The kind hearted Creature:  
Or,  
The prettest jest that ere you knew,  
Yet I'll say nothing but what is true:  
I once heard of a cunning Whore,  
But never the like of this before.  
To the tune of the Mother beguiled the Daughter:  

 

ALL you that are disposed now,  
to hear a merry jest,  
By me shall be disclosed how,  
a bonny Lass confessed,  
That she had loved one or two,  
nay two or three and twenty,  
I cannot tell what they did do,  
but she had Lover's plenty,  
Sing Boys, drink Boys,  
why should we not be merry:  
I'll tell you of a bonny Lass,  
and her Love beyond the Ferry.   

This bonuy lass had caught a clap  
it seems by some young shaver,  
She being match with such mishap  
the Lads began to leave her,  
Though she will of their company,  
some one made sure his bargain  
But she was loved of so many,  
that it is worth regarding.  
Yet she will sing, and always say  
drink round and let's be many,  
I have a love in Lankeshire,  
and a little beyond the ferry.   

She now being called to account,  
for to describe aright,  
What youngman was the Faster on't  
and her own hearts delight  
But she could not resolve the same,  
because there was so many,  
She knew not is trade nor yet his name,  
for she was free for any.  
Sing Boys, etc.   

Quoth she and if it have a Book,  
than 'twas the man it'h Gown,  
Or otherways an't have a hook,  
'twas the shéephard on the down,  
Or if it have a whip in is hand:  
then sure it was a carter,  
Or if it cannot go nor stand,  
I think 'twas drunken Artor.  
Sing Boys, etc.   

And if it have a new fashion,  
'twas one came out of France,  
And if it be a Musician:  
'twas one taught me to dance,  
And if in's hand a needle be,  
then sure it was a Tailor.  
Or if it chance to cross the Sea,  
I think it was a sailor.  
Sing Boys, drink boys,  
why should we not be merry,  
I have a love in Lankeshire,  
and a little beyond the ferry.    

The second part  
To the same tune.  
 

ANd if it have a Hammer,  
then sure a Smith was he,  
And if it be full of manner,  
'twas one of good degree,  
Or if it have a shuttle,  
a weaver sure was he then,  
And if that it be wise and subtle,  
'twas one of the bailiffs youngmen.  
Sing Boys etc.   

And if it have a long lock,  
a Courtier sure was he,  
And if it be a pretty cock,  
then that was William he,  
And if it have a shoe in is hand,  
it was the boon Shoemaker,  
Or if it have a dirty hand,  
'twas sure a dunghill raker.  
Sing boys etc.   

And if it have a Kettle,  
then sure he was a Tinker:  
And if it be full of Mettle,  
'twas sure a good Ale-drinker  
And if that it be Greasy,  
then sure it was a Butcher:  
And if that it be lousy,  
then sure it was a Butcher.  
Sing Boys, etc.   

And if in's hand a flower be,  
a Gardner was the man sure,  
And if it love to take a Fee,  
I think 'twas the Pariture:  
And if it be in a gown of grey,  
'twas one that lives i'th' Country,  
And if that it be fresh and gay,  
'twas one the common gentry.  
Sing Boys, etc.   

And if it have a Pen in's hand,  
then sure it was a Scriuner,  
And if i'th' the Tavern he love to stand  
then sure it was a Vintner:  
And if it have a drowsy eye,  
'twas him that they call sléeper,  
And if with bromes and horns he cry  
'twas sure the Chimney-sweeper.  
Sing Boys, etc.   

And if in's hand he have a Bun,  
then sure it was a Baker,  
And if he love to drink i'th' Tun,  
'twas then the good Alemaker:  
And if he love to ride a Horse,  
I think it was an Ostler,  
Or else it 'twas the man o'th' Cross,  
that was a valiant Wrestler.  
Sing Boys, etc.   

And if it have a mealy face,  
'twas him that grines the corn,  
And if a long note be in place,  
'tis him that winds the horn,  
And many more I here might name,  
which loved me once most dear,  
But that indeed it is a shame,  
for enough is shown hereby.  
Sing boys etc.   

Now all the hope I have is this,  
my barn must have a Father,  
And I confess I did amiss,  
would I had repent rather,  
Yet there's a youngman loves me well  
but I could ne'er abide him,  
I know of me he'll have no fear,  
though many will deride him,  
Sing boys etc.   
R. C.    

London printed for F. Coules.