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fl&erne Sonss anb Ballabe
NATIONAL BALLAD AND SONG
/Hberrs Songs ano
3Ballabs
PRIOR TO THE YEAR A.D. 1800
EDITED BY
JOHN S. FARMER
VOLUME III
PRIVATELY PRINTED FOR SUBSCRIBERS ONLY
MDCCCXCVII
INDEX
TO VOL. lit
AUTHORS, TITLES, FIRST LINES, REFRAINS,
AND SOURCES
"Abroad as I was walking" (T. Dtjrfey, 1678) . 53
Academy of Complements........... 51
Advice to a Friend upon his Marriage (Wit and
Mirth, 1682)............... 59
"After the Pangs of a Desperate Lover" (Musical
Miscellany, c. 1729)............252
Ah, what a pleasure (Refrain).........252
Akeroyde.......85, 90, 93, 96, 98, 101, 106
" All the materials are the same" (Broadside, c. 1720) 242
"As Chloris full of harmless Thought" (Earl of
Rochester, b. 1680)........... 55
"As Colin rang'd early one morning in spring"
(Broadside, c. 1760)............269
" As I cam o'er the Cariney Mount" (Merry Muses
of Caledonia, b. 1796)...........279
"As I was a walking, I heard a maid talking"
(Broadside by Mr. EsTCOTjRT, c. 1720) . . '. . 248
"As I went over Tawny Marsh" (A catch in Wit
and Mirth, 1682)............. 66
vi INDEX
" As Jockey and Jenny together was laid " (Broadside,
c. 1720).................24O
" As Nell sat underneath her Cow" (Broadside,
C. 1720).................224
"As on Serena's panting Breast" (T. Durfey, 1683) 69
" As Roger last night to Jenny lay close" (Broad-
side Catch, c. 1770)............2*7
" At dead of Night, when wrapt in Sleep" [Musical
Miscellany, c. 1729)............260
Baker (Mr.)................254
Ballad of all the Trades, A (c. 1707).....lot
Ballad of the Courtier and the Country Clown (Pills
to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707)........ 83
Ballad upon a "Wedding, A New [Pills to Purge
Melancholy)................144
Bashful Scot, The (c. 1707)........... 96
Batchelor, TIte Old (Tune)..........-173
Beard (Mr.)..............267, 269
Beauty and Desire (c. 1720)..........242
" Beggar got a Beadle, A" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)...............141
" Being pursued by the Dragoons" (Merry Muses of
Caledonia, c. 1796)............283
Belsize, The Pleasures of (c. 1720).......225
"Beneath a Mirtle Shade" [Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)................119
"Beneath a shady Willow" [Musical Miscellany,
c. 1729).................250
" Beneath the Myrtles secret shade" (James Oswald,
c. 1740).................266
INDEX
vii
Blacksmith, The (Tune)............132
BLOW (Dr.).................214
Bonny Christ Church Bells, The (Tune) .... no
Bristol Drollery (1674)............ 52
Brown (K.).................'75
Burns (R.).........271. 2/9- 281, 283, 285
But -what's that to yott? (Refrain)......108
"Calm was the Ev'ning and clear was the Sky" (Pills
to Pttrge Melancholy, 1707)........115
"Celladon, when Spring came on " [Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1719).............'95
Chappell (Popular Music)........39, 51, 127
Charming Celia lyes upon her Biidal bed (Catch
in Wit and Mirth, 1682).......... 61
Christ Church Bells (Time).......... 61
Clarke (Mr.)................217
" Clemene, pray tell me " (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
1719)..................193
Clissold (Mr.)...............187
Cloak's Knavery, The (Tune).........127
Cloe's precaution (Windsor Medley, 1731) . . . . 262
"Come all you wanton wenches" (Percy Folio MS.,
1620-50)................. 16
" Come in, Tom longtayle, come short hose and round
(Percy Folio MS., 1620-50)......... 37
" Come, Neighbours, follow me " (Roxburgh Ballads,
1620-55)................. 39
"Come Neighbours now we've made our hay"
(Broadside, c. 1720)............246
Comical Dreamer, The (c. 1719)........210
viii
INDEX
Comin' o'er the Hills of Coupar (b. 1796) .... 281
" Cooke Laurel! wold needs have the devillhis guest"
(Percy Folio MS., 1620-50)......... II
Country Miss with her Furbelow, The (Tune) . . 195
Courtier and the Country Clown, The (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1707)......... 83
Crouch (Humphrey)............. 45
Cuckolds all (c. 1719J.............201
Cuckold's Haven (1620-55).......... 39
" Curiosity made Sylvia seek the ■* arious Flowers of
May" (Broadside, c. 1720).........226
Dainty Davie (b. 1796)............283
"Dainty Ducke I chanced to ineete, A" (Percy Folio
MS., 1620-50).............. 36
Dialogue between a Widdow and a Rake, A (c. 1720) 217
Dogget (W.)................171
" Donald Brodie met a lass " (Merry Muses of Cale-
donia, b. 1796)..............281
" Draw, draw the curtain, fye, make hast" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1719)..........191
Dream, The (Musical Miscellany, c. 1729) .... 250
Durfey (T.)........53, 67, 69, 70, 169, 176
Epithalamiuin on the Marriage of the Honourable
Charles Leigh (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719) 191
Estcourt (Mr.)...............248
Fading Rose, A (Sub-title)..........127
Farmer (Thomas).............. 69
Farmer's Maggot (Tune)............ 67
Fart, The(i7ii)...............176
INDEX ix
Forgetful Mother, The (c. 1707)........ 98
"Forgive me, Venus, if I tell" (Windsor Medley, 1731) 262
"From France, from Spain, from Rome I come" (Pills
to Purge Melancholy, 1707)........136
"Fye Jockey never prattle more so like a Loon"
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1709)......174
Galliard (Mr.)............252, 26°
Gelding of the Devil, The (Wit and Mirth, 1082) . 62
"Gentle Breeze from the Lavinian Sea, A" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1719)..........204
Going of a Pad, The (c. 1707)........161
"Grasshopper and a Fly, A" (Pills to Purge Me-
lancholy, 1719)...............212
Graves (Jos.)................239
Handel..................250
"He that a Tinker, a Tinker would be" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1707)..........139
"He that intends to take a Wife" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707).............151
Heywood (Thomas)............. 5
Hide Park Frolick, The (c. 1707)........ 74
"How Happy's the Mortal" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)................izy
"How pleasant it is to discover" (Bristol Drollery,
1674).................. 52
"I cannot bee contented" (Percy Folio MS., 1620-50) 21
"If any one long for a musical song" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707)......... o0
x -INDEX
"If ever you mean to be kind" {Pills to Pttrge Me-
lancholy, 1709)..............173
"If t please you for to hear" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1719)................206
"In an humor I was of late" (Percy Folio MS., b. 1575) 1
"In a Seller at Sodom, at the sign of the T—"
(Dr. Blow, Pills to Pttrge Melancholy, 1719) . 214
Industrious Smith, The (Roxburgh Ballads, 1635) . 45
Infallible Doctor, The (c. 1707).........136
"Infant Spring was shining, The" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1719)............. 197
"In Pennance for past folly" (Broadside, 1770) . . 274
"In the Devil's Country there lately did dwell" (Pills
to Pttrge Melancholy, 1709).........171
"I saw the Lass whom dear I lov'd" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707)............. 72
Jenny making Hay (c. 1707)..........108
Joan to her Lady (c. 1707).......... 93
"Jocky late with Jenny walking" (Pills'to Purge
Melancholy, 1707)............. 96
"Jocky loves his Moggy dearly" (Pills to Ptirge
Melancholy, 1709)............. 175
"John Anderson my Jo" (The Masque, b. 1768) 271
John and Joan (1719).............206
John and Nell (c. 1720)............222
John and Susan (Musical Miscellany, 1729) . . . 256
"John ask'd his Landlady thinking no ill" (Broadside
Catch)..................224
John the Miller (c. 1720)...........224
INDEX xi
"Jolly Roger Twangdillo of Plowden Hill" {Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1707)..........m
Jolly Young Swain, The {Broadside, c. 1720) . . 244
Jonson (Ben)................ 11
Katy's a Beauty surpassing {Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, c. 1707)...............100
"Lady, sweet now do not frown" {Pills to Purge
Melancholy)................ 93
Lass, if I come near ye (Tune)........285
" Last night a dream came into ray head" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1719)..........210
"Last night I thought my true love I caught"
(Percy Fal,o MS., 1620-50)......... 29
"Lay aside the Reaphook, Plow, and Cart" (The
Mountebank, c. 1715) ...........188
Leg a derry, Leg a Merry, tnett, mery whoope
whir/ (Refrain).............. 23
"Let us drink and be merry, Dance, Joke and
Rejoice" (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) . . 121
"Let Wine turn a spark and Ale huff like a Hectoi "
(Pills to Pttr<re Melancholy, 1707)......127
Leveridge (R.)...........188, 195, 215
Libertine, The (T. Dumet, 1683)......67
" Lie still rny dear, why dost thou rise" (Academy of
Complements, 1650)............ 51
Lillumwham (1620-50)............ 23
Longing Maid, The (c. 1707).........106
" Lords and Ladies who deal in the sport" (cr. 1720) . 225
Loth to Depart (Tune)........... 51
xii INDEX
"Louers harke! an alarum is sounding; now loue
cryes" (Percy Folio MS., 1620-50)...... iQ
Lucky Minute, The (b. 1680)......... 55
"Maiden fresh as a Rose" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1719)................189
"Maiden of Late, A" (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
1707)..................io4
Maiden's Longing, The (c, 1707)........104
"Maids are grown so coy of late" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707)............. 85
"Maid shee went to the well to washe, The" (Percy
Folio MS., 1620-50)............ 23
"Man that hath a hansome wiffe, The" (Percy Folio
MS., 1620-50)............... 5
Marriage Whim, The (c. 1720).........239
Masque, The.................271
Masquerade Ballad, The............232
Merry Muses of Caledonia, The . 271, 279, 281, 283
Moderate Man, The (T. Durfey, 1705) .... 70
Modern Prophets (T. Durfey).........169
Mountebank, or the Country Lass, The(c. 1715) 188, 215
Musical Miscellany . . . 250, 252, 254, 256, 259, 260
My apron, Deary (Musical Miscellany, c. 1729) . . 259
"My mother she will not endure" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707)............. 98
"Nay pish, Sir! what ails you?" (Clissold, 1711) 187
New Ballad upon a Wedding, A (c. 1707). . . . 144
"Not long ago as all alone I lay upon my Bed"
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719)......201
INDEX
xiii
" Now listen a while, and I will tell" (Wit and
Mirth, 1682)............... 62
"Now Roger, and Harry, and Susan, and Nan"
{The Mountebank, c. 1720).........215
"Nymph of the Plain, A" (Broadside, c. 1720). . 244
"O! a Masquerade's a fine place" (Broadside, c. 17 20) 232
"Od's hartly wounds, Iz'e not to Plowing, not I Sir"
(Wit and Mirth, 1682)........... 57
Of Noble Face was Shinkin (Tune).......256
Oh, Oh, for a husband (Refiain).......106
"Oh the Miller, the dusty, musty Miller" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1707)..........101
Old Batchelor, The (Time)..........i?3
Old Simon the Kinge (Percy Folio MS., b. 1575) . 1
"O my poor husband for ever he's gone" (c. 1720) 217
"One Evening a little before it was dark" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 3 707).......... 74
Oswald (James)...............266
" O the time that is past" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)................117
Pack (Mr.).................169
Packington's Pound (Tune)..........127
"Panders come awaye" (Percy Folio MS., 1620-50) 31
Percy Folio MS. (1620-50) I, 5, 7, 9, 11, 16, 19, 21,
23, 29, 31, 36, 37
Pilgrim, The (c. 1770).............274
Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707) 53, 72, 74, 78, 83
85, 87, 90, 93, 96, 98, 100, 101, 104, 106, 108
no, hi, rig, 1(7, 119, 121, 123, 125, 127, 132
1ib' !39> Hi, 144. 151. I57> 159. 161, 164, 166
XIV
INDEX
Pills to Purge Melancholy (1709) 171, 173, !74> '75
Pills to Purge Melancholy (1719). 1, n, 57, 62, 70
169, 176, 187, 189, 191, 193, 195, 197, 201, 204
2o6, 210, 212, 214
"Pillycock came to my Lady's Toe" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707)............. 87
Pleasures of Belzise, The (Broadside, c. 1720) . . 225
"Poor Jenny and I we toiled" (Pills to Purge Me-
lancholy, 1707)..............108
Popular Music, see Chappeix.
