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Black-letter Broadside Ballads Of The years 1595-1639

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By crossing the Sea, Inriched are they,
thus still multipled is their treasure. So they may get gaine, They care not for paine,
but they are not of my opinion: Though small be my wealth, I pray still for health,
but the Welchman he still loues an Onyon.
4   The Taylor1 loues bread With a bottom of thred:
his sheares, his needle and thimble: The sawyer his Saw, And the Miser loues Law,
the Carpenter he loues his wimble: The Cooper his ads, The children their Dads,
but this still is my chiefe opinion, To be merry and wise, And trust mine owne eyes,
but the Welchman he still loues an Onyon.
5   The Thrasher his flaile,2 The Spanyel his taile,
the Carman his whip and his whistle: The Butcher his dogge, the Swineherd his hogge,
the Bore delights for to brissle: the Rorer his wench, The Lecher the French,
pray let them both packe with a winion: For I loue my health, As the Farmer loues wealth,
or the Welchman a peece of an Onyon.
1 Text Taylors.                     2 No comma in the text.
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