Pride, the bane of human creatures

Proud Hogen-Mogens, we will make you bow (by Mrs. E. P.)

Quaker's Ballad, The (=All in the Land of Essex).

Rejoyce, Rejoyce, brave English boys! .

Remember [O thou] man! (Cf. Forbes's Songs & Fancies)
Reprieved Captive (qu. if= Redeemed Captive)
Robin [Hood] is to the greenwood gone.

Robin, lend me thy bow, thy bow!

tune, 336, 353, 549 261 Introd. XX

.tune, 964

Room, room,
for great Algernon! (Loyal Song: Pluto's Entertainment). 784
Round about the hollow tree
Round, boys, a bumper to Lorraine

Round, boys, round!

Roundheads and Cuckolds come dig, come dig!

964

264

and tune, 922

Sad was the day, although clear was the weather (reserved, for Amanda), 920 Sawney, Sawney, whither away?

Scotch Virago, The (An Anglo-Scotch song)

Scottish Lady, The (Ill tide this cruel Peace)

See how the Tories drive their Trade!

Shall every Jack and every Jill, that rides in state up Holborn-hill.

Sike a wife as Willy had!

Since arrival, proclaiming, and crowning are o'er
Since Drolling is grown such a Trade in the town
Since Muddiman the gainful Trade laid down
Since Popery of late is so much in debate (by Walter
Since Reformation with Whig's in fashion

Sitting beneath the shade of the mirtle blooming tree
Smectymnuus! the goblin makes me start (by John Cleveland)
So wo is me begon.

Some blooming honour get (by Tom D'Urfey)

Some women are like to the wine

Sound the Trumpet, sound the Trumpet! (Loyal Song)

Southampton. tune (qu. = Bragandary=O women, wanton women), 923, 994

That all men are beggars we plainly may see (by Roome and Young)
That little patch upon your face (music by John Weldon)

The aphorisms of Galen I count but as straws (Merry Drollery)
The Courtiers scorn us Country-Clowns.

The Crown's far too weighty for shoulders of eighty (by Tom D'Urfey)
The glorious day is come (by Tom D'Urfey)
The Golden Age is come! (by Tom D'Urfey).
The Hunt is up, the Hunt is up!

The joys of this day one and fifty year (in Bagford Coll., not reprinted). 741
The mercy of God.
Introd. XVII, XXIII, XXIV

The mighty Lord that rules in Heaven (by Laurence Price)

The Miller he caught the maid by the toe

The night before Larry was stretched (by Dean Burroughs?)

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529

tune, 416, 1096

The Old Wife she sent to the Miller her daughter (by Tom D'Urfey) 527 The Paip, that Pagane full of pryde (with burden of Hey trix) Introd. XXXV The Pawkie auld Carle cam ower the lee (by James V.?)

192, 209 The Ruffin cly the Nab of the Harmanbeck! (Beggar's Canting song) 192 The safety of the King and 's royal Throne 840

The sun had loos'd his weary team (by Tom D'Urfey) and tune, 249, 769
The tender infant, meek and mild (burlesque, by Dr. Sam Johnson) Introd. XXXVIII
The wind blaws cald, furious and bald
also tune, Introd. XXIII
933

There came up a Lass from a Country Town.
There happen'd of late a terrible fray (reserved for Civil War Series) 300, 1080
There is a fine Doctor now come to town

There was a Country Gallant, that wasted had his talent (by L. Price)
There was a Doctor of Antient Fame (a Loyal Song)

There was a jolly Beggar, and a begging he was boun' (by James V. ?)
There was a Lady in the North-country

There was a London Gentlewoman, that lov'd a country-man, etc..
There was a maid, that was a jade (by Sir Henry Taylor)

There was a Mayde come out of Kent

There was a monstrous Doctor (Loyal Song, against T. Oates)

There was a wealthy old Broker of late.