Power of Love, The (Musical Miscellany, c. 1729) 260
Power of Women, Song made on the (c, 1707) . 132
Praise of the Dairy-Maid, The (c. 1707).....127
Pretty Pegg of Windsor (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
1719)...................197
Progress of Love, The (c. 1740)........266
Purceix (Henry)............193, 212
Puss in a Corner (c. 1707). ,.........166
Rape of Lucrece............... 15
Rapture, The (T. Durfey, 1683)....... 69
Ravi&h'd Lover, The (c. 1736).........264
Riddle wittily expounded, A (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)................ 78
Rochester (Earl of)............ 55
Roxburgh Ballads............ , 39, 45
Ruffian's Rant (Tune)............281
" Sabina in the dead of Night" [Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)................123
"Says Dicky to Dolly. I love thee so well" {The Virgin
Sacrifice, c. 1720).............220
INDEX
XV
Says old Simon the King (Refrain)...... I
" See how charming Celia lyes upon her Bridal bed "
(Wit and Mirth, 1682).......... 61
"See how fair and fine she lies" {Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707).............no
" See the building which whilest my Mistress liued"
(Percy Folio MS., 1620-50)......... 7
Silly Maids, The (Pills to Purge Melcnchoh, 1707) 85
Sing tan tara, rara, tan-tivee (Refrain)..... 74
Sleeping Thames one morn I cross'd, The (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1707)..........144
Smock alone the difference makes, The (Refrain) . 93
So bolt upright and ready to fight (Refiain) . . 87
" Some say that rnairiage life is best" (Broadside,
by Mr. Graves, c. 1720)..........239
Song made on the Power of Women, A (<-. 1707) . 132
Song representing the going of a Pad, A (1707) 161
So rebel Johnny Scot (Refrain).........212
Spanish Gipsie (Tune)............39
"State and Ambition all joy to great Caesar " (Broad-
side Medley, c. 1720)............229
Strike home thy pipe, Tom Longe (Refrain) ... 37
Sweet Jenny shall // shall I? (Refrain) .... 96
Sylvia a May Rolling (r. 1720)........226
Tenoe (Mr.)................254
"There was a Lady in the North-Country" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1707).......... 78
"There was a maid the othei day" (P.lls to Purge
Melancholy, 1707)............ I06
xvi INDEX
"There was a poor Smith liv'd in a poor town"
[Roxburgh Ballads, 1635).......... 45
Tinker, The (c. 1707).............139
"To Cullies and Bullies" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)..........'......166
To Flora Drest (Musical Miscellany, 1729) . . . 254
"To Friend and 10 Foe, to all that I know" (Wit
and Mirth, 1682)............. 59
Tom Longe (1620-50)............. 37
Tory, a Whig, and a Moderate Man, A (Durfey, 1705) 70
Town Gallant, The (c. 1707)..........121
Trick for Trick............... 53
"Turke in Linen wrapps his head, The" (Percy Folio
MS., 1608)................ 5
Turner (Mr.)................220
Twangdillo (c. 1707).............m
'"Twas forth in a Morning, a Morning of May"
(Musical Miscellany, c. 1729)........259
'Twas in the Land of Cyder (Musical Miscellany,
'■ 1729).................256
Unnatural Parent, The (c. 1750)........ 267
Virgin Sacrifice, The............220
Virgin's last Resohe, The (Sub-title)......267
"Walking down the Highland Town" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1707)..........164
Wanton Trick, The (c, 1707)......... 90
Wedding, A new ballad upon a (c. 1707) .... 144
"We London Valets all are Creatures" (T. Durfey,
Modern Prophets, 1709)...........169
INDEX
XVH
West-countryman's Song on a Wedding, The (Wit
and Mirth, 1682)............. 5?
"Wha is that at my bower door" (R, Burns) . . 285
"When Fanny Blooming Fair" (Broadside, c. 1736) 264
"When for Air" (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) 161
"When Sylvia in Bathing, her charms does expose"
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707)......159
Which nobody can deny (Refiain).....132, 171
"Whilst Love predominates over cur souls" (T.
DtTRFEY, 1C83)............... 67
Whoop 'tis but a Wanton Trick (Refrain). ... 90
"Whose three hogs are these" (Broadside Catch,
c 17/0).................278
"Why art thou drest, ray lovely maid" (Musical
Miscellany, c. 1729)............254
"Why is your faithful slave disdain'd" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707).............125
Widdow and a Rake, A Dialogue between, (c. 1720) . 217
Wife Hater, The (c. 1707)...........151
Wilford (John)...............187
"Will you give me leave, arid I'll tell you a story "
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707)......132
Windsor Medley...............262
Wit and Mirth (1682).....57, 59, 61, 62, 66
With a /adding, etc. (Refrain)......... 83
With a hum, hum, hum, hum (Refrain) .... 176
Wrath (Thomas).............. 87
" Ye Jacks of the Town" (T. Durfey, Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1719).............176
XV111
INDEX
"Ye Virgins who do listen" (c. 1750)......267
Young ?nan, remember delights are but vain (Tune) 45
Your courtiers scorn we country clowns {Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707)............. 83
flftern> Songs anb Ballabs
OLD SIMON THE KINGE
[*• 1575]
[This version from Percy Folio Manuscript, 1620-
50, p. 519 of MS.; tune in Pills to Purge
Melancholy (1719), iii. 143].
In an humor I was of late,
as many good fellowes bee
that thinke of no matter of state,
but the keepe merry Companye:
that best might please my mind,
soe I walket vp & downe the towne,
but company none cold I ffind
till I came to the signe of the crowne.
mine ostes was sicke of the mumpes,
her mayd was ffisle att ease,
mine host lay drunke in his dumpes;
"they all had but one disease,"
sayes old simon the King, sayes old Simon the
King,
MERRY SONGS III. X
2 OLD SIMON THE KINGE
wz'th his ale-dropt hose, & his malmesy nose,
wz'th a hey ding, ding a ding, ding, wz'th a
hey ding, ding a ding, ding,
w?th a hey ding [ding,] quoth Simon the king. .. .
[When I beheld this sight,]
I straight began [to say,]
"if a man be ffull [o'ernight]
he cannott get dfrunk to-day;]
& if his drinke wpll not downe]
he may hang himsfelf for shame;]
soe may he mine h[ost of the Crowne.]
therfore this reason I [frame:]
ffor drinke will ma[ke a man drunke,]
& drunke will make [a man dry,]
& dry will make a man [sicke,]
& sicke will make a man dye,"
sayes old simon the King, sayes old Simon the
King,
with his ale-dropt hose, and his malmesy nose,
wz'th a hey ding, ding a ding, ding, wz'th a
hey ding, ding a ding, ding,
wz'th a hey ding [ding,] qzzoth Simon the king....
"But when a man is drunke to-day,
& laid in his graue to-morrow;
will any man dare to say
that hee dyed ffor Care or sorrowe?
but hang vp all sorrow and care!
itts able to kill a catt;
OLD SIMON THE KINGE 3
& he that will drinke till he stare,
is neuer a-feard of that;
ffor drinking will make a man quaffe,
& quaffing will make a man sing,
& singinge will make a man laffe,
& laug[h]ing long liffe will bringe,"
sais old Simon the King, sais old Simon the
King,
w;'th his ale-dropt hose, and his malmesy nose,
with a hey ding, ding a ding, ding, wj'th a
hey ding, ding a ding, ding,
wz'th a hey ding [ding,] qaoth Simon the king. . . .
Iif a puritane skinker crye,
" deere brother, itt is a sinne
to drinke vnlesse you be drye; "
this tale I straight begin
" a puritan left his cann,
& tooke him to his iugge,
& there he playde the man
so long as he cold tugg;
but when thai hee was spyed
when hee did sweare or rayle,
'my only deere brother,' hee sayd,
'truly all fflesh is ffrayle,'"
sais old Simon the King, sais old Simon the King,
wz'th his ale-dropt hose, and his malmesy nose,
with a hey ding, ding a ding, ding, w»'th a
hey ding, ding a ding, ding,
OLD SIMON THE KINGE
wz'th a hey ding [ding], quoth. Simon the king. . . .
Soe fellowes, if you be drunke,
of ffrailtye itt is a sinne,
as itt is to keepe a puncke,
or play att in and in;
ffor drinke, & dice, & drabbs,
are all of this condityon,
they will breed want & scabbs
in spite of they Phisityan.
but who feare[s] euery grasse,
must neu<r pisse in a meadow,
& who loues a pott & a lasse
must not cry "oh my head, oh!"
sais old Simon the King, sais old Simon the
King,
wz'th his ale-dropt hose, and his malmesy nose,
wz'th a hey ding, ding a ding, ding, wz'th a
hey ding, ding a ding, ding,
wz'th a hey ding [ding,] quoth Simon the king....
THE TURK IN LINEN 5
THE TURK IN LINEN
[1608]
[By Thomas Heywood in Rape of Lucrece (1608);
this version from The Percy Folio Manuscript,
page 383 of MS.].
The turke in Linen wrapps his head,
the persian his in lawne tooe,
the rushe wrth sables ffurres his cappe,
& change will not be drawen tooe.
the Spaynyards constant to his blocke,
the ffrench inconstant euer;
but of all ffelts thai may be ffelt,
giue me the English beuer.
The German loues his connye well,
the Irishman his shagg tooe;
the welch his Monmouth loues to weare,
& of the same will bragg tooe.
some loue the rough, and some the smooth,
some great, & other small thinge;
but oh, yo«r English Licorish man,
he loues to deale in all thinges!
6 THE TURK IN LINEN
The Rush drinkes Quash; Duche, lubickes beere,
& thai is strong and mightye;
the Brittaine, he Metheglin Quaffes,
the Irish, Aqua vitae;
the ffrench affects his orleance grape,
the spanyard tasts his sherrye;
the English none of these escapes,
but with them all makes merrye.
The Italyan, in her hye shapines,
Scot[cJh lasse, & louely ffroe tooe;
the Spanish don-a, ffrench Madam,
he will not ffeare to goe too:
nothing soe ffull of hazards dread,
nought Hues aboue the center,
noe health, noe ffashyon, wine, nor wench,
yo#r English dare not venter.
THE MAN THAT HATH 7
THE MAN THAT HATH
[15-0206]
[Percy Folio Manuscript, page 104 of MS.].
The man that hath a hansome wiffe
& keepes her as a treasure,
it is my cheefest ioy of liffe
to haue her to my pleasure;
But if that man regardless were
as tho he carde not for her,
tho shee were like to venus fayre,
in faith I wold abhor her.
If to doe good I were restrained,
& to doe euill bidden,
I wold be puritan, I sweare,
ffor I loue the thing forbidden.
It is the care that makes the theft;
none loues the thing forsaken;
the bold & willinge whore is left
when the modest wench is taken.
THE MAN THAT HATH
Shee dulle thai is too forwards bent;
not good, but want, is reason;
fish at a feast, & flesh in lent,
are never out of season.
SEE THE BWILDINGE 9
SEE THE BWILDINGE
[1620-50]
[Percy Folio Manuscript, page 56 of MS.].
See the building W/foch whilest my Mistress liued
in was pleasures asseince!
see how it droopeth, & how Nakedly it looketh
wzVh-out her presence!
heearke how the hollow winds doe blowe,
& how the Murmer in every comer
for her being absent, from whence they cheefly
grow!
the cause thai I doe now this greefie & sorrow
showe.
See the garden where oft I had reward in
for my trew loue!
see the places where I enioyed those graces
they goddes might moue!
oft in this arbour, whiles that shee
w/th melting kisses disstilling blisses
through my frayle lipps, what Ioy did ravish me!
the pretty Nightingale did sing Melodiouslee.
io SEE THE BWILDINGE
Haile to those groves where wee inioyed our loues
soe many daies!
May the trees be springing, & the pretty burds
be singing
theire Roundelayes!
Oh! may the grasse be euer greene
wheron wee, lying, haue oft beene tryinge
More seuerall wayes of pleasure then loues queene,
w/h'ch once in bedd w«'th Mars by all the godds
was seene.
• • lling.........
\half a page missing]
COOKE LAURELL n
COOKE LAURELL
[1620-50]
[Percy Folio Manuscript, page 182 of MS.:
attributed to Ben Jonson (d. 1637); tune in
Pills to Purge Melancholy (1719), iv. 101].
Cooke Laurell wold needs have the devill his guest,
who came in his hole to the Peake to dinner,
Where neuer ffeend had such a feast
provided him yet att the charge of a sinner.
His stomacke was queasie, he came thither coachet,
the logging itt made some crudityes ryse;
to helpe itt hee Called for a puritan pochet
that vsed to turne up the eggs of his eyes.
And soe recovered to his wish,
he sett him downe & fell to Meate;
Promooters in plumbe broth was his first dish,
his owne priuye kitchen had noe such meate.
Sixe pickeld taylors slasht & cutt,
W«'th Sempsters & tire women ffitt for his pallatt,
Wz'th ffeathermen & perfumers put
Some 12 in a charger, to make a graue sallett.
COOKE LAURELL
Yett thoe wi'th this hee much was taken,
Upon a sudden hee shifted his trencher,
& soone he spyed the Baude & Bacon
by which you may know the devill is a wencher.
A rich ffatt vserer stewed in his Marrowe,
& by him a lawyers head in greene sawce,
both which, his belly tooke in Like a barrowe
As if tell then he had neuer seene sowce.
Then, Carbonadoed & cooket w/'th paynes,
was sett on a clouen sergeants face;
the sawce was made of his yeamans braynes,
that had beene beaten out wzth his owne mace.
Tow roasted sherriffes came whole to the borde,—
the ffeast had beene nothing wz'thout them;—■
both liuing & dead they were foxed & furred,
theire chaines like sawsinges hang about them.
The next dish was a Maior of a towne,
with, a pudding of Maintenance [thrust] in his
bellye,
like a goose in his fethers drest in his gowne,
& his couple of hinch boyes boyled to Iellye.
A London Cuckold hott from the spitt:
but when the Carver vpp had broke him,
the devill chopt up his head att a bitt,
COOKE LAURELL
but the homes were verry neere like to haue
choakt him.
The chine of a leacher too there was roasted,
with a plumpe harlotts haunche & garlike;
a Panders petitoes that had boasted
himselfe for a Captaine, yet neuer was warlike.
A long ffatt pasty of a Midwiffe hot:
& for a cold baket meat into the storye,
a reu<rrend painted Lady was brought,
had beene confined in crust till shee was hooary.
