The London-Spy Compleat In Eighteen Parts By the Author of the Trip to Jamaica [i.e. Edward Ward] |
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[Bred up in th'Fields near Lincolns-Inn] |
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[Bred up in th'Fields near Lincolns-Inn]
Bred up in th'Fields near Lincolns-Inn,
Where Vinegar Reigns Master;
The forward Youth does there begin,
A Broken-Head to Lose or Win,
For Shouts or for a Plaister.
Where Vinegar Reigns Master;
The forward Youth does there begin,
A Broken-Head to Lose or Win,
For Shouts or for a Plaister.
For North, or West, he does Contend,
Sometimes his Honour Loses,
Next Night his Credit is regain'd,
Thus Fights till barden'd in the End,
To Bloody Cuts and Bruises.
Sometimes his Honour Loses,
Next Night his Credit is regain'd,
Thus Fights till barden'd in the End,
To Bloody Cuts and Bruises.
When at his Weapons grown expert,
By Bangs and rough Instruction,
To make a Tryal of his Heart,
At Sharps he doth himself exert,
And Dallies with Destruction.
By Bangs and rough Instruction,
To make a Tryal of his Heart,
At Sharps he doth himself exert,
And Dallies with Destruction.
Proud of his Courage and his Skill,
No Champion can out-Brave him,
He dares to Fight, yet Scorns to Kill,
He Guards so Well, and Lives so Ill,
That few know where to have him.
No Champion can out-Brave him,
He dares to Fight, yet Scorns to Kill,
He Guards so Well, and Lives so Ill,
That few know where to have him.
He Glories in his Wounds and Scars,
Like any Flanders Souldier,
And as one Talks of Forreign Wars,
The t'other Boasts of Hockly Jars,
Wherein no Man was bolder.
Like any Flanders Souldier,
And as one Talks of Forreign Wars,
The t'other Boasts of Hockly Jars,
Wherein no Man was bolder.
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He Fought before some Duke or Lord,
With hardy Tom the Weaver:
And Cut him off the Stage at Sword,
The Duke his Manhood to reward,
Presented him a Beaver.
With hardy Tom the Weaver:
And Cut him off the Stage at Sword,
The Duke his Manhood to reward,
Presented him a Beaver.
With Lies he tells his Bloody Feats,
And Bounces like a Bully,
Tho' all his Prizes were but Cheats,
Yet when he with a Coward meets,
He knows he has a Cully.
And Bounces like a Bully,
Tho' all his Prizes were but Cheats,
Yet when he with a Coward meets,
He knows he has a Cully.
Thus backs in Jest, and finds at best,
But little Money coming,
And when his Youthful Days are pass,
His only Refuge is at last,
To follow Theft, or Bumming.
But little Money coming,
And when his Youthful Days are pass,
His only Refuge is at last,
To follow Theft, or Bumming.
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