Lyrics

Tune: Jack a Lent
Filch: Quick let us share
For fear of apprehension.
Nim: Gusman [famous Spanish rogue, popularized in England by James Mabbe] could ne’re
Compare with this invention.
Filch: That rustick clown
Hath brough a happy harvest
Nim: Lay your money down,
Filch: My purse is at your service crown for crown.
Nim: Open the purse,
Our ship of fortune sails in’t … (opens purse)
Filch: O heavy curse—
It hath nothing but nails in’t!
Nim: Ne’re men till now
Were gull’d by such a costard [empty headed—from costard apple]
Filch: If we meet I vow wee’l bang
The bacon bastard black and blew.
Unlock that font,
Let’s enter by degrees in’t (opens other purse)
Nim: A pox upon’t—
There’s nought but bread and cheese in’t!
Filch: Come, let’s depart
And drink a Saxon Rumkin
Nim: I am vext at heart
But if I spare the Bomkin, hang me for’t. They exit
Written by: Thomas Jordan
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