Before that Adam in Paradise he Or the Blood of living Creatures to spill: Or Killing and Mangling Each Creature; Can any Maxim be greater, For the Gardiners chiefest Praise? The Metropolitan Gardiners Trade, For whatever ceases, We heal most Diseases That happens, or ever befal Men: The skilful Doctors might pick their Nails, And is well known unto many, And sorely complained Of Sorrow, Yet have found Ease on the Morrow: The Second PART. N the Gardiners Paradise sweetly grows, IN Carnations, Pinks, and the Damask Rose; With hundreds of Flowers, whose fragrant Scent Where Mortals may ravish their Senses, And pretty Birds are singing, All sorts of Apples, with Pears and Mulberries, Rare Peaches, Plumbs, Apricocks and Quinces, And not be enjoyed with Pleasure; Where Currants and Gooseberries, Invites you, Then taste of the Fruit that Delights you, What Flesh is fitting for Man to Eat, Orders the Food with Compleatness: What What Plants and Roots, and various things, IV Vith those kinds of Meat Or in the VVorld is contained : 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. 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, I went to leave her, but this did grieve her, I fear will suddenly return again : |