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Title: A history of vagrants and vagrancy, and beggars and begging;
Year: 1887 (1880s)
Authors: Ribton-Turner, C. J. (Charles James)
Subjects: Tramps Begging Poor laws
Publisher: London, Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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I take my Crutch And rouse from my Couch,Whereas I lay abiding.And still doe I cry, &c. Now like a wandring Souldier(That has ith Warres bin niaymed, With the shot of a Gunne) To Gallants I runneAnd begg Sir helpe the lamed,I am a poore old Souldier,And better times once viewed, Though bare now I goe, Yet many a foe,By me hath bin subdued.And therefore I cry, &c. Although I nere was further Then Kentish Street in Southwarke, Xor ere did see A BatteryMade against any Bulwarke,But with my Trulls and Doxes,Lay in some corner lurking, And nere went abroad But to beg on the road,To keepe my selfe from working.And alwaies to cry, &c. Anon Im like a savior, And weare old Canvas cloathing, And then I say The Dunkerks1 away,Tooke all and left me nothing :Sixe ships set all upon us,Gainst which wee bravely venturd, And long withstood, Yet could doe no good,Our ship at length they enterd. 1 The privateers of Dunkirk were notorious for preying on English merchantships at this period.
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THE CUNNING NORTHERN BEGGAR (circa 1635) AND BEGGAKS AND BEGGING. And therefore I cry good your worship good sirBestow one poore denier sir :Which when Ive got,At the Pipe and Pot, &c. The second part. To the same tune. Sometime I like a CripleUpon the ground lye crawling, For money I begge, As wanting a leggeTo beare my corps from falling,Then seeme I weake of body,And long t have been diseased,And make complaint,As ready to faint,And of my griefes increased,And faintly I cry good your worship good sir,Bestow one poore denier sir, Which when Ive got, At the Pipe and Pot,I soone will it casheere sir. My flesh I so can temper,That it shall seeme to feister, And looke all ore Like a raw sore,Whereon I sticke a plaister.With blood I daub my face then,To faigne the falling sicknesse, That in every place They pitty my case,As if it came through weakenesse,And then I doe cry, &c. Then as if my sight I wanted,A Boy doth walke beside me, Or else I doe Grope as I goeOr have a Dog to gu

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