutpurse,  
that the last market day  
By chance did cut a Purse that went  
unwillingly astray,  
With twenty Pounds in money,  
let him forthwith appear.  
And if he chance to scape the rope,  
he shall have whipping cheer.   

O yes,  
If there he any Woman.  
the which hath lost her tongue,  
To help her to recover it,  
would do her husband wrong:  
For thus the goodman wishes,  
if that she be a scold,  
With all his hart that she might take  
an everlasting could.   

O yes,  
If there's any man or woman,  
that can directly tell  
Where's any Petty fogger,  
that takes no bribes, doth dwell,  
Bring word unto the Crier,  
he shall be paid therefore,  
For he will never plead aright  
the causes of the poor.   

O yes,  
Or is there any here  
can tell me any news,  
Where dwells an honest Broker,  
that never will refuse  
To take ten in the hundred,  
of such a one I pray▪  
Bring word to me. I am his friend  
a twelve month and a day.   

O yes,  
If there be any man  
both lately lost his Wife,  
Who never since she saw fifteen,  
did lead an honest life;  
Let him three market days  
expect to see his evil,  
Or mounted in a Cart, or else  
she's gone unto the devil.   

O yes,  
If there be any Lass  
that will her skill engage.  
To find a sucking Infant left,  
of twenty years of age;  
And let her bring him home,  
she shall be welly paid,  
And have her praises pricked, & pricked,  
and sent away no Maid.    
FINIS.   

Printed for F. Coules.