To these an oner worne justice of peace,
Wz'th a clarke like a gisame trust vnder eche arme ;
& warrants for sippitts laid in his owne grace,
Sett ore a chaffing dish to be kept warme.
Then broyled and broacht on a buchers pricke,
the kidney came in of a holy sister;
this bitt had almost made his devillshipp sicke,
(hat his doctor did feare he wold need a glister.
" ffor harke," quoth hee, " how his bellye rumbles! "
& then wzth his pawe, that was a reacher,
hee puld to a pye of a traitors numbles,
& the gibbletts of a silent teacher.
The Iowle of a Iaylor was serued for a fEsh,
w/th vinigar pist by the deane of Dustable;
COOKE LAURELL
tow aldermen lobsters a-sleepe in a dish,
w*th a dryed deputye & a sowcet constable.
These gott him soe feirce a stomacke againe,
that now he wants meate wheron to ffeeda:
he called for the victualls were drest for his traine,
and they brought him vp an alepotrida,
Wherin were mingled courtier, clowne,
tradsmen, marchants, banquerouts store,
Churchmen, Lawyers of either gowne,—
of civill, cornzrcen,—player & whore,
Countess, servant, Ladyes, woman,
mistris, chambermaid, coachman, knight,
Lord & visher, groome & yeaman;
where first the ffeend wz'th his forke did light.
All wh'ch devowred, he now for to close
doth for a draught of Derbye ale call.
he heaued the huge vessell vp to his nose,
& left not till hee had drunk vp all.
Then from the table hee gaue a start,
where banquett & wine were nothing scarce;
all ■which hee blew away with a ffartt,
from wence itt was called the Devills arse.
And there he made such a breach w/th the winde,
the hole yett standing open the while,
COOKE LAURELL 15
the sente of the vayfpour] hee left behind
hath since infected most part of the He.
And this was tobbacco, the learned suppose,
w/fo'ch both in countrye, court and towne,
in the devills glister pipe smokes att the nose
of punke & Madam, gallant & clowne;
ffrom which wicked perfume, swines flesh, and linge,
or any thing else he doth not loue,
pr«erue & send our gracious king
such meate as he loues, I beseeche god aboue!
16 COME WANTON WENCHES
COME WANTON WENCHES
[1620-50]
[Percy Folio Manuscript, page 404 of MS.].
Come all you wanton wenches
that longs to be in tradinge,
come learne of me, loues Mistris,
to keepe yo?*r selues ffrom Iadeinge!
when you expose youx ffaces,
all baytes ffor to entrapp men,
then haue a care to husband yo«r ware,
thai you proue not bankrout chapmen.
be not att ffirst to nice nor coye
when gamsters you are courtinge,
nor fforward to be sportinge;
in speeches ffree, not in action bee,
for feare of lesse resortinge.
Let not yoar outward iesture
b[e]rawy yoia inward passyon;
but seeme to neglect, when most you doe affect,
in a cunning scornefull ffashyon.
be sparing of your flavors
when mens loue grow most Eagare;
COME WANTON WENCHES 17
yett keepe good guard, or else all is mared.
when they yowr ffort beleaugar;
grant but a touch or a kisse ffor a tast,
& seeme not to bee willinge
allwayes ffor to be billinge.
wzth a tuch or a pinch, or a nipp or a wrenche,
disapont their hopes ffullfillinge.
If once you growe to lauish,
and all yowr wealth discouer,
you cast of hope; for then w/'th too much scope
you doe dull yoia Egar louer.
then order soe your treasure,
& soe dispend your store,
that tho men do tast, their loues may neu^r wast,
but they still may hope for more.
& if by chance, beinge wrapt in a trance,
you yeeld them full ffruityon
won by strong opposityon,
yett nipp & teare, and wz'th poutinge sweare
'twas against your disposityon.
Thus seeminge much displeased
w«'th that did most content,
you whett desire, & daylae add fire
to a spiritt almost spent.
be sure att the next encounter
you put yoia loue to striue;
yett be not rude, if need he will intrude,
MERRY SONGS III.
COME WANTON WENCHES
soe shall yo«r trading thriue,
soe shall you still be ifreshlye woed,
like to a perfect mayd.
& doe as I haue sayd,
your ffaininge seemes true,
& like venus euer new,
and yow trading is not betrayd.
LOUERS HEA[R]KE ALARUM 19
LOUERS HEA[RJKE ALARUM
[1620-50]
{Percy Folio Manuscript, page 459 of MS.].
Louers : harke! an alarum is sounding: now loue
cryes;
who-soe feares, or in ffaintnesse abounding, will
surprise.
O then, on! charge them home! if you delay
your time,
yoz/r hopes will ffaile;
these ffair ffoes yeelding lookes doe bewray their
harts
as yo«rs, more then their owne.
If they striue, itts a tricke ffor a triull who is most
bold.
No braue man ffor a silly denyall will grow cold;
None but ffooles fflinch ffor noe, when a I by no
is ment
in louing seance;
On then, & charge them home! pm:hance you
may soe put them
ffrom their ffence.
2o LOUERS HEA[R]KE ALARUM
Downe, Downe wz'th them! o, how the tremble
for the crye!
what, for feare? no! no! no! they dissemble;
they know why.
Quickly woone, Quickly lost, the delight offife is lost,
procured wz'th paines.
These respects makes them bold to fight, to Cry, to
dye,
to Hue againe.
I CANNOTT BEE CONTENTED 21
I CANNOTT BEE CONTENTED
[1620-50]
[Percy Folio Manuscript, page 460 of MS.].
I cannot be contented
ffrorn loue to be absented.
although I were presented,
lie haue another bout;
I know shee is vnwilling
to heare of all the skillinge;
shee rather had bee lilling,
if I I could ffind her out.
but if that time & lesure serue,
infaith shee shall not neede to sterue;
ffor well I know shee doth deserue
to tast vpon sweet Nectair,
the ffoode wheron the gods do ffeede,
& all they gods they haue decreede.
but shee shall haue itt att her neede!
hey hoe! my harte is wearye!
Some say, 'if I come nye her,
my liffe must pay the hyer;'
22 I CANNOTT BEE CONTENTED
but if I scape ffrom ffyer,
then let them doe their worst;
for water, I am sure,
while grinding doth endure,
will come like hawke to lure,
or else the Miller is curst.
looke in the dam, & you may spye
heere is soe much that some runs by;
there neu«- came a yeere soe drye
cold keepe this Mill ffrom grindinge.
yett shee no com/won Miller is;
shee does not grind eche plowmans gris;
she needs not, vnless shee list,
but ffor sweet recreation.
LILLUMWHAM 23
LILLUMWHAM
[1620-50]
[Percy Folio Manuscript, page 461 of MS.).
The maid, shee went to the well to washe,
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!
the mayd shee went to the well to washe,
whatt then? what then?
the maid shee went to the well to washe;
dew ffell of her lilly white fleshe;
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
White shee washee, & white shee ronge,
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!
White shee washee, and white shee ronge,
whatt then? what then?
White shee washee, and white shee ronge,
white shee hangd o the hazle wand,
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
24
LILLUMWHAM
There came an old Palmer by the way,
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!
There came an old Palmer by the way,
whatt then? what then?
There came an old Palmer by the way,
sais, "god speed thee well thou faire maid!"
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
"Hast either Cupp or can—
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!—
" Hast either Cupp or can—
whatt then? what then?
" Hast either Cupp or can—
to giue an old palmer drinke therm?"
•Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
sayes, " I haue neither cupp nor Cann—
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!—
sayes, " I haue neither cupp nor Cann—
•whatt then ? what then ?
sayes, " I haue neither cupp nor Cann—
to giue an old Palmer drinke therin."
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
LILLUMWHAM 25
"But an thy Lemwan came from Roome,
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!
"But an thy Lemwan came from Roome,
whatt then? what then?
"But an thy Lemwan came from Roome,
Cupps & canns thou wold ffind soone."
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a deny, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
Shee sware by god & good St. Iohn,
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!
Shee sware by god and good St. Iohn,
whatt then? what then?
Shee sware by god and good St. Iohn,
Lemman had shee a neuer none;
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
Saies, " peace, ffaire mayd! jou are fforsworne!
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!
Saies, "peace, ffaire maid! you are fforsworne!
whatt then? what then?
Saies, "peace, ffaire maid! you are fforsworne!
Nine children you haue borne;
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
.26
LILLUMWHAM
"They were buryed vnder thy beds head;—
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!—
"They were buryed vnder thy beds head;—
whatt then? what then?
"They were buryed vnder thy beds head;—
other three vnder thy brewing leade;
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, hej'e!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
" Other three on won play greene,
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!
" Other three on won play greene,
whatt then? what then?
" Other three on won play greene,
Count, maids, & there be 9."
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
" But I hope you are the good old man—
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!—
"But I hope you are the good old man—
whatt then? what then?
"But I hope you are the good old man—
That all the world beleeues vpon;
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
LILLUMWHAM
27
"Old Palmer, I pray thee,—
Lillumwham, Lillumwham! —
"Old Palmer, I pray thee,—
whatt then ? what then ?
"Old Palmer, I pray thee,—
Pennaunce that thou wilt giue to me."
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
" Penance I can giue thee none,—
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!—
" Penance I can giue thee none,—
whatt then? what then?
" Penance I can giue thee none,—
but 7 yeere to be a stepping stone;
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
" Other seauen a clapper in a bell,—
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!—
"Other seauen a clapper in a bell,—
whatt then? what then?
"Other seauen a clapper in a bell,—
Other 7 to lead an ape in hell.
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
28
LILLUMWHAM
" When thou hast thy penance done,
Lillumwham, Lillumwham!
" when thou hast thy penance done,
whatt then? what then?
"when thou hast thy penance done,
then thoust come a mayden home."
Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, Leg a merry, mett, mer, whoop, whir!
driuance, larumben, Grandam boy, heye!
LAST NIGHT I THOUGHT 29
LAST NIGHT I THOUGHT
[1620-50]
[Percy Folio Manuscript, page 463 of MS.].
Last night I thought my true loue I caught;
when I waket, in my armes I mist her;
my sleepe I renued, & my dreame I pursued;
till I ffound out my loue, & I kist her.
but if such delights belong to the nights,
when the head hath Phebus in keepinge,
how is he blest wz'th content in his rest
that can ffind but his Mistress sleepinge?
If shadowes can make the braines for to ake,
when the spirritts haue their reposes,
the substance hath power to proue & procure
all the pleasures that loues incloses.
Nights sable shroud, wz'th her bonny cloude,
will defend thee from Tvtanus peepinge,
& helpe thee to shade all the shiffts thou hast made
ffor to find out thy Mis/iess sleepinge.
Then since the aid of the Cynthian mayd
doth assist vs with her endeauour;
30 LAST NIGHT I THOUGHT
light to the moone till the suffering be done;
shees a ffreind to the fTaithfFul euer.
though shee denyes, shee pishes & shee cryes,
leaue not thou of ffor her weepinge;
flbr if shee ffind that affectyon be kinde,
shees thine owne, boy, awake or sleepinge!
PANDERS, COME AWAYE 31
PANDERS, COME AWAYE
[1620-50]
[Percy Folio Manuscript, page 486 oj MS.].
Panders, come away!
bring north your whores by Clusters
alongst the Lane, by Gray,
wheere Cupid keepes his musters
now to-day!
whenches, doe you heare ? I tell you not a ffable;
all you that doe appeare, & be not warrantable,
heele Casheere!
As for Nan: wright, though her dealings may com-
pare h[er;]
yett, for her parts below, theres not a woman ffairer
to the showe.
Litle Ales is found 7 yeeres to haue been a trader;
yett Tom Todd wilbe bound, whom as they say
did spade h[er,]
that shees sound.
32 PANDERS, COME AWAYE
Gardens neere the worss, though shee hath made
her Cofney]
as comwon as the Bursse; yett still shee hath they
money
in her pursse.
Boulton is put by, & Luce, among the infected;
& ffranke Todd goeth a-wry, being before detected
to be drye.
Pitts is to forbeare the trade, & soe is likwise
Pearnit;
for Cupid in his eare, is told that they haue had itt
to a haire.
True itt is that Babe for yeeres may be a virgin;
yett Cupid ffinds the drabb, al ready for a surgyon
for the scabb.
Southewells! beare in mind, althoug they are ffalse
doers,
they say that you are blind, & soe p«happs
more ffauors
you doe ffind.
winlowe is to young, to know the ffruits of wooinge
till nott haue made her strong, to know the ffruits
as doei[nge]
to to Longe.
PANDERS, COME AWAYE 33
Gallants, come not neare to braue Venetia Stanley!
her Lord hath placed her there, that will maintaine
her ma[nly]
without ffeare.
Hayseys, stoupe soe long, to Cupid for aquittance,
till euidence soe strong, will speake for yo«r indit-
men[t]
. . ce & lames, Cupid will haue you
armed;
for w/th his hottest fflames he hath them soundlye
warmed;
marke their names!
Nan: lames is growne soe Coy, that no man can
endure her;
yett I haue heard some say, a barbers boy did
cure her
of a toye.
But -wz'th the wicked sire, that yett was nener
thought on,
by quenching of loues ffire, hath tane away Besse
Broughton
one desire.
Its ill that simix rydes, lane selbe doth oppresse her;
Wntl other more besides, vnlesse there were a dresser
of their hyds.
MERRY SONGS III.
