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IT IS BAD JESTING WITH A HALTER
Saith he I must acknowledge
that I was much too blame, In such a foolish manner
my betters so to Ieere: That here I should haue breath'd my last
it put me in a feare: Your gentle fauours crauing,
and briefely to be plaine, It shall to me a warning bee,
for Iesting so againe, They were three lusty Souldiers, &c.
11 Thus all the City ouer,
by rumour it was spread, E're he could well recouer
that surely he was dead: And that for trueth of certaine,
he like a wretched Elfe, Had by some dire misfortune
vntimely hang'd himselfe: This song therefore it written was,
to cleare all doubts of it, That all may know, it is not so,
he is not dead as yet: But hopes to Hue, content to giue,
and so continue by care to thriue, Ne'r in that perill for to come
of such a hanging fit. They were three lusty Souldiers, &c.
By Robert Guy.
London Printed for F.C.