64 LEONARD WHEATCROFT, OF ASHOVER. 



" My Song when I gather Clerk-Wages. 

 (To the Tune of ' Geranfs Mislress.') 



" ■Weare*-leave 

 Good master and good dame, I say 



For you I pray 

 That of your charity you'll something give me : 



You know 

 My wages they are small and very low. 



Pray now bestow 

 Some of your silver, that will much befriend me : 

 A pie — a pudding — or a chine, 

 Or else a little piece of beef: 

 Something I crave, & fain would have. 

 For now I want relief ; 

 And to you all I will be thankful. 

 And teach you David's Psalms to sing ; 

 And when your lives are at an end 

 A passing bell I'll ring," etc. 



" Vpon a Race between Bacon and Walker - run on Bonsall 

 Moor, and how Bacon had like to have been poysoned. 

 1687. 



" Bacon — Good morrow, my good neighbours all, 

 Here I salute you great and small. 

 I'm come to run before you all 

 For gold and Recreation. 

 Pray then be pleased awhile to stay. 

 And you shall see us trip away. 

 According to the fashion." 



" Walker—' Thou'rt welcome to me,' Walker said, 

 ' I'll run with thee till I be dead : 

 I ne'er was yet of man afraid, 

 And never yet forsaken. 

 Yet, I'll tell thee friend, what I doe think, 

 That if thou'lt of my bottle drink, 

 Then one of us full soon will shrink : 

 Thou'rt welcome to me, Bacon.' 



With your. 



