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flDerrp Songs anb Ballabs

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NATIONAL BALLAB AND SONG
/lftern> Songs an&
JSallabs
PRIOR TO THE YEAR A.D. 1800
 
EDITED BY
JOHN S. FARMER
VOLUME IV
PRIVATELY PRINTED FOR SUBSCRIBERS ONLY
MDCCCXCVII

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INDEX
TO VOL. IV
AUTHORS, TITLES, FIRST LINES, REFRAINS,
AND SOURCES.
Akeroyde (Samuel).............132
Alex. Don's Strathspey, Sir (Tune)......270
"All you that either hear or read" [Ptlls to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1720)............243
"All you that Lovers be " (Rawlinson MS., c. 1600-20) I
"Amongst the pure ones all" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)............... 74
" And something else, but what I dare not name "
(Refrain)................. 97
Anna (R. Burns, Merry Muses, 1793).....264
"As att noone Dulcina rested" (Percy Folio MS.,
1620-50)................. 5
"As fair Olinda sitting was " (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)...............176
" As I came down yon water-side " (Musical Mis-
cellany, c. 1731)..............262
A' that, an' a' that (Tune)..........279
"At London che've bin" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, c. 1707)...............175

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INDEX
"At Winchester was a Wedding " (T. Durfey, 1684) 48
 
Banks of Banna, The (Tune).........264
Bath, The.................. 72
Beggar's delight, The c. 1695)......... 56
" Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid " {Mu-
sical Miscellany and Merry Muses of Caledonia) 261
" Blame not a woman although shee bee Lewd"
{Percy Folio MS., 1620-50)......... 22
"Blowzabello my bouncing Doxie " {The Italian Song
call'd Pastorella; made into English, T. Durfey,
c- 1707).................. 7&
" Bonny grey Ey'd Morn began to peep," The (A
Broadside Song, by J. Clarke, 1698) .... 65
"Bonny Lass gin thou wert mine" {Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1707)............174
Buchanan.................260
Burns (Robert) 261, 264, 266, 268, 270, 272, 273
274, 275, 277, 279, 281
 
"Can any one tell what I ayle" {Percy Folio MS.
1620-50)................ 24
Carey (Henry)...............239
Catherine, The (Tune)............147
Chappell, English Songs........... 5
„ Popular Music.........79, 127
Chivy Chace (Tune).............124
Choice Airs; seePlayford.
Clarke (J.)..........65, 72,97,216, 241
"Clock had struck, faith I cannot tell what, The" . 79
Clout the Cauldron (Tune)..........273

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INDEX
vii
"Come all, great, small, short, tall" (T. Dtjrfey,
Don Quixote, 1696)............. 60
"Come Jug, my Honey, let's to bed" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1707)............l89
"Comely Dame of Islington, A" [Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1720)............225
Consent at Last (Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707) 132
Constant Couple............... 67
Country Wake, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c. 1707).................162
Courtier and Country Maid, The (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1720)............243
" Courtiers, Courtiers, think it no harm " (A Broad-
side Song, c. 1695)............. 5°
Court of Equity, The (Burns, c. 1796)......281
Coy Lass dress'd up in her best Commode and Top
Knot, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1709) 217
Crabb, The Sea (Percy Folio MS., c. 1620-50). . 14
Crab-tree, The (1707).............109
Cuddy, Miss (Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1720) 232
Cure for the Green-sickness Maid, A (c. 1707) . . 176
 
" Danger is over, the Battle is past, The" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, c. 1707).........173
Dearest of the Quorum, The (Tune)......264
" Dear Pickaninny, if half a Guinny " (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1707)............187
Description of Weomen (Rawlinson MS., 1610-20). I
Disappointed Taylor, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c- 1720)..................227
Disappointment, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,

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INDEX
c. 1707).................. 79
Dissenting Parson's Text under the Quaker's
Petticoats (Sub-title).............203
"Dolly come be Brisk and Jolly" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707).............178
"Do not rumple my Top-Knot" {Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1709)............217
Don Quixote (T. Durfey)......52, 6o, 63
"Downe in the medow, the river running clear"
(Rawlinson MS., 1610-20).......... 4
" Downe sate the shepeard swaine" (Percy Folio
MS., 1620-50)............... 26
Dulcina (Sir Walter Raleigh).......... 5
Duncan Davidson (Merry Muses of Caledonia,
6. 1796).................272
Dunmore Kate {Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) . 94
Durfey (T.) 44, 46, 48, 52, 60, 63, 72, 76, 121, 156
193, 241, 248, 254
 
