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Before that Adam in Paradise he
Had tasted of the forbidden Tree;,
It was unlawful for any to Kill,

Or the Blood of living Creatures to spill:
The Fruit and the Herbs were ordained
Whereby they should be sustained,
Without any Strangling,

Or Killing and Mangling

Each Creature;

Can any Maxim be greater,

For the Gardiners chiefest Praise?

The Metropolitan Gardiners Trade,
While Earth continues, can never Fade;
For from the Ground we raise up a store,
To pleasure the Rich, and nourish the Poor:
Our Trade is the World's Physician,
To suit each Patient's Condition;

For whatever ceases,

We heal most Diseases
Of all Men,

That happens, or ever befal Men:
Thus we Gardiners gain the Praise.

The skilful Doctors might pick their Nails,
If ever the Trade of the Gardiners fails;
For by our Herbs, the rarest Compounds
Are made to cleanse, and to heal the Wounds:
That incident happens to any,

And is well known unto many,
That have been pained,

And sorely complained

Of Sorrow,

Yet have found Ease on the Morrow:
Thus we Gardiners gain the Praise.

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The Second PART.

N the Gardiners Paradise sweetly grows,

IN Carnations, Pinks, and the Damask Rose;

With hundreds of Flowers, whose fragrant Scent
Enjoyns in one for to yield Content:

Where Mortals may ravish their Senses,
With Odours and sweet Influences
That comes from the Flowers,
Which favouring Showers
Sets Springing,

And pretty Birds are singing,
Pleasant Notes in the Gardiners Praise,

All sorts of Apples, with Pears and Mulberries,
Nuts, Grapes and Pippins, with black and red
Cherries;

Rare Peaches, Plumbs, Apricocks and Quinces,
To Pleasure the Eye and the Pallate of Princes :
Can any possess such a Treasure,

And not be enjoyed with Pleasure;

Where Currants and Gooseberries,
Rasberries and Strawberries

Invites you,

Then taste of the Fruit that Delights you,
And you'll render the Gardiners Praise.

What Flesh is fitting for Man to Eat,
Until our Herbs do savour the Meat?
To Roast or Boil'd, they answer both,
As Sawce and Sallads, and Herbs for Broth,
Our fragrant Garden presents you
Each several Kinds to content you ;
Baum, Thime, Winter-Savory,
Mint, Sage, and Rosemary,
Whose Sweetness

Orders the Food with Compleatness:
This aspires the Gardiners Praise.

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What Plants and Roots, and various things,
To pleasure the World in the Garden Springs;
The Artichoak, Cabbage and Colliflower,
And Coleworts, our Garden affords a power:
With Parsnips, and Carrots, and Onions,
Young Cucumbers, Beets and Muskmelons;
And all things to eat

IV Vith those kinds of Meat
That's Ordained,

Or in the VVorld is contained :
Thus we Gardiners gain the Praise.

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Ell I'll say that for Sir William Butler's Bald

W Colt,

He's as good as any's in the Town a;

Nay, more than that, Sir William Butler's Bald Colt Has kick'd many a Man down a.

Toll, toll, &c.

My Gaffer Hunt ran after Sir William Butler's Bald Colt,

Crying out, Ho, Ball, Ho stand a;

Why, that was as much as to say, as if Sir William Butler's Bald Colt,

VVas at my Gaffer Hunt's Command a.

Toll, toll, &c.

Sir William Butler's Bald Colt clapt his Ears in his Pole,

And ran most lamentable;

But for my Gaffer Hunt to catch Sir William Butler's Bald Colt,

G-z-s he was not able.

Toll, toll, &c.

My Gaffer Hunt follow'd Sir William Butler's bald Colt,

As far as Ensham Church a;

And if my Gaffer Hunt had caught Sir William Butler's bald Colt,

He had claw'd his Arse with Birch a.

Toll, toll, &c.

Or if he had'nt claw'd his Arse with Birch,

He had firk'd his Cods with Holly;

But for my Gaffer Hunt to set his VVit to Sir William

Butler's bald Colt,

G-z-s, 'twas but a Folly.
Toll, toll, &c.

At last Sir William Butler's bald Colt

Jump'd into another Man's Ground a ;

And there my Gaffer Hunt he caught Sir William Butler's bald Colt,

And put him into the Pound a.

Toll, toll, &c.

En

ENFIELD Common,

N Enfield Common, I met a VVoman,

ON

A bringing North-Hall VVater to the Town;

Said I fair Maiden, you're heavy laden,

I'll light and give you ease in a Green Gown: Says she, 'tis good Sir, to stir the Blood, Sir,

For the Green-sickness, Friend, will make me like it;

Then in a Minute I left my Gennett,

And went aside with her into a Thicket:

Then with her leave there, a Dose I gave her,
She straight confess'd her Sickness I did nick it.

I went to leave her, but this did grieve her,
For panting on the Grass she did complain;
Saying Physician, my Sick Condition,

I fear will suddenly return again :

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