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Coney skins, Coney skins,
Maids, have you any Coney skins.
Maids, have you any Coney skins.
A Catch of the Beggars.
From hunger and cold who lives more free,
Or who lives a merrier life than we;
Our bellies are full, and our backs are warm,
And against all Pride our Rags are a Charm;
Enough is a feast, and for to morrow
Let rich men care, we feel no sorrow.
Or who lives a merrier life than we;
Our bellies are full, and our backs are warm,
And against all Pride our Rags are a Charm;
Enough is a feast, and for to morrow
Let rich men care, we feel no sorrow.
The City, and Town, and every village
Afford us [either] an Alms, or a Pillage;
And if the weather be cold and raw,
Then in a Barn we tumble in straw:
If fair and warm, in yea-Cock and nay-Cock
The Fields afford us a hedge or a hey-Cock.
Afford us [either] an Alms, or a Pillage;
And if the weather be cold and raw,
Then in a Barn we tumble in straw:
If fair and warm, in yea-Cock and nay-Cock
The Fields afford us a hedge or a hey-Cock.
The Time-server.
Room for a Gamester that plaies at all he sees,
Whose fickle fancy fits such times as these,
One that saies Amen to every factious prayer,
From Hugh Peters Pulpit to S. Peters Chair,
One that doth defie the Crosier and the Crown,
But yet can bouze with Blades that Carrouze
Whose fickle fancy fits such times as these,
One that saies Amen to every factious prayer,
From Hugh Peters Pulpit to S. Peters Chair,
One that doth defie the Crosier and the Crown,
But yet can bouze with Blades that Carrouze
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