There was a Youth, and a well-beloved Youth

There's a difference to be seen (probably by Tom Dibdin)

There's ne'er a lad in our town

They talk of raptures, flames, and darts (Poems on State-Affairs)

This will restore my Maidenhead again

Though bootless, I must needs complain

534 265

1090

192

Though the town does abound so with Plots and with Shams (L.Song) 2nd Div 928 Through the cool shady woods, as I was ranging (by J. P.)

479

Thy presence, dear friend, I have well understood (by Laurence Price) 262, 265
Till our gudeman, till our gudeman, keip faith and love, etc.. Introd. XXIII
Timothy Dash, the Scrivener's apprentice
'Tis good to be merry and wise!

To a sad story now give ear!.

To all men now I'le plainely show (by Richard Crimsall)
To Christians all I greeting send (reserved for Civil War Series)
To hold with the Hare, and run with the Hound

To Houghton-Hall, some days since

To London once my steps I bent

To the Blind Virgin of fourscore (by Richard Brome)
To thee, Tom Brown!

(apocryphal) tune, 928

984

To you, as fast as verses feet can move
To you, both old and young (by Thomas Lanfiere).
To you, dear Brothers, who in vain (Anti-Jacobite Song).
To you, dear Father, and our home (by Roome and Young)

(On Lord-Keeper Orl. Bridgman) 880

To you, dear Jemmy, at Lorraine (Anti-Jacobite Song)

To you, dear Ormond, cross the sea (Ibid.)

To you, dear Topers, at the Court (Ibid.)

To you, fair Ladies, now in Town.

Το you, fair Traders now ashore (A South-Sea ballad)

To you, gay folks in London town.

Tom a Lin, and his wife, and his wife's mother

Tom and William, with Ned and Ben

Tom the Taylor, near the Strand

Topsie-Turvie, hey down derry! (reserved for Civil War Series)

True subjects all rejoyce! (a Trunk-ballad, reserved for Civil War Series)
Tune the viol! touch the lute! (by Nahum Tate)
'Twas at the fearful midnight hour (=Silent midn. hour; by D. Mallet).
Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won (by Dryden)
'Twas on the day when Kings did fight (by D. P. Starkey)
'Twas when the Seas were roaring (by John Gay, etc.).

Under five hundred Kings three Kingdoms groan
Under the Greenwood Tree

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480 809

139 810

341

272

839, 840

tune (=Caper and ferk it), 408

Unfortunate Strephon, well may'st thou complain.
Up go we!= Hey boys, up go we!
Upon a Summer time

Upon a sunshiny Summer's day (by Tom D'Urfey)

Valiant Jockey's march'd away! (by Tom D'Urfey)

Walking by a Christal fountain
Wally on't

Was ever Knight for Ladie's sake

Was ever the like in any age known?

. a Scotch tune=Daniel Cooper, 603

Water parted from the sea (in Dr. Arne's Artaxerxes, 1763) tune, Int. XXXVIII
We bipeds, made up of frail clay (by Tom Dibdin)

We take no thought, we have no care (by Thomas Ravenscroft)
We, who descended from that noble Dame (reserved for Amanda text)
Welcome to all the pleasures that delight

Well met, my loving brother Jack.

Well met, pretty Betty, my joy and my dear (by Thomas Lanfiere).
Well, 'tis as Bickerstaffe has guess'd (Elegy on John Partridge)
We'll welcome you to Yarrow

Wet and weary

Wha is at my Chamber dore? O Widow, are ye wauking?
What ayles the Anabaptists? (by I. P.).

What ayles thee, old fool? why dost thou not drink? (by Walter Pope,
What should a Young Woman do with an Old Man? (cf. Burns)
What strange affections have my thoughts (by Laurence Price)
When all was wrapt in dark midnight (by David Mallet).
When cannons are roaring

848

. 287 . 814 .tune, 603 .tune, 323 Introd. XXIII

M.D.) 648 978

.tune, 921

When Fame brought the news of Great Britain's success (by J. Cunningham)
When first Mardyke was made a prey (reserved for Civil War Series)
When first my dear Johny cam' to this town

978

139

534

When Flora with her fragrant flowers

When Hope lay hush'd in silent night (by David Mallet)

When I call to mind those jovial days (by Laurence Price)

When I hear a trumpet sound (by J. P.)

