n honest good Gentleman, God rest his Soul,
He has that for a Ducket is worth a Pistole,
_With a Ring_, &c.

At Marriages next I'll affirm it and swear,
If the Bride would be private so great was my Care,
That not a Soul knew that the Priest joyn'd the Pair,
_With a Ring_, &c.

When I myself whisper'd and told it about
What Door they'd go in at, what Door they'd go out,
To receive the Salutes of the Rabble and Rout,
_With a Ring_, &c.

At Chris'nings I'll sit with abundance of Joy,
And Drink to the Health of the Girl or the Boy,
At the same I wish that Fate both would destroy,
_That I may Ring_, &c.

What e'er's my Religion, my Meaning's to Thrive,
So the Child that is born, to the Font but survive,
No matter how short it's continuance alive,
_That I may Ring_, &c.

Hear then my good Neighbours attend to my cry,
And bravely get Children, and decently die,
No Sexton now breathing shall use you as I,
_With a Ring a Ring, Ring a Ring, Dig a Dig, Dig._

_The Great_ BOOBEE.

[Music]

My Friend if you would 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 couzened 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 Criss-Cross-Row,
_Like a great Boobee_.

My Father then in all the hast,
Did set me to the Plow;
And for to lash the Horse about,
Indeed I knew not how:
My Father took his Whip in Hand,
And soundly lashed me;
He called me Fool and Country Clown,
_And a great Boobee_.

But I did from my Father run,
For I would Plow no more;
Because he had so lashed me,
And made my sides so sore:
But I will go to _London_ Town,
Some Fashions for to see;
When I came there they call'd me Clown,
_And a 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 Buss'd 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 I did walk in hast 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