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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A94987) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163631) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 247:669f22[48]) The cities new poet's mock-shovv M. T. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1659] Verse - "Hearken good people in countrey and city,". Signed at end: M.T. A satire. Imprint from Wing. Annotation on Thomason copy: "31 Decemb: 1659". Reproduction of the original in the British Library.

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The Cities New POET'S MOCK-SHOVV. HEarken good people in Countrey and City, For I do intend to be very witty, And Londons Lord Mayor ſhall be my Ditty. Of the Skinners-Hall was this man of might, He walketh by day, and ſleepeth by night, And with his fine Sword the Bakers doth fright. Scarce had the ruddy morning broke, When my Lord Mayor out of his dream awoke, Quoth he, hath Will to the Barber ſpoke? His voice made his wife her eyes to unlock, Quoth ſhe, where is Mary to bring me my Smock? With that my Lord Mayor with his Slippers did knock. When he was ſhaved, and all things were fit, He ſent for a pound of Beef from the Spit, And haſtily eat it up every bit. Then away went he to his Galley-foiſt, He rode on a horſe, 'cauſe the weather was moiſt, At which the women and children rejoyc't. Who all in Scullers did go ſtraightway, For to behold a moſt gallant Fray, Which Criple gate men performed that day. The Criple gate men did notable Feats, The Engliſh man the Spaniard beats, And all the way merrily piped the VVaights. The Drums did ratle, the Guns did thunder, The people did laugh, and the people did wonder, And all the poor Fiſh lay trembling under. Then landed the Mayor and his Aldermen old, VVith Scarlet Gowns, and Chains of Gold, Yet none of them could a Dream unfold. Before and behinde were the Dung-boats all dreſt, VVith Flags and Pendants of the very beſt, And in them ſate the VViſe men of the Eaſt. To VVeſtward they went both Jack and Tony, To ſhew the Protector they had yet more mony, For which he thanked them from a Bellcony. Now comes the Mayor to the Bar of Courſe, To the Judge he made legs like Banks's horſe, He could do no better, 'twas well 'twas no worſe. Then ſpake the Recorder, wiſe man he, At length, my Lord Baron, are come we, Your Honors VVo • ſhip for to ſee. But that the people did throng ſo faſt, Indeed, my Lord, we had made more haſte, But who can remedy what is paſt. Therefore to avoid this miſchief hereafter, Pray let our Green-men come with us by water, They'l open the Croud, and make you much laughter. And now Mr. Baron, if I be not too bold, I think here's a Mayor worth his weight in Gold, Pray ſwear him quickly, for 't is very cold. Then anſwer'd the Baron 'oth' Exchequer, and ſaid, My Lord, to ſee you in truth I am glad, You ſeem a Gentleman proper and ſtaid. Then he went on not at all fluſter'd, God bleſs your Lordſhip and your Cuſtard, And may your Juſtice ſting like Muſtard. But now he's come to the City again, And home to Dinner he muſt amain, VVith Capon-broth to waſh his New Chain. Againſt the Old Change a Pag'ant did meet him, And there a Gyant alſo did greet him, There was no houſe in London could fit him. This Gyant he walked upon Stilts, VVith his tricks he tickled the peoples milts, And he had a Sword with fifteen hilts. He th • earned the Tower away to bear, VVith all the New Silver that was there, But, quoth the Lord Mayor, Sir, do if you dare. VVith that he fell down, to ſet forth Ambition, For no man is ſafe in Fortunes tuition, Therefore good people walk in ſubmiſſion. I'th Pageant there were Leopards two, In them ſate two Moors as black as a ſhooe; Now gueſs if the people had nothing to do: At every corner a Virgin ſat, They lookt each one as ſad as a Cat; For they did mourn for I know not what. Before there ſate an old man in black, He ſeem'd as if he ſomething did lack, Sure he wanted a Cup of my Lord Mayors Sack. But when he did ſee my Lord Mayor come, He threw off his Cloak, and ſcratched his Bum, And out of his throat his flegm did hum. Quoth he, my Lord, and one 'oth' four and twenty, To tell you the truth my belly is empty, To ſtay ſo long at Weſtminſter, what meant ye? Swearing and chaffing, then came the Cook, Quoth he, what a ſtir's here to ſwear on a Book? I thought his wits would have his brains forſook My Lord convinced by Logick ſo ſtrong, His Green-men cauſed to open the throng, That he the more quickly might paſs along: But as if the devil did ow him a ſpight, And reſolved to keep him from victuals till night, At Soaper-lane end behold another ſight. The Pageant it was a very fine Toy, 'T was invented ſure by ſome Pauls-ſchool boy, It made my Lord Mayors heart leap for joy. Firſt Pan with his Horns himſelf deſcries, Next him ſate Orpheus on a Seat that did riſe, Behind ſate four Satyrs with hairy thighs. Wilde beaſts there was of many a ſort, Moſt lively done, thank Iermin for't, But heaven be prais'd they did no body hurt Pan did ſet forth a Cuckoldly Clown, Of which there are many in London town, Would I had as many pounds of my own. There Prentices were ſet forth by the Satyrs, Who often do prove themſelves no women-haters, When they run away with their Maſters Daughters. This made my Lord Mayor earneſtly gaze, Alas his Lordſhip was in an amaze, When up ſtept Orpheus, and ſpake in this phraſe: Quoth he man of might, that rul'ſt with a Mace For which the Taylor did make a green Caſe, Welcom the Comfort of thy new ſhaven face. At Soaper-lane end ſtand Watchmen mighty, Which maketh us in this place to greet ye, Who are the chief Watchmen of our City For I know no man, as I am a Sinner, Fitter then you who are a Skinner, To be our Cities Wakefield Pinner; For eaſieſt are by you to be ſeen, The Knaves that would get our walls within, Cloth'd in the Lambs and Foxes skin: Beſides the City is a great Bear, And wickedneſs like a skin doth wear, I pray you flea it off, good my Lord Mayor. Let Juſtice alſo that mighty Vertue, Before you go like Green men that ſport you, With Fire in her mouth, that Vice may not hurt you, More would he have ſaid, but the Cook in haſt, Sent one to ask Mayor why time he did waſte, To hear a fool prate in a Pageant plac't? With that to this home moſt nimbly he traces, Where Criple-gate men ſtood in their due places, With Muskets cock't and Leopard faces. The Mayor in his Houſe, they did not refuſe To give him many Peals to give 'em their dues, They valu'd their Powder as the dirt of their ſhooes. Thus was my Lord Mayor of his Chain of State ſeiz'd, Thus were the men of Criple-gate eas'd, And thus were the Women and Prentices pleas'd. Now Maids in your Smocks, Look well to your Locks, Your Fire, and alſo your Candle-light; For when the Belly is full, men are ſleepy and dull, Good night my Maſters all, good night. M. T.