34 PANDERS, COME AW AYE
Beunkards, how yee speed, tis shrewdly to be
ffeared;
yee cannott aske to reade, soe oft you haue beene
seared
ffor the deede.
ffoulgam will appeale, from Cupid, as men gather,
or in her wandring taile, hath beene her holy
father;
hees her bayle.
Dodson is not ill, yeett hath shee beene a deale-her;
the fait was in his skill, who knew not how to appease
her
wz'th his quill.
her husband saies shee[s] nought, I thinke an honest
woman
by Lewdnesse may be brought, to be like others,
common,
being sought.
Ales Bradshaw is fforgott, the CittyeAkrtingrosther;
but happy is his lott, that neu*r did arrest her,
for shee is hott.
Cittye wiues, they say, doe occupye by Charter;
but Cupid grant they may, that ware for-ware the
barter
without pay.
PANDERS, COME AWAYE 35
Ladyes name wee none, nor yett no Ladyes women
yo«r honors may begone; ffor Ccesars loue will
sunwion
you alone.
But because that some will not allow the order,
to morefeelds see you Come, yo»r Maiowr and
yoia recorder
with a drum.
Thus farwell, yee whores, yee hackneys and yee
harlotts!
ome neare my walkes no more, but get you to
yom varletts
as before!
My hart shall ay disdaine, to thinke of such pore
blisses;
my lipps shall eke the same, to touch wz'th breathing
kisses
yours againe.
Thus here ends my song, made only to be merrye :
If I offend in toung, in hart I shalbe sorry
ffor the wrong.
36 A DAINTY DUCKE
A DAINTY DUCKE
[1620-50]
[Percy Folio Manuscript, page 487 of MS.\
A dainty ducke I Chanced to meete;
shee wondered what I wold doe,
& curteously shee did mee greete
as an honest woman shold doe.
I asked her if shee wold drinke;
shee wondered what I wold doe,
shee answered me wz'th sober winke,
as an honest woman shold doe.
I tooke........
\A leaf is gone here in the MS., containing,
among other things perhaps, the beginning of
" The Spanish Lady"].
TOM LONGE
37
TOM LONGE
[1620-50]
[Percy Folio Manuscript, page 508 of MS.].
Come in, Tom longtayle, come short hose &
round,
Come ffatt gutts & slender, and all to be ffound,
Come fflatt Capp and ffether, and all to be found,
Strike home thy pipe, Tom Longe.
Come lowcy, come laced shirt, come damm me,
come [ruffe!]
Come holy geneua, a thing wz'th-out Cuffe,
Come dughtye dom diego, wz'th Linens enough,
Strike home thy pipe, Tom Longe.
Bring a fface out of England, a backe out of franfce,]
A belly ffrom fflanders, come all in a dance!
pmn buttockes of Spayne, aduance! aduance!
Strike home thy pipe, Tom Longe.
Come bring in a wench shall ffitt euery natyon,
ffor shape & ffor makeing, a Taylors creatyon,
38
TOM LONGE
& new made againe to ffitt euery natyon.
Strike home thy pipe, Tom Longe.
Come tricke itt, and tire itt, in anticke array!
Come trim itt, and trosse itt, and make vp the day,
for Tom & nell, nicke and Gill, make vp the hay!
Strike home thy pipe, Tom Longe.
A health to all Captaines that neu«- was in warres,
thats knowne by their Scarletts, & not by their
scarres!
a health to all Ladyes that neuer used Merkin,
yett their stuffe ruffles like Buff lether ierkin!
Strike home thy pipe, Tom Longe.
A health to all Courtiers that neuer bend knees!
& a health to all schollers thai scornes their
degrees!
a health to all Lawyers that neuer tooke ffees!
& a health to all welchemen that loues tosted
Cheese!
Strike home the pipe, Tom Long!
<m>
CUCKOLD'S HAVEN 39
CUCKOLD'S HAVEN
OR
The Marry'd man's miserie, who must abide
The penaltie of being Horoify'd:
Hee unto his neighbours doth make his case
knowne,
And tels them all plainly, The case is their owne.
[1620-55]
[Roxburgh Ballads, i. 46, 47 ; tune, The Spanish
Gipsie, in Pop. Music, i. 273].
Come, Neighbours, follow me,
that Cuckollized be,
That all the Towne may see
our slauish miserie:
Let euery man that keeps a Bride
tale heed hee bee not hornify'd.
Though narrowly I doe watch,
and vse Lock, Bolt, and Latch,
My wife will me o'rematch,
my forehead I may scratch:
For though I xvait both time and tide,
I oftentimes am hornify'd.
40 CUCKOLD'S HAVEN
For now the time's so growne,
men cannot keepe their owne,
But euery slaue, vnknowne,
will reape what we haue sowne:
Yea, though we keep them by our side,
we now and then are hornify'd.
They haue so many wayes
by nights or else by dayes,
That though our wealth decayes,
yet they our homes will raise:
And many of them take a pride
to keepe their husbands hornify'd.
O what a case is this
O what a griefe it is
My wife hath leam'd to Kisse,
And tftinkes 'tis not amisse:
Shee oftentimes doth me deride,
and tels me I am hornify'd.
What euer I doe say,
shee will haue her owne way;
Shee scorneth to obey;
Shee'll take time while she may;
And if I beate her back and side,
In spight J shall be hornify'd.
Nay, you would little thinke
how they will friendly link,
CUCKOLD'S HAVEN 41
And how they'I sit and drink
till they begin to wink:
And then if Vulcan will but ride,
Some Cuckold shall be hornify'd.
A woman that will be drunk,
will eas'ly play the Punck;
For when her wits are sunk
all keyes will fit her Trunk:
Then by experience oft is tride,
poore men that way are hornify'd.
Thus honest men must beare,
and 'tis in vaine to feare,
For we are ne're the neare
our hearts with griefe to teare:
For while ive mourne, it is their pride
the more to keepe vs hornify'd.
And be we great or small,
we must be at their call;
How e're the Cards doe fall,
we men must suffer all:
Doe what we can we must abide
the paine of being hornify'd.
THE SECOND PART, TO THE SAME TUNE
If they once bid vs goe,
wee dare not twice say no,
CUCKOLD'S HAVEN
Although too well we know
'Tis to our griefe and woe:
Nay we are glad their faults to hide,
though often 7ve are homify'd.
If I my wife prouoke
with words in anger spoke,
Shee sweares shee'll make all smoke,
and I must be her Cloake:
Her basenesse and my wrongs I hide,
and patiently am homify'd.
When these good Gossips meet
In Alley, Lane, or Street,
(Poore men, we doe not see't!)
with Wine and Sugar sweet,
They arme tkemselues, and then, beside,
their hisbands must be homify'd.
Not your Italian Locks
(which seemes a Paradox)
Can keepe these Hens from Cocks,
till they are paid with a P----
So long as they can goe or ride,
Thty'l haue their husbands homify'd.
The more you haue intent
the business to preuent,
CUCKOLD'S HAVEN 43
The more her mind is bent
your will to circumuent:
Such secret meanes they can prouide
to get their husbands hornify'd.
For if we them doe blame,
or tell them of their shame,—
Although the men we name
with whom they did the same:
They'l sweare who euer spake it ly'd.
Thus still poore men are hotnify 'd.
All you that single be
avoid this slauery,
Much danger is you see,
in women's company;
For he who to a Wife is ty'd
may looke still to be hornify'd.
Yet must I needes confesse
(though many doe transgresse)
A number, numberlesse
which virtue doe possesse,
And to their Husbands are a guide,
by such no man is hornify'd.
They who are of that race,
this Ditie in any case,
CUCKOLD'S HAVEN
Is not to their disgrace,
they are not for this place:
To such this onely is apply'd
by whom good men are hornify'd.
THE INDUSTRIOUS SMITH 45
THE INDUSTRIOUS SMITH
The industrious Smith, wherin is showne
How plain dealing is overthrown;
That let a nan do the best that he may,
An idle huswife will work his decay,
Yet art is no burthen, though ill we may speed,
Our labour will help us in time of our need.
[1635]
[From Roxburgh Ballads, i. 158,15Q; by Humphrey
Crouch; tune, Young man, remember delights
are but vain].
There was a poor Smith liv'd in a poor town,
That had a loving wife bonny and brown,
And though he were very discreet and wise,
Yet would he do nothing without her advise,
His stock it grew low, full well he did know;
He told his wife what he intended to do;
Quoth he, Sweet wife, if I can prevail,
I will shoo horses, and thou shalt sell Ale.
1 see by my labour but little I thrive,
And that against the stream I do strive;
By selling of Ale some mony is got,
If every man honestly pay for his pot:
46 THE INDUSTRIOUS SMITH
By this we may keep the Wolf from the door,
And live in good fashion, though now we live poor;
If we have good custome we shal have quick sale;
So may we live bravely by selling of Ale.
Kind husband, quoth she, let it be as you said,
It is the best motion that ever you made;
A Stan of good Ale, let me have in,
A dozen of good white bread in my Bin:
Tobacco, likewise, we must not forget,
Men will call for it when malt's above wheat:
When once it is known, then ore hill and dale
Men will come flocking to taste of our Ale.
They sent for a wench, her name it was Besse,
And her they hired to welcome their ghesse,
They took in good Ale, and many things mo,
The Smith had got him two strings to his bow:
Good fellows come in, and began for to rore,
The Smith he was never so troubled before;
But, quoth the good wife, sweet hart do not rayl,
These things must be, if we sell Ale.
The Smith went to his work every day,
But still one or other would call him away;
For now he had got him the name of an Host,
It cost him many a pot and a toste,
Besides much precious time he now lost.,
And thus the poor Smith was every day crost;
THE INDUSTRIOUS SMITH 47
But, quoth the good wife, sweet hart do not rayl,
These things must be, if we sell Ale.
Men run on the score and little they paid,
Which made the poor Smith be greatly dismaid;
And bonny Besse though she were not slack,
To welcom her guesse, yet things went to wrack
For she would exchange a pot for a kisse,
Which any fellow should seldom times misse.
But quoth the good wife, sweet hart, do not rayl,
These things must be, if we sell Ale.
The Smith went abroad at length hee came home,
And found his maid and man in a room
Both drinking together foot to foot,
To speak unto them he thought 'twas no boot,
For they were both drunk and could not reply
To make an excuse as big as a lye.
But, quoth the good wife, sweet hart do not rayl,
These things must be if we sell Ale.
He came home again and there he did see
His Wife kindly sitting on a man's knee,
And though he said little, yet he thought the more,
And who could blame the poore Wittal therfore.
He hugd her and kist her though Vulcan stood by,
Winch made him to grumble, and look all awry,
But quoth the good wife, sweet hart do not rayl,
These things must be if we sell Ale.
48 THE INDUSTRIOUS SMITH
THE SECOND PART, TO THE SAME TUNE
A Sort of Saylers were drinking one night,
And when they were drunk began for to fight,
The Smith came to part them, as some do report,
And for his good will he was beat in such sort,
That he could not lift his arms to his head,
Nor yet very hardly creep up to his bed.
But quoth the good Wife, sweet hart do not rayl,
These things must be if we sell Ale.
The Smith by chance a good fellow had met,
That for strong Ale was much in his debt,
He askt him for mony, quoth he by your leave,
I owe you no mony, nor none you shall have,
I owe to your wife, and her I will pay,
Alas, who could blame him if now he do rayl,
These things should not be though they sold Ale.
Old debts must be paid, O why should they not,
The fellow went home to pay the old shot,
The Smith followed after and they fell at strife
For he found the fellow in bed with his Wife.
He fretted and fumed, he curst, and he swore,
Quoth she, he is come to pay the old score.
And still she cryde, good sweet hart, do not rayl,
For these things must be if we sell Ale.
THE INDUSTRIOUS SMITH 49
A stock of good fellows, all Smiths by their trade,
Within a while after a holiday made;
Unto the Smiths house the)- came then with speed,
And there they were wondrous merry indeed,
With my pot and thy pot, to rayse the score hier,
Mine Oast was so drunk he fell in the fire:
But, quoth the good Wife, sweet hart do not rayl,
These things must be if we sell Ale.
Mine Oast being drank, and loose in his joynts,
He took an occasion to untrusse his points,
The vault it was nere, but borded but slight,
The Smith he was heavy, and could not tred light,
The bords broke asunder, and down he fell in,
It was a worse matter then breaking his shin,
But quoth the good Wife, sweet hart do not rayl,
These things must be if we sell Ale.
Happy is he who, when he doth stumble,
Knowes the ground well before he do tumble,
But so did not he, for he had forgotten
The bords which he trod on were so [very] rotten,
He mov'd the house to mirth and to laughter,
His clothes they stunk at least a month after,
But, quoth the good Wife, sweet hart, do not rayl,
These things must be, if we sell Ale.
But men ran so much with him on the score,
at Vulcan at last grew wondrous poor,
MERRY SONGS HI.
50 THE INDUSTRIOUS SMITH
He ow'd the Brewer and Baker so much,
They thretned to arrest him his case it was such,
He went to his Anvill, to my pot and thine,
He turn'd out his Maid, he puld down his Signe;
But O (quoth the good Wife), why should we fail,
These things should not be if we sell Ale.
The Smith and his boy went to work for some
chink,
To pay for the liquor which others did drink.
Of all trades in London, few break as I heare,
That sell Tobacco, strong Ale, and good Beer.
They might have done better, but they were loth,
To fill up their measure with nothing but froth.
Let no Ale-house keeper at my song rayl,
These things must be if they sell Ale.
«LIE STILL MY DEAR" 51
"LIE STILL MY DEAR"
[1650]
rom The Academy of Complements,?. 194; tune,
Loth to Depart (Chappell's Pop. Music, 173)].
