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Ed,

[Katy Cruel's sister? The two references I saw to the source of
"Katy Cruel" said nothing about music in the book, which, if I
recall correctly, was owned by Phillips Barry. No copy listed in NUC.]

English: "Fancy Lad," eight verse broadside, c 1800?, text
given below. Copy sent to me about 1969 by Frank Purslow, from
Bodleian 2806 c 17 (123), formerly Douce 10. Nancy here evidently
works as prostitute while her own fancy lad is in Quod (gaol). 

          FANCY LAD.

     When first I came to town,
     They call'd me lovely Nancy,
     But now they've chang'd my name,
     And call me the soldier's fancy.
[Cho.] Go along, Go along, Bob,
     Go along, Bob's a-dying,
     Go along, Go along, Bob,
     Your fancy girl's a-crying.

     I will buy my love a coat,
     Silver buttons on it,
     I will let them see
     I am the girl can do it.

     Now when my love comes home,
     I will roll in riches,
     And I will buy my love 
     A pair of buckskin breeches.
     
     I for beef and pork,
     You for peas and pudding,
     Put a clean pair of sheets on the bed,
     For the fancy lads are coming.
               
     When first I came to town,
     I had not a gown to wear O,
     But now I have nine or ten,
     For the fancy lads to tear O.

     O once I had a bed,
     But now I am forc'd to plank it,
     Hang and take the jade,
     She stole my bed and blanket.

     Then in came merry Peggy,
     Hang her ragged fortune,
     She pawn'd her best blue brat, (sic)
     To raise her lad a quartern.

     My fancy lad's in Quod,
     I am free and willing,
     To work by night or day,
     And get an honest shilling.

                   Swindels, Manchester

Bruce Olson