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 made me cry, _Like a great Boobee_. From thence I went to _Westminster_, And for to see the Tombs: Oh, said I, what a House is here, With an infinite sight of Rooms: Sweetly the Abby Bells did Ring, It was a fine sight to see; Methought I was going to Heav'n in a String, _Like a great Boobee_. But as I went along the Street, The most part of the Day; Many Gallants I did meet, Methought they were very gay: I blew my Nose and pist my Hose, Some People did me see: They said I was a Beastly Fool: _And a great Boobee_. Next Day I thro' _Pye-corner_ past, The Roast-meat on the Stall; Invited me to take a Taste, My Money was but small: The Meat I pickt, the Cook me kickt, As I may tell to thee; He beat me sore and made me roar, _Like a great Boobee_. As I thro' _Smithfield_ lately walkt, A gallant Lass I met: Familiarly with me she talk't, Which I cannot forget: She proferr'd me a Pint of Wine, Methought she was wondrous free, To the Tavern then I went with her, _Like a great Boobee_. She told me we were near of Kin, And call'd for Wine good store; Before the Reckoning was brought in, My Cousin prov'd a Whore: My Purse she pickt, and went away, My Cousin couzened me, The Vintner kickt me out of Door; _Like a great Boobee_. At the _Exchange_ when I came there, I saw most gallant things; I thought the Pictures living were, Of all our English Kings: I doft my Hat and made a Leg, And kneeled on my Knee; The People laugh'd and call'd me Fool, _And a great Boobee_.