Lie still my deer, why dost thou rise?
The light that shines comes from thine eyes:
The day breaks not, it is my heart,
To think that you and I must part.
Oh stay! or else my joyes will dye,
Or perish in their infancy.
'Tis time, 'tis day, what if it be?
Wilt thou therefore arise from me?
Did we lie down because of night?
And shall we rise for fear of light?
No, since in darkness we came hither,
In spighte of light we'l lye together.
Oh let me dye on thy sweet breast,
Far sweeter then the Phoenix nest.
52 "HOW PLEASANT TO DISCOVER"
« HOW PLEASANT IT IS TO DISCOVER"
[i674]
[From Bristol Drollery, p. 5].
How pleasant it is to discover
In the Mistriss you love and adore,
The coming regards of a Lover,
She made you despair of before.
At first with coy looks and disdain,
She paid all your sighs and addresses;
But now that <-'ie pities youi pain,
Her alter'd demeanor confesses.
Then oh! what a Joy 'tis to find,
At length that her pity improves,
To a passion so true and so kind,
As is next consummation of Loves.
Whilst you ply her with warmer caresses,
And close as a Lover do's use
To fetter a Miss in Embraces,
Till she cannot tell how to refuse.
-ABROAD AS I WAS WALKING" 53
"ABROAD AS I WAS WALKING"
[1678]
[Words by Durfey in Trick for Trick; music in
Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 179I.
Abioad as I was walking, upon a Summer's day,
There I met a Beggar-woman cloathed all in Gray;
Her Cloaths they were so torn, you might have
seen her Skin,
She was the first that taught me to see the Golin,
Ah, see the Golin my Jo ! see the Golin.
You Youngsters of Delight, pray take it not in
scorn,
She came of Adam's Seed, tho' she was basely born;
And tho' her Cloaths were torn, yet she had a
Milk-white Skin,
She was the first that taught me, &c.
She had a pretty little Foot, and a moist Hand,
With which she might compare to any Lady in
the Land ;
Ruby LipS) Cherry-cheeks, and a dimpled Chin,
She was the first that taught me, &c.
54 "ABROAD AS I WAS WALKING "
When that Ay had wooed, and wad her twa
my will,
Ay could not then devise the way to keep her
Baby still;
She bid me be at quiet, for she valued it not
a pin,
She was the first that taught me, &c.
Then she. takes her Beam up, and wraps it weel
in cloaths,
And then she takes a Golin and stuck between
her Toes;
And ever as the Lurden cry'd, or made any din,
She shook her Foot, and cry'd my Jo, see the Golin :
And see the Golin, my Jo, see the Golin.
THE LUCKY MINUTE 55
THE LUCKY MINUTE
[b. 1680]
y the Earl of Rochester: published (c 1770)
as a broadside song with music].
As Chloris full of harmless Thought,
Beneath a Willow lay,
Kind Love a youthful Shepherd brought,
To pass the Time away.
She blush'd to be encounter'd so,
And chid the am'rous Swain;
But, as she strove to rise and go,
He pull'd her down again.
A sudden Passion seiz'd her Heart,
In spite of her Disdain;
She felt a Pulse in ev'ry Part,
And Love in ev'ry Vein.
Oh Youth! said she, what Charms are these,
That conquer and surprise?
Oh! let me----for, unless you please,
I have no Pow'r to rise,
56 THE LUCKY MINUTE
She fainting spoke, and trembling lay,
For fear he shou'd comply;
Her lovely Eyes her Heart betray,
And gave her Tongue the Lie.
Thus she, who Princes had deny'd,
With all their Pomp and Train,
Was in the lucky Minute try'd,
And yielded to the Swain.
pi
THE
WEST-COUNTRYMAN'S SONG 57
THE WEST-COUNTRYMAN'S SONG
ON A WEDDING
[1682]
[From Wit and Mirth (1682), p. 133; tune in
Pills to Pmge Melancholy {1719), m. 278].
Od's hartly wounds, Iz'e not to Plowing, not I Sir,
Because I hear there's such brave doings hard
by, Sir;
Thomas the Minstril, he's gan twinkling before, Sir,
And they talk, there will be two or three more, Sir;
Who the Rat can mind, either Bayard or Ball Sir,
O rany thing at all, Sir, for thinking of drinking
i'th Hall, Sir.
E'gad not I, let Master fret it, and storm it,
I am resolv'd: I'm sure there can be no harm in't:
Who would lose the zight of the Lasses and Pages,
And pretty little Sue, so true, when she ever
engages;
E'gad not I, I'd rather lose all my Wages.
There's my Lord has got the curiousest Daughter,
Look but on her, she'll make the Chops on ye
water.
58 THE WEST-COUNTRYMAN'S SONG
This is the day the Ladies are all about her,
Some veed her, some to dresse her and clout her:
Ud's-bud, she's grown the featest, the neatest,
the sweetest
The pritty littles't rogue, and all men do say the
discreetest
There's ne're a Girl that wears a Head in the
Nation,
But must give place zince Mrs. Betty's. Creation:
She's so good, so witty, so pretty to please ye,
Zo charitable, kind, zo courteous & loving, and
easie;
That I'le be bound to make a Maid of my Mother,
If London Town, can e're send down zuch another.
Next my Lady, in all her gallant Apparel,
Iz'e not forget the thumping thund'ring Barrel;
There's zuch Drink the strongest head cannot
bear it,
'Twill make a vool of Sack, or White-wine, or
Clarret;
And zuch plenty, that twenty or thirty good vellows
May tipple off their cups, until they lye down
on their Pillows;
Then hit off thy vrock, and don't stand scratching
thy head zo,
For thither I'll go, Cod's—because I have
said so.
ADVICE TO A FRIEND 59
ADVICE TO A FRIEND UPON HIS
MARRIAGE
[1682]
[From Wit and Mitth, p. 104].
To Friend and to Foe, to all that I know
That to marriage Estate do prepare,
Remember your days in several ways
Are troubled with sorrow and care:
For he that doth look in the Married mans book
And read but his Items all over,
Shall find them to come, at length to a sum
Which shall empty Purse, Pocket and Coffer.
In the pastimes of Love when their labours do
prove,
And the fruit begineth to kick,
For this and for that, and I know not for what,
The Woman must have or be sick;
There's Item set down for a loos-bodyed Gown,
In her longings yon must not deceive her;
For a Bodkin a Ring, or the other fine thing,
For a Whisk, a Scarf or a Beaver.
6o ADVICE TO A FRIEND
Deliver'd and well, who is't cannot tell
Thus while the child lyes at Nipple,
There's Item for Wine, and Gossips so fine,
And Sugar to sweeten their Tipple;
There's Item I hope for Water and Sope,
Theie's Item for Fire and Candle,
For better for worse, there's Item for Nurse
The Baby to dress and to dandle.
When swadled in lap, There's Item for pap,
And Item for Pot, Pan and Ladle;
A Coral with Bells, which custom compels,
And Item ten Groats for a Cradle;
With twenty odd knacks which the little one lacks,
And thus doth thy pleasure bewray thee:
But this is the sport in Country and Court,
Then let not these pastimes betray thee.
CHARMING CELIA 6t
CHARMING CELIA LYES UPON HER
BRIDAL BED
[1682]
[Catch in Wit and Mirth, p. 118; tune, Christ
Church Bells].
See how Charming Celia lyes upon her
Bridal bed;
There's no such Beauty at Court,
She's fit for the sport;
And she looks so lovely white and red,
After the first and second time.
The Bridegroom gin's to slack his pace,
But the cry's come, come, come to me;
And lay thy Cheek close to my face.
Tinkle, tinkle, ting, goes the Bell to the Bed,
whilest common time they keep:
With a parting kiss
They end their bliss,
And so retire to sleep.
62 THE GELDING OF THE DEVIL
THE GELDING OF THE DEVIL BY DICK
THE BAKER OF MANSFIELD TOWN
[1682]
[From Wit and Mhth (1682), p. 40; tune in
Pills to Purge Melancholy (1719), iii. 147].
Now listen a while, and I will tell,
Of the Gelding of the Devil of Hell;
And Dick the Baker of Mansfield Town,
To Manchester Market he was bound,
And under a Grove of Willows clear,
This Baker rid on with a merry Cheer:
Beneath the Willows there was a Hill,
And there he met the Devil of Hell.
Baker, quoth the Devil, tell me that,
How came thy Horse so fair and fat?
In troth, quoth the Baker, and by my fay,
Because his Stones were cut away:
For he that will have a Gelding free,
Both fair and lusty he must be:
Oh! quoth the Devil, and saist thou so,
Thou shalt geld me before thou dost go.
Go tie thy Horse unto a Tree,
And with thy Knife come and geld me;
THE GELDING OF THE DEVIL 63
The Baker had a Knife of Iron and Steel,
With which he gelded the Devil of Hell,
It was sharp pointed for the nonce,
Fit for to cut any manner of Stones:
The Baker being lighted from his Horse,
Cut the Devil's Stones from his Arse.
Oh! quoth the Devil, beshrow thy Heart,
Thou dost not feel how I do smart;
For gelding of me thou art not quit,
For I mean to geld thee this same Day seven-night.
The Baker hearing the Words he said,
Within his Heart was sore afraid,
He hield him to the next Market Town,
To sell his Bread both white and brown.
And when the Market was done that Day,
The Baker went home another way,
Unto his Wife he then did tell,
How he had gelded the Devil of Hell:
Nay, a wondrous Word I heard him say,
He would geld me the next Market Day;
Therefore Wife I stand in doubt,
I'd rather, quoth she, thy Knaves Eyes were out.
I'd rather thou should break thy Neck-bone,
Than for to lose any manner of Stone,
™r why, 'twill be a loathsome thing,
hen every Woman shall call thee Gelding.
64 THE GELDING OF THE DEVIL
Thus they continu'd both in Fear,
Until the next Market Day drew near;
Well, quoth the good Wife, well I wot,
Go fetch me thy Doublet and thy Coat.
Thy Hose, thy Shoon and Cap also,
And I like a Man to the Market will go ;
Then up she got her all in hast,
With all her Bread upon her Beast.
And when she came to the Hill side,
There she saw two Devils abide,
A little Devil and another,
Lay playing under the Hill side together.
Oh! quoth the Devil, without any fain,
Yonder comes the Baker again;
Beest thou well Baker, or beest thou woe,
I mean to geld thee before thou dost go:
These were the Words the Woman did say,
Good Sir, I was gelded but Yesterday;
Oh! quoth the Devil, that I will see,
And he pluckt her Cloaths above her Knee.
And looking upwards from the Ground,
There he spied a grievous Wound;
Oh! (quoth the Devil) what might he be?
For he was not cunning that gelded thee,
For when he had cut away the Stones clean,
He should have sowed up the Hole again;
THE GELDING OF THE DEVIL 65
He called the little Devil to him anon,
And bid him look to that same Man.
Whilst he went into some private place,
To fetch some Salve in a little space;
The great Devil was gone but a little way,
But upon her Belly there crept a Flea:
The little Dev.l he soon espy'd that,
He up with his Paw and gave her a pat:
With that the Woman began to start,
And out she thrust a most horrible Fart.
Whoop! whoop! quoth the little Devil, come
again I pray,
For here's another hole broke, by my fay;
The great Devil he came running in hast,
Wherein his Heart was sore aghast:
Fough, quoth the Devil, thou art not sound,
Thou stinkest so sore above the Ground,
Thy Live Days sure cannot be long,
Thy Breath it fumes so wond'rous strong.
The Hole is cut so near the Bone,
There is no Salve can stick thereon,
And therefore, Baker, I stand in doubt,
That all thy Bowels will fall out-
Therefore Baker, hie thee away '
And m this place no longer stay.
ME*RY SONGS II,.
66 "AS I WENT OVER TAWNY MARSH"
«*AS I WENT OVER TAWNY MARSH'
[1682]
[A Catch in Wit and Mirth (1682), p. 14].
As I went over Tawny Marsh,
There I met with a Tawny Lass:
Tawny Hose, and Tawny Shoon,
Tawny Petticoat, Tawny Gown.
Tawny Brow, and Tawny Face;
Thy Tawny Nose in her Tawny A----
THE LIBERTINE 67
THE LIBERTINE
[1683]
[Durfey, Songs, p. 72; tune, Farmer's Maggot].
Whilst Love Predominates over our Souls,
A Pox on Counsel from tedious Old Fools;
Reproofs of the Church-men but whet us the more,
Whilst liberty Teaches,
And appetite Preaches,
No wealth like a Bottle, no joy like a Wh----
Long Tales of Heav'n to fools are given,
But we put in pleasure to make the Scale even;
Thus Kissing, and Wenching, and Drinking brave
Boys,
We drive out Collicks
By nightly Frolicks,
And drown short Life in a Deluge of Joys.
We choose our Misses by goodness of Face,
And hate your formal Fops like a long Grace;
The Minions of Fortune we slight and reprove,
'Tis she's the Fairy,
That proves most Airy,
nd Courts our acquaintance with passion and love:
68
THE LIBERTINE
Let the Zealous Mizer think he is wiser,
That late kept a Wench, but now is preciser;
Whilst we sit and Revel here free from mishaps,
With Girls as willing
As we for a Shilling,
And fear nought, but Duns, bad Clarret and Claps.
THE RAPTURE 69
THE RAPTURE
[1683]
[From Durfey's Songs, p. 37; set by Mr. Ti
Farmer].