When it was grown to dark midnight (in Beaumont and Fletcher's comedy)

When Maids live to thirty, and never repent

When Oliver, that Imp of Mars (Bo-Peep: for Civil War Series

Who does not extol our Conquest Marine?

Who fears to speak of Ninety-eight? Who blushes at the name?
Who list to reade the deeds by valiant Welsh-men done?
Why are my eyes still flowing?

Will Women's vanities never have end? (by Dr. James Smith)

310 310

Will you hear a German Princess, How she chous'd an English Lord?
Will you hear a Spanish Lady, How she lov'd an English-man? .tune,
Will you know why the old Misers adore their coffers of ill-gotten treasure? 933
William, the Miller, who liv'd in the West
With a dildo, dildo, dee (in Choyce Drollery)
With a hie dildo dill, hie ho dildurlie

With a thump, thump, thump!

528, 933

551

and tune, 551

300, 1086 . 623 810

.tune, 310

With favour and fortune fastidiously blest (by Dean Swift)
Wondrous machine! to thee the warbling lute (by Nicholas Brady).
Would you hear a Spanish Lady (= Will you hear, q. vide)

487

Ye Fellows of Newgate, whose fingers (by Thurmond, Gay, or Messink) 192
Ye freemen, and masters, and 'prentices mourn (Loyal Song)
Ye merry hearts, that love to play (by Laurence Price)
Ye Morts and ye Dells (a Beggar's Canting Song).

Yf I had as faire a face as John Willms his daughter hasse
You beauteous Ladies great and small (by Laurence Price)
You faithful Christians, wheresoe'er you be

* 265, 972

192

Introd. XVIII

You Ladies all of merry England (by J. Wilmot, Earl of Rochester)
You Loyal Lovers that are distant (by Laurence Price)
You maidens wild, that are beguil'd (answer to "Not long ago," etc.)
You maids and widdows all a row (by Laurence Price)

You millers, and taylors, and weavers, each one (by John Wade)

You Muses all, your aide to me assigne! (by Laurence Price)

449, 1075

265

923

571

300

506

You noble Lords of high degree

You Poets that write of the Ages thats past (by Laurence Price)
You talk of New England, I truly believe

You that are with jests delighted

You that delight in a jocular song (by Tom D'Urfey)

You that desire Newes (by Laurence Price)

You that in verses do delight, I here have some to read

You Virgins so pretty, hear what I relate

Young man, where are you now? (reserved for Civil War Series)
Young Phaon sate upon the brink

Young Phaon strove the bliss to taste (in "Circe": by Dr. C. Davenant) 506
Your Laddie can't fight, but your Laddie may sing.

"Thou can'st not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in thy smiling, Thy smiles become thee well."-Twelfth Night, ii. 5.

B

AGFORD BALLADS end here, Gentle Readers!

Shake hands, ere you sit down to dine.

Men on books, as on meat, are quick-feeders.
What, no more? Then pray take off your wine.

We've been free from intrusion vulgarian,
City-men and the Curate denied,

Lest they prate still of slaughters Bulgarian,
Aud the Stock-Exchange-Tallows and Hide.

It was pleasant, to slip back two hundred
Past years, from this date Anno D.,

And behold the wise statesmen who blund'red
On "Exclusion" and great" Popish P."
(We're not "Rome-wards," or prone to High-Ritual,
Though we keep all the Non-cons. at bay:
We contentedly swallow our vi't-u-al,

Rememb'ring" each dog has his day").

No doubt, there's a lesson to pick up,

If we now to these ballads take heed; When we see how all Rant ends in hiccough, And Protestant Zeal runs to seed.