The Great Boobee.  

To a pleasant New Tune: Or, Sallengers' Round.  
 

MY Friend, if you will understand  
my Fortunes what they are,  
I once had cattle, House, and Land,  
but now I am never the near;  
My Father left a good estate,  
as I may tell to thee,  
I cozened was of all I had,  
like a great Boobee.   

I went to School with a good intent,  
and for to learn my Book,  
And all the day I went to play,  
in it I never did look:  
Full seven years, or very nigh,  
as I may tell to thee,  
I could hardly say my Christ-Cross-Row,  
like a great Boobee.   

My Father then in all the haste,  
did set me to the Blow,  
And for to lash the Horse about,  
indeed I knew not how:  
My Father took his Whip in his hand,  
and sound lashed me,  
He called me Fool and Country Clown,  
and great Boobee.   

But I did from my Father run,  
for I will Blow no more,  
Because he had so slashed me,  
and made my sides so sore:  
But I will go to London Town,  
some Vashions for to see,  
When I came there they called me Clown  
and great Boobee.   

But as I went along the street,  
I carried my Hat in my hand,  
And to every one that I did meet,  
I bravely bust my hand:  
Some did laugh, and some did scoff,  
and some did mock at me,  
And some did say I was a Woodcock,  
and a great Boobee.   

Then did I walk in haste to Paul's,  
the Steeple for to view,  
Because I heard some people say,  
it should be builded new;  
Then I got up unto the top,  
the City for to see,  
It was so high it made me cry,  
like a great Boobee.    

The second part, to the same Tune.  

FRom thence I went to Westminster,  
and for to see the Tombs,  
Oh, said I, what a house is here,  
with an infinite sight of Rooms?  
Sweetly the Abbey Bells did ring,  
it was a fine sight to see,  
Methought I was going to Heaven in a string,  
like a great Boobee.   

But as I went along the street,  
the most part of the day,  
Many Gallants did I meet,  
methought they were very gay:  
I blew my Nose, and pissed my Hose,  
some people did me see,  
They said I was a Beastly Fool,  
and a great Boobee.   

Next day I through Pie-corner past,  
the Roast-meat on the Stall,  
Invited me to take a taste,  
my Money was but small:  
The Meat I picked, the Cook me kicked,  
as I may tell to thee,  
He beat me sore, and made me roar,  
like a great Boobee.   

As I through Smithfield lately walked,  
a gallant Lass I met,  
Familiarly with me she talked,  
which I cannot forget:  
She proffered me a pint of Wine,  
methought she was wondrous free,  
To the Tavern than I went with her,  
like a great Boobee.   

She told me we were near of Kin,  
and called for Wine good store,  
Before the reckoning was brought in,  
my Cousin proved a Whore:  
My Purse she picked, and went away,  
my Cousin cozened me,  
The Vintner kicked me out of door,  
like a great Boobee.   

At the Exchange when I came there,  
I saw most gallant things,  
I thought the Pictures living were  
of all our English Kings:  
I doffed my Hat, and made a Leg,  
and kneeled on my Knee,  
The people laughed, and called me Fool,  
and great Boobee.   

To Paris Garden than I went,  
where there is great resort,  
My pleasure was my punishment,  
I did not like the sport:  
The Garden Bull with his stout horns,  
on high then tossed me,  
I did bewray myself with fear,  
like a great Boobee.   

The Bear-heard went to save me then,  
the people flocked about,  
I told the Bear-garden-men,  
my guts were almost out:  
They said I stunk most grievously,  
no man would pity me,  
They called me witless Fool and Ass,  
and great Boobee.   

Then o'er the Water did I pass,  
as you shall understand,  
I dropped into the Thames alas,  
before I came to Land:  
The Waterman did help me out,  
and thus thus did say to me,  
'Tis not thy fortune to be drowned,  
like a great Boobee.   

But I have learned so much wit,  
shall shorten all my cares,  
If I can but a Liscence get,  
to play before the Bears:  
'Twill be a gallant place indeed,  
as I may tell to thee,  
Than who dares call me Fool or Ass,  
or great Boobee.     

Printed for F. Coles, in Wine-street, on Safforn-hill, near Hatton-Garden.