[17.] A Puritan coming to a Cheese mongers to buy Cheese, when he gave him a tast, he put his hat before his eyes, to say Grace; Nay, says he, I see instead of tasting my Cheese, you intend to make a meal of it. The BEGGARS CHORUS IN THE JOVIAL CREW. To an excellent New Tune.[F. 228] [Illustration] There was a jovial Beggar, [119.] he had a wooden Leg, Lame from his Cradle, and forced for to Beg; _And a Begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go, And a Begging we will go._ A Bag for my Oatmeal, another for my Salt, A little pair of Crutches, to see how I can halt; _And a Begging, &c_ A Bag for my Bread, another for my Cheese, A little Dog to follow me, to gather what I leese. _And a Begging &c_ A Bag for my Wheat, another for my Rye, A little Bottle by my side, to drink when I'm a dry. _And a Begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go, And a Begging we will go._ To _Pimlico_ we'll go, where merry we shall be, With ev'ry Man, a Can in's hand, and a Wench upon his knee. _And a Begging &c_ Seven years I served my old Master Wild, Seven years I begged whilst I was but a Child _And a begging &c_ I had the pretty knack for to wheedle and to cry, By young and by old much pitied e'er was I. _And a begging &c_ Fatherless and Motherless still was my Complaint, And none that ever saw me but took me for a Saint. _And a begging &c_ I begg'd for my Master, and got him store of Pelf, But _Jove_ now be praised, I now beg for myself. _And a begging &c_ Within a hollow Tree I live, and pay no Rent, Providence provides for me, and I am well content. _And a begging &c_ Of all occupations a Beggar lives the best, For when he is a weary, he'll lie him down and rest. _And a begging &c_ I fear no Plots against me, but live in open Cell; Why who woud be a King when a Beggar lives so well? _And a begging &c._ _Printed for_ R. Brooksby _at the_ Golden Ball _in_ Pye-Corner. [Footnote 228: For tune, see Appendix.] [67.] A Company went to an Inne without money, when ye reckoning was to be pay'd, one called his hostesse, asking her what it was: she said two shillings. Then he askt her what one should pay for bloodshed: she answered ten groats. Then, said he, cut my finger and give me y^e rest[F. 229] againe. [Footnote 229: _i.e._ give me the change.]