As on Serena's panting Breast
The happy Strephon lay,
With Love and Beauty doubly blest
He past the hours away:
Fierce Raptures of transporting Love,
And pleasure struck him dumb,
He envied not the pow'rs above,
Nor all the joys to come.
As painful Bees far off do rove,
To bring their Treasure home,
So Strephon rang'd the Field of Love,
To make his honny Comb;
Her Ruby lips he suckt and prest,
From whence all sweets derive,
Then buzzing round her snowy Breast;
Soon crept into the hive.
■as^gj?
70 THE MODERATE MAN
THE MODERATE MAN
[1705J
[Words by T. Durfey, music in Pills to Purge
Melancholy (1719), i. 7].
A Tory, a Whig, and a Moderate Man,
O'er a Tub of strong Ale
Met, in Ailesbury Vale,
Where there liv'd a plump Lass they call'd
buxom Nan:
The Tory a Londoner proud and high,
The Whig was a Tradesman plaguy sly;
The Trimmer a Farmer, but merry and dry,
And thus they their Suit began:
Pretty Nancy we're come to put in our Claim,
Resolv'd upon Wedlocks pleasing Game;
Here's Jacob the Big,
And William the Whig,
And Roger the Grigg,
Jolly Lads, as e'er were buckled in Girdle fast;
Say which you will chuse,
To tye with a Noose,
For a Wife we must carry what e'er comes on't,
Then think upon't,
THE MODERATE MAN 71
You'll never be sorry when y'have don't,
Nor like us the worse for our Wooing so blunt,
Then tell us who pleases best.
The Lass who was not of the motion shy,
The ripe Years of her Life
Being Twenty and Five:
To the Worc's of her Lover straight made reply,
I find you believe me a Girl worth Gold,
And I know too you like my Coppy-hold;
And since Fortune favours the brisk and the bold,
One of ye I mean to try.
But I am not for you nor S----'s Cause,
Nor you with your H----y's Hums and Hawes;
No Jacob the Bigg,
Nor William the Whigg,
But Roger the Grigg,
With his Mirth and mildness happily please me can;
Tis him I will choose,
For th' Conjugal Noose;
So that you the Church Bully may rave and
rant,
And you may Cant,
|Till both are Impeacht in Parliament;
'Tis Union and Peace that the Nation does
want,
So I'm for the Moderate Man.
72 "I SAW THE LASS
"I SAW THE LASS WHOM DEAR I LOV'D"
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), i. 225,
with music].
I Saw the Lass whom dear I lov'd,
Long sighing and complaining,
While me she shunn'd and disapprov'd,
Another entertaining:
Her Hand, her Lip, to him were free,
No Favour she refus'd him;
Judge how unkind she was to me,
While she so kindly us'd him!
His Hand her milk-white Bubby press'd;
A Bliss worth Kings desiring;
Ten thousand times he kiss'd her Breast,
The snowy Mounts admiring
While pleas'd to be the Charming Fair,
That to such Passion mov'd him;
She clapp'd his Cheeks, and curl'd his Hair,
To shew she well approv'd him.
The killing Sight my Soul inflam'd,
And swell'd my Heart with Passion;
"I SAW THE LASS" 73
Which like my Love could not be tam'd,
Nor had Consideration:
I beat my Breast, and tore my Hair,
On my hard Fate complaining;
That plung'd me into deep Despair,
Because of her Disdaining.
Ah, cruel Moggy! then I cry'd,
Will not my Sorrows move you?
Or if my Love must be deny'd,
Yet give me leave to love you:
And then frown on, and still be coy,
Your constant Swain despising;
For 'tis but just you should destroy,
What is not worth your Prizing,
74 THE HIDE-PARK FROLICK
THE HIDE-PARK FROLICK
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 139,
with music].
One Evening a little before it was dark,
sing, tan tara rara tan-tivee;
I call'd for my Gelding, and rid to Hide-park,
on tan tara, rara tan-tivee;
It was in the merry Month oi May,
When Meadows and Fields were gaudy and Gay,
And Flowers apparell'd as bright as the Day,
I got upon my Tan-tivee.
The Park shone brighter than the Skies,
sing tan tara, rara Tan-tivee,
With Jewels and Gold, and Ladies Eyes,
that sparkled, and cry'd, come see me?
Of all parts of England, Hide-park hath the Name,
For Coaches and Horses and Persons of Fame,
It looked at first sight like a Field full of Flame,
Which made me Ride up Tan-tivee.
There hath not been such sight since Adam's,
for Perriwig, Ribbond, and Feather,
THE HIDE-PARK FROLICK 75
Hide-park may be term'd the Market of Madams,
or, Lady-Fair, chuse you whither:
Their Gowns were a Yard too long for their Legs,
They shew'd like the Rain-bow cut into Rags,
A Garden of Flowers, or a Navy of Flags,
When they did all mingle together.
Among all these Ladies, I singled out one,
to prattle of Love and Folly;
I found her not Coy, but jovial as Joan,
or Betty, or Marget, or Molly:
With honours and Love, and stories of Chances,
My Spirits did move, and my Blood she advances,
With Twenty Quadundrums, and Fifty Five Fancies,
I'd have been at her Tan-tivee.
We talk'd away time until it grew dark,
the Place did begin to grow privy;
For Gallants began to draw out of the Park,
to their Horses did gallop Tan-tivee:
But finding my Courage a little to come,
I sent my Bay Gelding away by the Groom,
And proffer'd my Service to wait on her Home,
In her Coach we went both Tan-tivee.
I offer'd and proffer'd, but found her strait-lac'd,
she cry'd I shall never believe ye;
This Arm full of Sattin l bravdy embrac>dj
and fain wouid have been at Tan.tivee.
76 THE HIDE-PARK FROLICK
Her Lodging was pleasant for scent and for sight,
She seem'd like an Angel by Candle-light,
And like a bold Archer, I aim'd at the White,
Tan-tivee, tan-tivee, tan-tivee.
With many Denials she yielded at last,
her Chamber being wondrous privy,
That I all the Night there might have my repast,
to run at the Ring Tan-tivee.
I put off my Cloaths, and I tumbled to Bed,
She went to her Closet to dress up her Head,
But I peep'd in the Key-hole to see what she did,
Which put me quite beside my Tan-tivee.
She took off her Head-tire, and shew'd her bald
Pate,
Her Cunning did very much grieve me,
Thought I to my self, if it were not so late,
I would home to my Lodgings believe me.
Her Hair being gone, she seem'd like a Hag,
Her bald-pate did look like an Ostrich's Egg,
This Lady (thought I) is as right as my Leg,
She hath been too much at Tan-tivee.
The more I did peep, the more I did spy,
Which did unto amazement drive me;
She put up her Finger, and out dropt her Eye,
I pray'd that some Power would relieve me:
But now my resolves was never to trouble her,
Or venture my Carcase with such a blind Hobler,
THE HIDE-PARK FROLICK 77
She look'd with One Eye, just like Hewson the
Cobler,
When he us'd to Ride Tan-tivee.
I peep'd, and was still more perplexed therewith,
Thought I, tho't be Midnight I'll leave thee;
She fetch'd a yawn, and out fell her Teeth,
This Quean had intents to deceive me:
She drew out her Handkerchief as I suppose,
To wipe her high Fore-head, off dropt her Nose,
Which made me run quickly and put on my Hose,
The Devil is in my Tan-tivee.
She washt all the Paint from her Visage, and then
She look'd just (if you will believe me)
Like a Lancashire Witch of Four score and Ten,
And as the Devil did drive me:
I put on my Cloaths, and cry'd Witches and Whores,
I tumbl'd down Stairs, broke open the Doors,
And down to my Country again to my Boors,
Next Morning I rid Tan-tivee.
You iVor/^-Country Gallants that live pleasant Lives,
Let not Curiosity drive ye;
To leave the fresh Air, and your own Tenants Wives,
For Sattin will sadly deceive you:
For my part I will no more be such a Meacock,
To deal with the plumes of a Hide-Park Peacock,
But find out a Russet-coat Wench and a Hay-cock,
And there I will ride Tan-tivee.
78 A RIDDLE WITTILY EXPOUNDED
A RIDDLE WITTILY EXPOUNDED
[b. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 129,
with music].
There was a Lady in the North-Country,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
And she had lovely Daughters three,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
Theie was a Knight of Noble worth,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
Which also lived in the North,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
The Knight of Courage stout and brave,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
A Wife he did desire to have,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
He knocked at the Lady's Gate,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
One Evening when it was late,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
A RIDDLE WITTILY EXPOUNDED 79
The youngest Sister let him in,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
And pinn'd the Door with a Silver Pin,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
The second Sister she made his Bed,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
And laid soft Pillows under his Head,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
The Youngest that same Night,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
She went to Bed to this young Knight,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
And in the Morning when it was Day,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
These words unto him she did say,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
Now you have had your will (quoth she)
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
I pray Sir Knight you Marry me,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
The young brave Knight to her reply'd,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
Thy Suit, Fair Maid shall not be deny'd,
pa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
8o A RIDDLE WITTILY EXPOUNDED
If thou can'st answer me Questions three,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
This very Day I will Marry thee,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
Kind Sir, in Love, O then quoth she,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
Tell me what your three Questions be,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
O what is longer than the Way ?
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
Or what is deeper than the Sea?
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
Or what is louder than a Horn?
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
Or what is sharper than a Thorn?
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
Or what is greener than the Grass?
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
Or what is worse than a Woman was?
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
The Damsel's Answer to the Three Questions
0 love is longer than the way,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
RIDDLE WITTILY EXPOUNDED 81
And Hell is deeper than the Sea,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
And Thunder's louder than the Horn,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
And Hunger's sharper than a Thorn,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
And Poyson's greener than the Grass,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
And the Devil's worse than the Woman was,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
When she these Questions answered had,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
The Knight became exceeding glad,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
And having truly tried her Wit,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
He much commended her for it,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
And after as 'tis verifi'd,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
He made of her his lovely Bride,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
So now fair Maidens all adieu,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
*RV SONGS III
6
82 A RIDDLE WITTILY EXPOUNDED
This Song I dedicate to you,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
I wish that you may Constant prove,
Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom,
Unto the Man that you do Love,
Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re.
A BALLAD OF THE COURTIER 83
A BALLAD OF THE COURTIER AND THE
COUNTRY CLOWN
\c. 1707]
[From Pilh to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 99,
with music].
Your Courtiers scorn we Country Clowns,
We Country Clowns care not for Court;
But we'll be as merry upon the Downs,
As you are at Midnight with all your Sport.
With a Fadding, &c.
You Hawk, you Hunt, you lie upon Pallets,
You Eat, you Drink, the Lord knows how;
We sit upon Hillocks, and pick up our Sallets,
And drink up a Sillibub under a Cow.
With a Fadding, &c.
Your Masques are made for Knights and Lords,
And Ladies that go fine and gay;
We Dance to such Musick the Bag-pipe affords,
And trick up our Lasses as well as we may.
With a Fadding, &c.
84 A BALLAD OF THE COURTIER
Your Cloaths are made of Silk and Sattin,
And ours are made of good Sheeps Grey;
You mix your Discourses with pieces of Latin,
We speak our English as well as we may.
With a Fadding, &c.
Your Chambers are hung with Cloth of Anas,
Our Meadows bedeck'd as fine as may be;
And from our Sport you never shall bar us,
Since Joan in the Dark, is as good as my Lady.
With a Fadding, &c.
Your Courtiers clip and cull upon Beds,
We Jumble our Lasses upon the Grass;
And when we have gotten their Maiden-heads,
They serve to make a Courtier's Lass.
With a Fadding, &c.
You Dance Corirants and the French Braul,
We Jig the Morris upon the Green;
And we make as good sport in a Country-Hall,
As you do before the King and the Queen.
With a Fadding, &c.
Then Ladies do not us disdain,
Although we wear no gaudy Cloaths;
You'll find as much Pith in a Country Swain,
When he plucks up your gay Embroider'd
Cloaths. With a Fadding, &c.
THE SILLY MAIDS
85
THE SILLY MAIDS
[c. 1707]
,11 Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 95;
with music; set by Akeroyde].
Maids are grown so Coy of late,
Forsooth they will not Marry;
Tho' they're in their Teens and past,
They say they yet can tarry:
But if they knew how sweet a thing
It is in Youth to Marry,
They would sell their Hose and Smock,
E'er they so long would tarry.
Winter Nights are long you know,
And bitter cold the Weather,
Then who's so fond to lie alone,
When two may lie together?
And is't not brave when Summer comes,
With all the Fields inrolled,
To take a Green-Gown on the Grass,
And wear it uncontrouled ?
For she that is most Coy of all,
If she had time and leisure,
86 THE SILLY MAIDS
Would lay away severest Thoughts,
And turn to Mirth and Pleasure:
For why, the fairest Maid sometimes
Puts on the Face of Folly,
And Maids do ne'er repent so much
As when they are too Holy.
PILLYCOCK
87
PILLYCOCK
V- 1707]
Tune in Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), iii. 50;
set by Tho. Wrath].
Pillycock came to my Lady's Toe,
And there the Whoreson began to go;
Had he Feet,
Ay marry had he?
And did he go,
Ay marry did he?
So boit upright and ready to fight,
And Pillycock he lay there all Night.
Pillycock came to my Lady's Heel,
And there the Whoreson began to feel;
Had he Hands,
Ay marry had he?
And did he feel,
Ay marry did he?
So bolt upright, &c.
Kycoek came to my Lady's shin,
Ld there the Whoreson began to grin;
88
PILLYCOCK
Had he Teeth,
Ay marry had he?
