THE Pretended Country Squire, WITH An Account of his Last WILL and TESTAMENT: Together with a whole Dicar of Legacies bequeathed to his New-found Friends; who at length, to their unspeakable Sorrow, are left in the Lurch.  
To the Tune or, Merry and Glad.  

Lice-sed according to Order.   

1.  
COme listen, while I here unfold  
as strange a Prank as e're was known,  
Of one being Fifty-five years Old,  
who near Temple-Bar wandered all alone.   

2.  
The Grave appearance of his Face,  
and clothed in a dejected Weed,  
strait caused a Baker near that place,  
to ask him of what he stood in need.   

3.  
I lack a Lodging Sir, he cried,  
as being but a Stranger here:  
The Baker immediately replied,  
thou art welcome to me, kind Friend, ne'er fear.   

4.  
This kindness he could not deny,  
he never stood disputing long,  
'twas good to embrace a Friend, for why,  
his Pockets was but, two Shillings strong.   

5.  
Now while he was residing there,  
in hopes to live at a Splendid rate,  
He did to the Baker then declare,  
that he was a Man of a vast Estate.   

6.  
Quoth he, I stand engaged this day,  
for full five hundred pounds, or more,  
The which I have sworn I'll never pay,  
although I have thousands lies by in store.   

7.  
'tis for this cause I do abscond,  
and come to London in this sort:  
The Baker of such a Guest grew fond,  
believing his feigned and false Report.   

8.  
At length this Spark fell Sick and weak,  
and they no Costs or Charges spare,  
For learned Physicians with speed they seek,  
the better to show their indulgent Care.   

9.  
At their own Cost, they purchased free,  
what ever Art or Skill could name,  
Supposing their languishing Guest to be  
a Country Squire of worth and famed.   

10.  
The Baker in Sobs did sigh full sore,  
grieving for him with melting eye,  
And being Collector of the Poor,  
he brought a kind Brother to weep likewise   

11.  
With Sobs they did his Chamber fill,  
nothing but bitter sighs he hears,  
At which he resolved to make his Will,  
to gratify them for all their Tears.   

12.  
He thus begins with Christian care,  
and gives them all to understand,  
A Cousen he means to make his Heir  
now of his head manor, House and Land.   

13.  
The honest Baker next he willed,  
to have a branch of his Estate,  
In token of Love which he beholded,  
in Christian-like friendship from him of late.   

14.  
The Bakers Wife, Son, Daughter dear,  
be many hundred pounds did leave,  
A Generous Soul he did appear,  
each reckond they had not much cause to grieve   

15.  
He left them Horses, House and Land,  
his tender love did so abound,  
So much as the Nurse, we understand,  
he left the sum of a hundred pound.   

16.  
The Master would not let his Boy  
come near the Squire while Sick he lay,  
Lest he should a Legacy then enjoy,  
to set up a Bake-house another day.   

17.  
His Gifts, we see, were not a few,  
no Man was e're more kind than he;  
Nay, he left them Rings and Mourning too,  
so Liberal was he in each degree.   

18.  
For a Rich Coffin strait they go,  
his Sp●endid Glory they'd not blast;  
Twelve pounds on the same they did bestow,  
but here comes the Devil of all at last.   

19.  
This Sham-pretended Squires Love,  
was found e're he was laid in Grave.  
Since he an Impastor thus did pr●ve.  
now never a Penny they're like to have.   

20.  
His new Friends in a Rage did say,  
they never knew so vile a Cheat;  
Therefore his Rich Coffin they took away,  
and hardly alford him a Winding-Sheet.    

Printed for P. Brocksly. J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back. 1692.