A Ballad call’d the Hay-Markett Hectors

The following excerpt is attributed to Andrew Marvell:

I sing a Woofull Ditty
Of a Wound that long will smart-a
Given (the more’s the Pitty)
In the Realme of Magna Charta:
Youth! Youth! thou’dst better be slaine by thy Foes
Than live to hang’d for cutting a Nose.

Our good King Charles the Second
Too flippant of Treasure and moysture,
Stoop’d from the Queen infecond
To a Wench of orange and oyster.
Consulting his Cazzo, he found it expedient
To engender Don Johns, on Nell the Comedian.

The lecherous vaine Glory
Of being Lim’d with Majestie
Mounts up to such a Story
This Bichington Travesty
That to equall her Lover, the Baggage must dare
To be Hellen the Second, and cause of a Warr.

And he our Amorous Jove
Whilst she lay dry-bob’d under
To repaire the defects of his Love
Must send her his Lightning and Thunder,
And for one Night prostitutes to her Comands
His Mounmouth, Life-Guard, Obrain and Sands…

I decided to write up this excerpt because I tweeted the definition for “dry-bob’d” which you can see here:

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