And did he grin,
Ay marry did he?
So bolt upright, &c.
Pillycock came to my Lady's Knee,
And there the "Whoreson began to see;
Had he Eyes,
Ay marry had he?
And did he see,
Ay marry did he?
So bolt upright, &c.
Pillycock came to my Lady's Thigh,
And there the Whoreson began to fly;
Had he Wings,
Ay marry had he?
And did he fly,
Ay marry did he?
So bolt upright, &c.
Pillycock came to my Lady's ----
And there the Whoreson began to hunt;
Had he Hounds,
Ay marry had he?
And did he Hunt,
Ay marry did he?
So bolt upright, &c.
PILLYCOCK
89
Pillycoch came to my Lady's Quilt,
And there the Whoreson began to Tilt;
Had he a Lance,
Ay marry had he?
And did he Tilt,
Ay marry did he?
S_o bolt upright, &c.
THE WANTON TRICK
THE WANTON TRICK
[e. 1707!
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 94;
with music; set by AkeroydeJ.
If any one long for a Musical Song,
Altho' that his Hearing be thick,
The sound that it bears will ravish his Ears,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
A pleasant young Maid on an Instrument play'd,
That knew neither Note, nor Prick;
She had a good Will to live by her Skill,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
A Youth in that Art well seen in his Part,
They call'd him Darbyshire Dick,
Came to her a Suiter, and wou'd be her Tutor,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
To run with his Bow he was not slow,
His Fingers were nimble and quick,
When he play'd on his Bass, he ravish'd the Lass,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
THE WANTON TRICK 91
He Woo'd her and Taught her, until he had
brought her
To hold out a Crotchet and Prick,
And by his direction, she came to Perfection,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
With Playing and Wooing he still would be doing,
And call'd her his pretty sweet Chick:
His reasonable Motion brought her to Devotion,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
He pleas'd her so well, that backwards she fell,
And swooned, as tho' she were sick;
So sweet was his Note, that up went her Coat,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
The string of his Viol she put to the Trial,
Till she had the full length of the Stick ?
Her white Belly'd Lute she set to his Flute,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
Thus she with her Lute, and he with his Flute,
Held every Crotchet and Prick;
She learned at leisure, yet paid for the Pleasure,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
His Viol-string burst, her Tuten she Curst,
However she play'd with the Stick,
From October to June she was quite out of Tune,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
THE WANTON TRICK
With sheming her Hand to make the Pin stand,
The Musick within her grew Thick,
Of his Vial and Lule appeared some Fruit,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
And then she repented, that e'er she consented,
To have either Note or Prick;
For Learning so well made her Belly to swell,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
All Maids that make trial of a Lute or a Viol,
Take heed how you handle the Stick:
If you like not this Order, come try my Recorder,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
And if that this Ditty forsooth doth not fit ye,
I know not what Musick to Prick,
There's never a Strain but in time will be twain,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.
JOAN TO HER LADY 93
JOAN TO HER LADY
[c. 1707]
,m Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707). "• 8°;
with music; set by Akeroyde].
Lady, sweet now do not frown,
Nor in Anger call me Clown,
For your servant Joan may prove,
Like your self, as deep in Love;
And as absolute a Bit,
Man's sweet liquorish Tooth to fit.
The Smock alone the difference makes,
'Cause yours is spun of finer Flax.
What avails the Name of Madam?
Came not all from Father Adam?
Where does one exceed the other?
Was not Eve our common Mother?
Then what odds 'twixt you and Joan ?
Truly in my Judgment, none.
The Smock alone, &c.
Ladies are but Blood and Bone,
Skin and Sinews, so is Joan,
JOAN TO HER LADY
Joan's a Piece for a man to bore,
With his Wimble, your's no more.
Then what odds 'twixt you and Joan ?
Truly in my Judgment, none.
The Smock alone, &c.
It is not your flaunting Tires,
Are the cause of Men's Desires;
They're other Darts which Lusts pursue,
Those Joan has as well as you.
Then what odds 'twixt you and Joan?
Truly in my Judgment, none.
The Smock alone, &c.
What care we for Glorious Lights,
Women are used in the Nights;
And in Night in Women-kind,
Kings and Clowns like Sport do find.
Then what odds 'twixt you and Joan ?
Tiuly in my Judgment, none.
The Smock alone, &c.
Were there two in Bed together,
There's not a Pin to chuse 'twixt either;
Both have Eyes, and both have Lips;
Both have Thighs and both have Hips.
Then what odds 'twixt you and Joan ?
Truly in my Judgment, none.
The Smock alone, &c.
JOAN TO HER LADY 95
When your Hand puts out the Candle,
And you at last begin to handle,
Then you go about to do
What you should be done unto.
Then what odds 'twixt you and Joan?
Truly in my Judgment, none.
The Smock alone, &c.
Who can but in Conscience say,
Fie, fie, for shame away, away,
Putting Finger in the Eye,
Till you have a fresh Supply.
Then what odds 'twixt you and Joan?
Truly in my Judgment, none.
The Smock alone, &c.
96 THE BASHFUL SCOT
THE BASHFUL SCOT
[c. 1707]
[Frctn Fills to Finge Mdanclioly (1707), ii. 90;
with music; set by Akeroyde].
Jocky late with Jenny Walking,
On a Day in Summer Season;
Like a Lout with his Love sat talking,
When he should be doing Reason:
Jocky lost, Jocky lost,
His time to Dally, his time to Dally,
Whilst he cry'd, Sweet, sweet, sweet,
Sweet Jenny, shall I ? shall 1 ?
Jenny, as most Women use,
To deny when they would have it,
With faint Tongue she did refuse,
When her Looks did seem to aave it:
Still he cry'd, still he cry'd,
When he shou'd dally, when he shou'd dally,
Jenny sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet,
Sweet Jenny, shall I ? shall I ?
She that now was grown more willing,
When she saw his backward dealing,
THE BASHFUL SCOT
To prevent her own Heart's illing,
With a Sigh her Love revealing,
Said alas! said alas!
When he would dally; when he would dally,
Now you stand Sweet, sweet, sweet,
Sweet Jenny, Shall I ? Shall I ?
He perceiv'd by her Replying,
That a Nay was Yea, in Woing,
And that asking without trying,
Was the way to Love's Undoing;
Now he knows, now he knows,
When he should dally, when he should dally,
Not to stand sweet, sweet, sweet,
Sweet Jenny, Shall I ? Shall I ?
MERRY SONGS
98 THE FORGETFUL MOTHER
THE FORGETFUL MOTHER
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 75;
with music; set by Akeroyde].
My Mother she will not endure
That I should Married be,
Altho' my Father do procure
A Husband fit for me;
Wherein she doth me much abuse,
My Father's profer to refuse;
For younger Maids than I are sped,
And yet forsooth, I must not Wed.
My Mother she breeds all the Jars,
And ill she does me use,
And Love and Age breeds all the Wars,
Which grieves me to refuse.
Before she was as old as I,
She with a Man six Weeks did lie;
Judge you how much she doth me wrong,
To make me live a Maid so long.
For now I am of lawful Years,
A Twelve Month's time and more,
THE FORGETFUL MOTHER
As by the Church-Book plain appears,
Which doth my Age implore.
For now I am Sixteen years old,
Why should I then be thus controul'd,
And discontent to lie alone;
None knows my Grief, but by their own.
I do believe in Heart and Mind,
There is no greater Pain
Can fall upon us Woman-kind,
And breedeth all our Pain,
To lie alone, all by my self,
It breeds Disease, instead of Health;
And shortly it will end my Days,
For so I know the Doctor says.
My Father's Care I must commend,
And Pains that he doth take;
My Mother speaks not as a Friend,
That I shan't have a Mate.
Altho' my Mother doth refuse
That I my youthful time should use,
I mean not long to stay un-wed,
Nor yet to keep my Maiden-head.
TOO
KATY'S BEAUTY
KATY'S BEAUTY
['■ I707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 244;
with music].
Katy's a Beauty surpassing,
She's a Sweet Garden to pass in,
In Town there is not like a Lass in,
So Sweet, so Charming is she.
Her Eyes like Stars do so twinkle,
Her Face is smooth, without wrinkle,
Her Chin's adorn'd with a Dimple,
Like the Charms above her Knee.
Her Lips as Red as a Rose is,
And round and pretty her Nose is;
Her Breath's a sweet mixture of Posies;
None on Earth's compar'd to she.
Her Belly's a Hill of Sweet Pleasure,
In Bush enclos'd lies the Treasure,
If you once make but a Seasure,
You're lost in an Extasie.
A BALLAD OF ALL THE TRADES 101
A BALLAD OF ALL THE TRADES
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 61;
with music; set by AkeroydeJ.
Oh the Miller, the dusty, musty Miller,
The Miller, that beareth on his Back;
He never goes to Measure Meal,
But his Maid, but his Maid, but his Maid holds
ope the sack.
O the Baker, the bonny, bonny Baker,
The Baker that is so full of Sin;
He never heats his Oven hot,
But he thrusts, but he thrusts, but he thrusts his
Maiden in.
0 the Brewer, the lusty, lusty Brewer,
The Brewer that Brews Ale and Beer;
He never heats his Liquor hot,
But he takes, but he takes, but he takes his Maid
by the Geer.
O the Butcher, the bloody, bloody Butcher,
The Butcher that sells both Beef and Bone;
102 A BALLAD OF ALL THE TRADES
He never grinds his Slaught'ring Knife,
But his Maid, but his Maid, but his Maid must
turn his Stone.
O the Weaver, the wicked, wicked Weaver,
That followeth a weary Trade;
He never shoots his Shuttle right,
But he shoots, but he shoots, but he shoots first
at his Maid.
O the barber, the neat and nimble Barber,
Whose Trade is ne'er the worse;
He never goes to Wash and Shave,
But he trims, but he trims, but he trims his
Maiden first.
O the Taylor, the fine and frisking Taylor,
The Taylor that gives so good regard;
He never goes to measure Lace,
But his Maid, but his Maid, but his Maid holds
out his Yard.
O the Blacksmith, the lusty, lusty Blacksmith,
The best of all good Fellows;
He never heats his Iron hot,
But his Maid, but his Maid, but his Maid must
blow the Bellows.
O the Tanner, the Merry, Merry Tanner,
The Tanner that draws good Hides into Leather;
A BALLAD OF ALL THE TRADES 103
He never strips himself to work,
But his Maid, but his Maid, but his Maid and
he's together.
O the Tinker, the sturdy, sturdy Tinker,
The Tinker that deals all in Mettle;
He never clencheth home a Nail,
But his Trull, but his Trull, but his Trull
holds up the Kettle.
THE MAIDEN'S LONGING
THE MAIDEN'S LONGING
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 3,
with music].
A Maiden of late,
Whose Name sweet Kate,
She dwelt in London near Aidersgate;
Now list to my Ditty, declare it I can,
She would have a Child, without help of a Man.
To a Doctor she came,
A Man of Great Fame,
Whose deep Skill in Physick Report did proclaim,
Quoth she, Mr. Doctor shew me if you can,
How I may Conceive without help of a Man.
Then listen, quoth he,
Since so it must be,
This wondrous strange Med'cine I'll shew presently ;
Take Nine Pound of Thunder, Six Legs of a Swan,
And you shall Conceive without help of a Man.
The Wool of a Frog,
The Juice of a Log,
THE MAIDEN'S LONGING
Well Parboil'd together in the Skin of a Hog,
With the Egg of a Moon Calf, if get you can,
And you shall Conceive without help of a Man.
The Love of false Harlots,
The Faith of false Varlets,
With the Truth of Decoys that walk in their Scarlets,
And the Feathers of a Lobster well fry'd in a Pan,
And you shall Conceive without help of a Man.
Nine drops of Rain,
Brought hither from Spain,
With the Blast of a Bellows quite over the Main,
With eight Quarts of Brimstone Brew'd in a
Beer-Cann,
And you shall Conceive without help of a Man.
Six Pottles of Lard,
Squeez'd from a Rock hard,
With Nine Turkey Eggs, each as long as a Yard,
With a Pudding of Hail-stones well bak'd in a Pan,
And you shall Conceive without help of a Man.
These Med'cines are good,
And approved have stood,
Well temper'd together with a Pottle of Blood,
Squeez'd from a Grashopper and the Nail of a Swan,
To Make Maids Conceive without help of a Man.
io6 THE LONGING MAID
THE LONGING MAID
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 56;
with music; set by Akeroyde].
There was a Maid the other Day,
That sighed sore God wot;
And said all Wives might sport and play,
But Maidens they may not:
Full Fifteen have I liv'd she said,
Poor Soul, since I was Bora:
And if I chance to Die a Maid,
Apollo is forsworn.
Oh, Oh, for a Husband,
Still this was her Song;
I will have a Husband, I will have a Husband,
A Husband Old or Young.
An Ancient Suitor to her came,
His Beard was almost Grey;
Tho' he was Old and she was Young,
She could no longer stay:
Unto her Mother went this Maid,
And told her by and by;
That she a Husband needs must have,
THE LONGING MAID 107
She had a reason why:
Oh, Oh, for a Husband, &c.
She had not been a Wedded Wife
One quarter of a Year;
But she was weary of this Life,
And grew into a Jeer:
The Old Man snorting by her side,
She'd nought but Sigh and Groan;
Did ever Woman this abide,
'Tis better lye alone.
Oh, Oh, Oh what a Husband, what a Life lead I,
Out, out of such a Husband, such a Husband,
Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie, fie.
