A merry Progress to London to see Fashions, by a young Country Gallant, that had more Money than Wit.  
To the tune of, Riding to Rumford.  
 

MY Mother to Heaven is gone,  
ten Pounds she gave me;  
Now never a Penny's left,  
as God shall have me:  
Yet still my heart is free,  
I live at liberty,  
And keep good company,  
taking Tobacco.   

Old Woman, fare thou well,  
thanks for thy kindness,  
My Plough and Cart are gone,  
with my good Geldings:  
I have no foot of Land,  
Nor one Groat at command:  
Which way then shall I stand  
to a pipe of Tobacco?   

My Purse will chink no more,  
my Pocket's empty:  
I am turned out of door;  
farewell good Company.  
Friendship now slender grows,  
Poverty ●●●th those  
That for Drink sell their clothes  
and for Tobacco.   

My Cloak is laid to pawn,  
with my old Dagger:  
M●sta●● quite o'erthrown,  
how shall I swaggert  
〈…〉 what I can,  
〈…〉 Coward tho,  
But prove myself a man,  
at a ●●pe of Tobacco.   

〈◊〉 Satin ●ure  
〈…〉 a Penny.  
〈…〉 ●ant● may brag it brave:  
〈…〉 as any.   

What though my Credit's lost,  
Yet can I find a Post  
Still to score with mine Host,  
for a pipe of Tobacco.   

Upon a proper Nag  
daintily paced;  
To London first I came,  
all with Gold laced:  
Then with my Punk each day,  
Road I to see a Play;  
There went my Gold away,  
taking Tobacco.   

Twenty good Sheep I brought,  
left by my Mother:  
Cawes and Lambs, Cows & Calves,  
one with the other:  
With which I paid a shot,  
For a Pipe and a Pot:  
All these were bravely got,  
and spent in Tobacco.   

No companion was I then  
for clownish Carters:  
I wore embroidered Hose,  
with golden Garters:  
My Siluer-hatched Sword,  
Made me swear like a Lord,  
Come Rogue, (at every word)  
fill me Tobacco.   

The Second part of the merry Progress to London.  
To the same tune.  
 

THen tracing the gallant Streets  
of London City,  
A Damsel me kindly greets,  
courteous and witty:  
She like a singing Lark,  
Led me into the dark,  
Where I soon paid a Mark  
for a Pipe of Tobacco.   

To Smithfield then gallantly  
took I my journey,  
Where I left soon behind  
part of my Money:  
There I found out a Punk,  
With whom I was so drunk,  
That my Purse bottom shrunk  
away with Tobacco.   

Pickthatch and Clarken-well,  
made me so merry,  
Until my Purse at last;  
began to grow weary:  
Yellow-starcht bonny Kate,  
with her fine nimble pate,  
Coosond me of my plate,  
with a pipe of Tobacco.   

Then for Good-fellowship,  
to Garden-ally,  
I hied me to search for  
Daughters of folly:  
There I found roaring Boys,  
with their fair Female joys:  
And the Devil making toys  
to take Tobacco.   

After, to Shores-ditch then,  
stood I beholding:  
Where I found sinner's store,  
of the Devils moulding:  
I speak for no slander,  
The Punk and her Pander,  
Like a Goose and her Gander,  
took whiffs of Tobacco.   

To Saint Katharus passed I 〈◊〉  
not without trouble:  
Where my Purse lashed out,  
drinking Beer double:  
A Tester for each Toast  
paid I there to my Host▪  
And the Sauce to my cost,  
was a Crown for to Tobacco.   

To Ratcliffe and Wapping then.  
went I for Shipping;  
Where as a Lass lovingly  
gave me a whipping:  
There was a bonny Wench,  
Struck a Nail would not clench,  
That taught me fively French,  
taking Tobacco.   

Then strait to Westminster  
made I adventure,  
To find Good fellows (who)  
willed me to enter,  
Where I felt such a smoke,  
As might the Devil choke,  
There went away my Cloak,  
with the smoke of Tobacco.   

Bacward to Barbican  
quickly I hasted:  
There met I honest john,  
My Money being wasted:  
A Pipe and a Pot (quoth he)  
My friend I'll bestow on thee;  
Then le's to Nobody,  
there's the best Tobacco.   

Now farewell Good-fellowship,  
London I leave thee:  
Never more whilst I live,  
shall they deceive me.  
Every Street, every Lane,  
Holds me in disdain,  
London hath wrought my bane,  
so farewell Tobacco.    
Finis.   

Imprinted at London for ●. White.