The cunning Northern Begged Who all the Bystanders doth earnestly pray, To bestow a penny upon him to day. To the tune of Tom of Bedlam.  

I Am a lu●●y beggar,  
and live by others giving,  
I scorn to work,  
But by the highway lurk,  
And beg to get my living:  
I'll i'th' wind and weather,  
And wear● all ragged Garments.  
Yet though I'm bare,  
I'm free from care,  
A fig for high preferments.  
For still will I cry good your worship good sir,  
Bestow one poor denier sir:  
Which when I've got  
At the Pipe and Pot,  
I soon will it cashmere sir.   

I ha●e my shifts about me,  
Like Prote●s ●ften changing  
My 〈…〉 I will,  
I 〈◊〉 still,  
Ab●●t the Country ranging:  
As 〈…〉 I ● C●atch s●e,  
Or 〈◊〉 by 〈◊〉 riging,  
I take my Cr●tch,  
And 〈…〉 Co●ch,  
〈◊〉 I lay abiding.  
And still do I cry, etc.   

 
 
 
 
 
I am a poor old Soldier,  
And better times once viewed,  
Though here now I go,  
Yet many a ●oe,  
By me hath b●n subdued.  
And therefore I cry, etc.   

Although I ne'er was further  
Than Kentish street in Southwark,  
Nor ●re did see  
A B●t●●ry  
Made against any Balwarke,  
But with my Tr●lls and Doxes,  
Lay in some corn●r lurking,  
and ne●●●●nt abroad  
B●t to beg on the road,  
To keep myself from working.  
And always to cry, etc.   

Anon I'm like a sailor,  
And wear old Canvas clothing,  
And then I say  
The Dunkirks away,  
took all and left me nothing:  
Six ships set all upon us,  
Against which we bravely ventured,  
And long withstood,  
Yet could do no good,  
Our ship at length they entered.  
And therefore I cry good your worship good sir  
Bestow one poor denier sir:  
which when I've got,  
at the pipe and por, etc.   

The second part, To the same tune.  

SOmetime I like a Cripple  
Upon the ground lie crawling,  
for money I beg,  
as wanting a leg  
To bear my corpse from falling,  
Then seem I weak of body,  
And long t'have been diseased,  
And make complaint,  
As ready to faint,  
And of my griefs increased,  
And faintly I cry good your worship good, sir●  
Bestow one poor desire sir,  
which when I've got,  
at the Pipe and Pot,  
I soon will it cashier sir.   

My flesh I so can t●mper,  
That it shall seem to ●eister,  
And look all o'er,  
Like a raw sore,  
Whereon I sticks a ●●ai●●er.  
With blood I 〈…〉 then,  
To feign the ●alling 〈◊〉,  
That 〈◊〉 place  
They pity my case,  
As if it came throuh weakness.  
And then I do cry, etc.   

Then as if my sight I wanted,  
A Boy doth walk beside me,  
Or else I do  
Grope as I go,  
Or have a Dog to guide me:  
And when I'm thus accounted,  
To th' highway sid● I hie me,  
and there I stand  
with cords in my hand,  
And beg of all comes nigh me.  
And earnestly, cry good your worship good sir  
Bestow one poor denier, etc.   

Next to some Country fellow,  
I presently am turned,  
And 〈◊〉 alack  
With a child at my back,  
My house and goods were burned:  
Then me my Doxes follows,  
Who for my wife's believed,  
and along we●two  
together go,  
With such mischances grieved.  
And still w● do cry good your worship, etc.   

What though I cannot labour,  
Shall I therefore pine with hanger  
No, rather than I  
〈…〉 here I lie?  
I'l● b●g of th● money monger,  
〈…〉 troubl●  
My m●nde, nor 〈…〉 me,  
 
 
●Twill ●ut a w●ite disp●ea●● me,  
And still● wi●● try good your worship good●  
Be●●●w one, etc.   

No tricks at all shall scape me,  
But I will by my maunding,  
Get some relief  
To ease my grief,  
When by the highway standing:  
'tis better be a Beggar,  
And ask of kind good fellows,  
A rid honestly have  
What we do crave,  
then steal and go to''th' Gallows:  
Therefore I'll cry good your worship good sir,  
Bestow one poor denier sir.  
Which where 〈…〉  
At the 〈…〉.  
I soon will it cash 〈…〉     

Printed at London for F. Coules.