The North country-tailor caught in a Trap OR, A Fool and his Money soon parted.  
Being a m●rry composed ditty of a tailor that went up to London to seek his Fortune, but he meeting with one of the City Mobs, who made him believe she was a maid, but two of her Companions gulled him of thirty pound, and got all his clothes, and gave him a few rags in their room: and like a ●ool he went home as he came.  
To the Tune of Du-Vaul's delight, or, Love without Measure.  

 

ALl you that delight to hear a new sonnet,  
Then do bu● draw ne'er and listen a while,  
It is of a tailor now I think upon it.  
This jest will produce from you a smile  
This ●aylor did swe●r he was weary on's life,  
〈◊〉 re he'd to London to get him a wife,  
●●t the 〈◊〉 there for ●im was to nimble  
〈◊〉 did think with them for to dissemble,  
cause he h●● his pockets w●ll lined with Gold.   

●●m self he did make a suit of the new fashion  
〈◊〉 ja Gentleman ●hen he did cry,  
〈◊〉 I c●m again I will see every Nation,  
〈…〉 did my fortune to try,  
〈◊〉 down with his shears & his yard he did fling  
He walk'● on the Road he did merrly sing,  
●till that he came to London fair City  
●●re did he spy many things so pretty.  
●e heart was in a maze the same for to fee.   

Thus up and down the streets he went 〈◊〉  
With looking 〈◊〉 aring was ready to fall,  
At length a Lady did meet him the which did amaze him  
Because that countryman she did him call,  
Where are you a walking she to him did cry,  
How doth all our f●iends in your Country,  
Thus she look acqu●intance tho she did not know him,  
And by the hand did take him & would not forgo him,  
But a ●u● they must have before they depart.   

Thus h● was led like a shop to the slaughter  
With many new fancie● she did him feed,  
She told him she was a rich merchant's daughter  
find of no means she did stand in need,  
Which made the tailor to think a rare prize he had (got,  
Than he calls for Tobacco and Pot after Pot,  
Tap●●er quoth he I prithee be quicker  
And do not spare to bring us in liquour,  
For I have got money for to pay for all.    

The Second Part  
to the same Tune,  

THis Lady did hear what he had spoken  
And sé●ing his money so bravely to shine,  
She gave him twenty kisses in sign of love's token  
and drunk unto him a whole glass of wine.  
This Lap or was so sochant his money did throw  
About the house as if silver did grow,  
He never did dream of what would come after  
For she filled his heart with joy and good ●aught●r,  
But at length all his mirth to sor●ow did turn.   

For when the strong liquour had wort in his noddle  
Cupid in his Codpi●●e began for to move  
And he could not ride without ere a saddle,  
Oh than he did court her, and call her his l●ve  
Then straight to a bed this couple would go,  
But before that his work he could fall ●nto  
Up comes to roisters swearing and stamping  
And in their hands two swords they had bearing  
What rogue is this that doth lie with my wife.   

The tailor stood shaking trembling and quaking  
Just like a dog that new burnt his tail,  
Then by the ears one of them did take him  
Which made the poor tailor to look very pale,  
Then straight he drew his swo●d to c●t out his stones  
Which he might easi●y do for they had no bone●,  
But the tailor cried out oh spare them for p●tty  
For I before was ne'er in this Cit●p  
And if I was out on'●id● ne'er come again.   

Here take my money and if you'll believe me  
I did not think but she had been a ma●●;  
To part with the same it will never grieve me  
Although I did work hard for't at my trade.  
I but quoth they this shall not serve your turn  
Then the tailor began to ring his hands & mourn  
Oh for pities sake first time excuse me  
I am a poor tailor do not base me,  
Take all I have so my life you will free.   

No sirrah quoth one this shall not so free you  
And All for the wrong thou hast done to my wi●e  
A hundred pound pay me let me advise th●e,  
Or I promise thee true it shall cost thee thy life  
Alas quoth the tailor in troth I can't do't  
Take what ●●ny I have and my clothes to booed  
My lie quoth he will do you small pleasure  
You had better be contented with a little treasure  
You can have no more of a Cat b●t her skin.   

So they look all his money and stripped him naked  
And gave him a few old rags to put on,  
So tha● v●u● cost him 30 pound I heard him speak  
And yet for his money he had ne'er a good turn  
And glad he was that he scaped from them so  
Tho they got his money and ●●ke his clothes two,  
Thus he was fooled out of all his money  
He that pays so dear for Hare or yet coney,  
I think he had need eat the bones and all.   

Therefore let all tailors henceforth be wiser  
How they go to London their fortunes to try,  
It is not good to be two much a Miser  
Nor yet his money in vain for to let fly,  
For now he is ready to cut his own throat  
And is fain to work hard all day for a groat,  
And when he takes one inch he'd need take twenty  
Before he gets so much money it ●●s not so plenty,  
Woe betide the garment the which he doth make.   

So'to conclude you may see how this tailor  
The which was so gallon was quickly made poor.  
He might a took w●rring by wilful James Naylor,  
That sp●nt nine hundred pound on a Whore.  
And when that his means he had wasted away  
She l●ft●h ● in the lurch to sigh and to say,  
Far well my money and farewell my treasure  
For I have paid dear for a little pleasure  
But i'll come no more their for a trick that I know.     

Printed for R. Burton at the horse-shoe in West-Smith-field.