To live a Wedded Life, she said,
A Twelve Month, 'tis too long;
As I have done, poor Soul, she cry'd,
That am both Fair and Young:
When other Wives can have their Will,
They are not like to me;
I mean to go and try my Skill,
And seek a Remedy:
Oh, Oh, Oh what a Husband.what a Life lead I, &c.
io8 JENNY MAKING HAY
JENNY MAKING HAY
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), iii. 230,
with music].
Poor Jenny and I we toiled,
In a long Summer's Day;
Till we were almost foiled,
With making of the Hay;
Her Kerchief was of Holland clear,
Bound low upon her Brow;
Ise whisper'd something in her Ear,
But what's that to you?
Her Stockings were of Kersey green,
Well stitcht with yellow Silk;
Oh! sike a Leg was never seen,
Her Skin as white as Milk:
Her Hair as black as any Crow,
And sweet her Mouth was too;
Oh Jenny daintily can mow,
But what's that to you?
Her Petticoats were not so low,
As Ladies they do wear them;
JENNY MAKING HAY 109
She needed not a Page I trow,
For I was by to bear them:
Ise -took them up all in my Hand,
And I think her Linnen too;
Which made me for to make a stand;
But what's that to you?
King Solomon had Wives enough,
And Concubines a Number;
Yet Ise possess more happiness,
And he had more of Cumber;
My Joys surmount a wedded Life,
With fear she lets me mow her;
A Wench is better than a Wife,
But what's that to you?
The Lilly and the Rose combine,
To make my Jenny fair;
There's no Contentment sike as mine;
I'm almost void of Care:
But yet I fear my Jenny's Face,
Will cause more Men to woe;
Which if she should, as I do fear,
Still, what is that to you?
SEE HOW FAIR SHE LIES
" SEE HOW FAIR AND FINE SHE LIES "
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), iii; tune,
The Bonny Christ-Church Bells],
See how fair and fine she lies,
Upon her Bridal Bed;
No Lady at the Court,
So fit for the Sport,
Oh she look'd so curiously White and Red:
After the first and second time,
The weary Bridegroom slacks his Pace;
But Oh! she cries, come, come my Joy,
And cling thy Cheek close to my Face:
Tinkle, tinkle, goes the Bell under the Bed,
Whilst Time and Touch they keep;
Then with a Kiss,
They end their Bliss,
And so fall fast asleep.
TWANGDILLO in
TWANGDILLO
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 226, with
music].
Jolly Roger Twangdillo of Plowden Hill,
In his Chest had two thousand good Pounds,
Fat Oxen and Sheep, and a Barn well fill'd,
And a hundred good Acres of Ground;
Which made ev'ry Maiden
With Maiden-Heads laden,
And Widows, tho' just set free,
To wrangle and fret,
And pump up their Wit,
To train to the Net, Twangdillo, Twangdillo,
Twangdillo, Twangdillo, young lusty Twangdillo,
Twangdee.
The first that brake Ice was a Lass had been
Born of a good House, but decay'd;
Her Gown was new Dy'd, and her Night-rail
clean,
And to sing and talk French had been breed;
She'd dance Northern Nancy,
Ask'd Purler vous Fransay-,
ii2 TWANGDILLO
That Hodge might her breeding see,
She'd rowl her black Eye,
Breath short with a sigh,
When e'er she came nighTwangdillo,TwangdiIlo,&c.
The next was a Sempstress of Stature Low,
That fancy'd she wanted a Male,
Her Hair as black as an Autumn Sloe,
And hard as a Coach-horses Tail:
She'd Oagle and Wheedle,
And prick with her Needle;
What d' lack, what d' buy, cry'd she?
But now the brisk Tone,
Is chang'd to a Groan,
Ah! pity my moan, Twangdillo, Twangdillo, &c.
A musty old Chamber-maid lean and tall,
The next as a Suitor appears,
With a Tongue loud and shrill, but no Teeth at all,
For time had drawn them many Years:
Cast Gowns and such Lumber,
Old Smocks without number,
She bragg'd should her Dowry be,
Forty pair of Lac'd Shoes,
Ribbons Green, Red and Blews,
But all would not Noose Twangdillo, Twangdillo, &c.
The next was a Lass of a Popish strain,
That Jesuite Whims had been taught,
She bragg'd they shou'd soon have King James again
TWANGDILLO 113
Tho' her Spouse was late hang'd for the Plot;
The French would come over,
And land here at Dover,
And all as they wish'd, would be;
The Jacobite Jade,
Talk'd as if she was mad,
In hopes to have had Twangdillo, Twangdillo, &c.
A Vintner's fat Widow then straight was view'd,
Whose Cuckold had pick'd up some Pelf:
He had kill'd half his Neighbours with Wine
he'd brew'd,
And lately had Poyson'd himself.
With Bumpers of Claret,
No Souse paying for it,
She'd Roger's Companion be;
Strike Fist on the Board,
Huzza was the Word,
Come Kiss me ador'd Twangdillo, Twangdillo, &c.
But Roger resolv'd not to be her Man,
And so gave a loose to the next,
The Niece of a Canting Bleer-Ey'd Non Con,
That stifly could canvass a Text.
A Dame in Cheapside too,
Would fain be his Bride too,
And make him of London free;
But no Lass wou'd down
In Country or Town,
"WRY SONGS in. „
TWANGDILLO
So purse-proud was grown, Twangdillo, Twang-
dillo, &c.
Till at last pretty Nancy, a Farmer's Joy,
That Newly a Milking had been,
Round-fac'd Cherry-cheek'd, with a smirking Eye,
Came tripping it over the Green:
She mov'd like a Goddess,
And in her lac'd Bodice,
A Span she could hardly be;
Her Hips were plump grown,
And her Hair a dark Brown;
'Twas she that brought down Twangdillo, Twang-
dillo, &c.
» CALM WAS THE EV'NING " 115
"CALM WAS THE EV'NING, AND CLEAR
WAS THE SKY"
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), i. 178;
with music],
Calm was the Ev'ning, and clear was the Sky,
And the sweet budding Flowers did spring;
When all alone went Amyntor, and I,
To hear the sweet Nightingale sing;
I sate, and he laid him down by me
And scarcely his breath he could draw:
But when with a fear, he began to come near,
He was dash'd with a Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
He blush'd to himself, and laid still for a while,
His modesty curb'd his desire:
But straight I convinc'd all his fears with a smile,
And added new flames to his fire,
Ah, Sylvia! said he, you are cruel,
To keep your poor Lover in awe;
Then once more he prest, with his hand to my
breast,
But was dash'd with a Ha, ha, &c.
n6 "CALM WAS THE EV'NING
I knew it was his Passion that caused his fear,
And therefore I pity'd his case;
I whisper'd him softly, there's no body near,
And laid my Cheek close to his face;
But as we grow bolder and bolder,
A Shepherd came by us and saw:
And straight as our bliss, began with a kiss,
He laught out with a Ha, ha, &c.
«0 THE TIME THAT IS PAST" 117
" O THE TIME THAT IS PAST "
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), i. 188;
with music].
O the time that is past,
When she held me so fast,
And declar'd that her Honour no longer could last;
When no light but her languishing Eyes did appear,
To present all excuses of Blushes and Fear.
When she sigh'd and unlac'd
With such Trembling and hast,
As if she had long'd to be closer Imbrac'd;
My Lips the sweet pleasure of Kisses enjoy'd,
While my Mind was in search of hid Treasure
imploy'd.
My Heart set on fire,
With the flames of desire,
I boldly pursu'd what she seem'd to require;
But she cry'd for pity-sake, change your ill Mind,
Pray Amyntas be Civil, or I'll be unkind.
Dear Amyntas she crys,
Then casts down her Eyes,
n8 " O THE TIME THAT IS PAST "
And in Kisses she gives, what in words she denys;
Too sure of my Conquest, I purpose to stay,
Till her free Consent had more sweetned the Prey.
But too late I begun,
For her Passion was done,
Now Amyntas she crys, I will never be won;
Your Tears and your Courtship no pity can move,
For you've slighted the Critical minute of Love.
"BENEATH A MIRTLE SHADE" 119
"BENEATH A MIRTLE SHADE"
[e. 1707 J
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), i. 185;
with music].
Beneath a Mirtle shade,
Which Love for none but Lovers made,
I slept, and streight my Love before me brought,
Phillis the Object of my waking thought:
Undrest she came, my Flames to meet,
Whilst Love strew'd Flow'rs beneath her Feet,
So prest by her, became, (became) more sweet.
From the bright Vision's head,
A careless Veil of Lawn was loosely spread;
From her white Temples fell her shaded Hair,
Like cloudy Sun-shine, not too Brown or fair:
Her Hands her Lips, did Love inspire,
Her ev'ry Grace, my Heart did fire,
But most her Eyes, which languish'd with desire.
Ah, charming Fair, said I,
How long can you, my Bliss and yours deny;
By Nature and by Love, this lovely shade,
Was for Revenge of suff'ring Lovers made:
I2Q "BENEATH A MIRTLE SHADE
Silence and shades with Love agree,
Both shelter you, and favour me,
You cannot Blush, because I cannot see.
No, let me Dye, she said,
Rather than lose the Spotless name of Maid;
Faintly she spoke me-thought for all the while,
She bid me not believe her, with a Smile:
Then dye said I, she still deny'd,
And is it thus, thus, thus she cry'd,
You use a harmless Maid? and so she Dy'd.
I Wak'd, and straight I knew,
I Lov'd so well, it made my Dream prove true;
Fancy the kinder Mistress of the two,
Fancy had done what Phillis would not do:
Ah, cruel Nymph, cease your disdain,
While I can Dream you scorn in vain,
Asleep, or waking you must ease my pain.
THE TOWN GALLANT 121
THE TOWN GALLANT
[c. 1707J
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), i. 191;
with music].
Let us drink and be merry, Dance, Joke, and
Rejoice,
With Claret and Sherry, Theorbo and Voice;
The changeable World to our Joy is unjust,
AlLTreasure's uncertain, then down with your dust:
In Frolicks dispose your Pounds, Shillings, and
Pence,
For we shall be nothing a Hundred years hence.
We'll Kiss and be free with Moll, Betty, and Nelly,
Have Oysters and Lobsters, and Maids by the Belly,
Fish Dinners will make a Lass spring like a Flea,
Dame Venus (Love's Goddess) was born of the Sea:
With Bacchus and with her we'll tickle the sence.
For we shall be past it a Hundred years hence.
Your most Beautiful Bit, that hath all Eyes upon her,
That her Honesty sells for a Hogo of Honour;
Whose lightness and brightness doth shine in such
splendor,
That none but the stars, are thought fit to attend her:
122 THE TOWN GALLANT
Tho' now she be pleasant and sweet to the sence,
Will be damnable Mouldy a Hundred years hence.
The Usurer that in the Hundred takes Twenty,
Who wants in his Wealth, and pines in his Plenty,
Lays up for a Season which he shall ne'er see,
The Year One thousand eight hundred and three:
His Wit, and his Wealth, his Learning, and Sence
Shall be turned to nothing a Hundred years hence.
Your Chancery-Lawyer, who subtilty thrives,
In spinning our Suits to the length of three Lives;
Such Suits which the Clients do wear out in Slavery,
Whilst Pleader makes Conscience a cloak for his
knav'ry:
May boast of Subtilty in th' Present Tense,
But Non est Inventus a Hundred years hence.
Then why should we Turmoil in Cares and in Fears,
Turn all our Tranquility to Sighs and Tears;
Let's eat, drink, and play, 'till the Worms do
corrupt us,
'Tis certain post mortem nulla Voluptas :
Let's deal with our Damsels, that we may from
thence,
Have Broods to succeed us a Hundred years
hence.
" SABINA IN THE NIGHT " 123
"SABINA IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT"
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), i. 2ig;
with music].
Sabina in the dead of Night,
In restless Slumbers wishing lay,
Cynthia was Bawd, and her clear Light,
To loose Desires did lead the way.
I step'd to her Bed-side with bended Knee,
And sure Sabina saw,
And sure Sabina saw,
And sure Sabina saw,
I'm sure she saw, but would not see.
I drew the Curtains of the Lawn,
Which did her whiter Body keep;
But still the nearer I was drawn,
Methought the faster she did sleep;
I call'd Sabina softly in her Ear,
And sure Sabina heard, but would not hear.
Thus, as some Midnight Thief, (when all
Are wrapp'd into a Lethargy),
Silently creeps from Wall to Wall,
To search for hidden Treasury:
SABINA IN THE NIGHT
So mov'd my busie Hand from Head to Heel,
And sure Sabina felt, and would not feel.
Thus I ev'n by a Wish enjoy,
And she without a Blush receives;
As by dissembling most are coy,
She by dissembling freely gives:
For you may safely say, nay swear it too,
Sabina she did hear,
Sabina she did see,
Sabina she did feel,
She did hear, see, feel, sigh, kiss and do.
"WHY IS YOUR FAITHFUL SLAVE" 125
« WHY IS YOUR FAITHFUL SLAVE
DISDAIN'D ?"
[c. 1707]
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), i. 220;
with music].
Why is your faithful Slave disdain'd ?
By gentle Arts my Heart you gain'd
Oh, keep it by the same!
For ever shall my Passion last,
If you will make me once possest,
Of what I daie not name.
Tho' charming are your Wit and Face,
'Tis not alone to hear and gaze,
That will suffice my Flame;
Love's Infancy on Hopes may live,
But you to mine full grown must give,
Of what I dare not name.
When I behold your Lips, your Eyes,
Those snowy Breasts that fall and rise,
Fanning
