The fourth song, being a fictitious Relation.
[1]
Let every man beware, for fear of stout Hugh Nunnick,
To speak ill of his Cornwall, or to dispraise Boconnick.
For he's a Cornish Chaugh, and not of it ashamed,
And born was near Boconnick at a place needs not be named.
2
He hath been very merry all from the mount to Lanston,
Where about many a May-pole, and many a green he hath danc'd on,
At Lestithel, and Bodman, at Truro, and Polmagon
The courteous Lad Polwheel and he have tossed many a Flagon.
3
He plaid at foils before his Worship Sir Iohn Trelany,
Where on the eyes, and foreheads, and mouthes he hit a many.
There was a cudgel-play not long since at Penwarden,
Where he did break a Constables head, and the shins of a Churchwarden.
4
At Foy, he almost lost his eyes with too much laughter,
When he was at the wedding of Pru the Mayors fair daughter.
He was invited to venison, but the Pasty being open,
There nought was in't but Apples, and they but meanly soken.
5
At Tap-houses he drank Syder with the old Lord Roberts Brewer,
And cuft him ere he parted, for saying he was truer:
Then the Hostesse railed, and said that he was foxed:
She ly'd like a stinking Baggage; he could have drunk an Hogshead.
6
At Okehampton town old Sherry gave him the staggers,
Where he was so unruly, they lodg'd him among the Beggars.
At Exeter a Chine of beef he had, the first he eat on;
And you my friends that hear this song, he swore it was a great one.
He spent his money in rambling, and so was fain to rook on
Al the way from Salssbury until he came to Okeham;
Where he lives very merry; For he is that town Carrier,
And never left his trade but once, to be Grave Maurice Warrier.
