The French man gulled of his Gold OR A warning for whore-hunters.  
Showing how a French man newly come into England, to see the fashion of our country, fell in Love with a Night walking Lady, saying he had two hundred pieces in gold about him, which rejoiced this Lady's heart to hear, so after some words between them he gives her the gold in her Lap, she promises to have him to her Chamber, has him to a Tavern door on the street side and bids him stay there while she went in to c●ear her Chamber which he willing too, she marches through the house at a back door into an Alley where she left the French man to shift for himself, which was but a sorry shift, which is as followeth.  
To the Tune of a Fig for France,  
 

COme all you gallants listen well  
A merry jest I will you tell  
'Tis of a Frenchman and a whore  
The like you never heard before,  
The jest was acted so complete  
'Twill make you l●u●h till you do sweat  
Then French men take a special care  
How you do trade with English ware.   

A French man as it doth appear  
Did come to try his fortune here  
And with his brags he did unfold  
He had two hundred pound in gold  
With flaxen Periwig did he  
Walk through the streets most gallantly  
With a Muff and Rapier by his side  
As if he were a God of pride,   

Then in a rage he deeply swore  
He would go see an English whore  
The Moon it seemed to shine bright  
Which made him walk with great delight  
Into moorfield's he took his way  
Where he espied a Lady gay,  
They say the English hates the French  
But i'll know that by th●s same wench.   

Then unto her he stepped straight  
And these same words he did relate  
Madam quoth he and please your will  
To let me have of you my fill  
And if to me you will agree  
I will be bountiful and free,  
I'd have you know the Lady said  
I am no whore but still a maid.   
 

EXcuse me Madam in this case  
My thoughts don't judge as you are base  
For out of France I lately came  
To get a wife that is my aim,  
And if that you can fancy me  
Two hundred pound I will give thee,  
Then prithee Lady fancy me  
And i'll maintain thee gallantly.   

With that this Whore she did reply  
A Frenchman will both swear and lie  
You talk of hundreds where you go  
But not a penny for to show  
She with such speeches was so bold  
That he to her did show his Gold,  
Nay then thought she Gold out of France  
Will make me play an English Dance.   

What is your will with me she said  
Since I so long have lived a Maid,  
'Tis not your glistering Gold so bright  
Shall tempt me with you to delight,  
Except that you will straight agree  
When you have done to marry me,  
I that I will the French man said,  
Then prithee dearest bened afraid.   

I w●ll not take your word quoth she  
For when you have done away you'll flee  
O no my sweeting understand  
My Gold thou shalt h●ld in thy hand  
For I am in a mighty heat  
Here take it till I have done the feat  
She takes his Gold and then said here  
Go with me to my Lodging sure.   

He took her by the hand and went  
With her be seemed to be content,  
And as in hand in hand they go  
Whether she led him he did not know,  
For she did lead him up a Lane  
That he forgot from whence he came  
The Frenchman swore all is not well  
For thou wilt lead me into hell.   

O no my Dear the Lady said  
Of this same place be not afraid  
But stand thee here at thi● same door  
While I do step thee in before  
To see where there my Chambers clear  
And then i'll call thee in my Dear:  
But now to see it is cunning Whore  
She slipped out at the back door.   

And there the French man stayed in vain  
For not his Lady came again  
When his patience no longer would proceed  
He knocked at the door with speed  
The Maid of the house asked who was there  
Quoth he I am your only Dear,  
Then with a Mopstick in her hand  
She knocked him down where he did stand   

And then she hid him for to go  
Unto his Whore as he did know  
And then the Frenchman up and told  
He'd lost two hundred pound in Go●d  
Which when the people his tale heard  
They told ●im he was tightly served  
Which made him with his French tongue yal  
And Rogues and Whores he did them call.   

The Frenchman he did look as pale  
Just like Dog without his tail  
The loss of his Money put him in fears  
He wished in the Room he had lost his Ears  
He with the stones did nigh enclose  
For he fell down and broke his Nose  
Which made him for to curse and swear  
He'd ne'er trade more with English Ware.    

Printed for John Clerk at the Harp and Bible in West-Smith-field.