" Early in the dawning of a Winter's morn " (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, c. 1700)......... 70
East Nook 0' Fife (Tune)...........274
Eccles John)............... 52
Erroch Brae (6. 1796)............270
 
Fare for a Hackney-coachman, A (Sub-title) . . , 208
Farquhar (G.)............... 67
Female Scuffle, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c 1709).................212
Fond Husband (Durfey)........... 44
" Forego me now, come to me soon " (Refrain) . . 5

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INDEX ix
 
"For love was all her play " (Refrain)..... 92
Frank (Mr.)................223
" ffreind of mine not long agoe, A" (Percy Folio
MS., 1620-50).............. 9
 
Gillian of Croydon (DURFEY, Pills to Purge Me-
lancholy, c. 1707).............156
" Good Neighbour why do you look awry" (Pills
to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707)........ 168
Good Work done for Nothing (Sub-title).....227
Green Gown, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707) 127
 
" Hark the Cock crow'd, 'tis day all abroad" (T.
Durfey, c. 1720).............241
Harlot unmasked, The (c. 1707)........m
"Heaven first created Woman to be kind" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, c. 1707).........171
"Here a Scratch, there a Stitch, &c." (Refrain) . 227
" Hey ho, hey ho, my Heart's delight " (Refrain). 82
Hopeful Bargain, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c 1709).................208
" How Happy's the Husband " (Love Triumphant,
l694).................. 54
"How happy the State does the Damsel Possess"
('• !/07).................in
 
"I am a bard of no regard" (R. Burns, Jolly
Beggars, b. 1796).............279
"I am a Lover and 'tis true " (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)...............166
" I'll sing you a Song of my Mistriss that's pretty "
(Pills to Purge Melancholy 1707)...... 92

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INDEX
"In January last, on Munnonday at Mem" (DtTR-
FEY's Fond Husband, 1676)......... 44
" In our Country, and in your Country " (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1707)..........162
"In the long Vocation " (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
1707)...................T36
" In the pleasant month of May" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1707)............147
"In Truth and Honour's name,—Amen " (R. Burns,
c. 1796)..................281
" Instead of our Buildings and Castles so brave"
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707)......164
" I once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when" (R. Burns) 275
Irish Hallaloo, The (c, 1707).........164
Irish Jigg, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707) 181
Island Princess, The.............216
"It is my Delight both Night and Day" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1707)..........149
"It was a younge man that dwelt in a towne"
(Percy Folio MS., 1620-50)......... 28
"Itt was a man of Affrica had a ffaire wiffe "
(Percy Folio MS., 1620-50)......... 14
"It was a Rich Merchant Man" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707).............152
 
"fane Shore she was for fair England" (Refrain) 100
"Jenny long resisted" (A Broadside Song, c. 1700) 66
"Jenny my blithest maid" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, c. 1707)...............160
Jilts, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1720) . 256
Joan to the Maypole (Tune).......... 79

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INDEX
xi
"Jogging on from Yonder Green " (A Broadside Song,
c. 1700)................. 68
Jolly Beggars, The..........275, 277, 279
"Jolly Young Grocer of London Town, A" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy).............230
"Joy to the Bridegroom! fill the sky" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c, 1707)............193
Just Bargain, A (Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707) 166
 
King and the Miller, The (Tune).......in
 
"Lads aDd Lasses Blith and Gay" (T. DllRFEY,
Don Quixote, 1696)............ 63
" Ladys, why doth Love torment you " (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707).............132
Lane's Maggot (Tune)............121
Lascivious Lover and the Coy Lass, The (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, c. 1709).........211
"Let me ryke up to dight that tear" (R. Burns,
Jolly Beggars, b. 1796)...........277
" Lets consecrate a mighty Bowl" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707).............134
Leveridge (R.)........66, 68, 70, 93, 117
London is a fine Town (Tune)........113
London Prentice, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c. 1720).................220
Long Vocation, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c- 1/07).................136
"Lord! what's come to my mother" (The Bath,
T. Dtjrfey, 1701)............. 72
Love Triumphant.............. 54

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Xll
INDEX
Loving couple, The (Pills to Furge Melancholy,
c. 1720)..................23°
Loyal Delights of a Contented Mind, The {Pills to
Purge Melancholy, c. 1709).........214
Lucky Mending of the Liky Copper, The (Sub-title) 225
Lye alone (Percy Folio MS, 1620-50)..... 24
 
"Maid of Lyn, The" (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c. 1709).................218
Maid's Conjuring Book, The (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, c 1720)...............237
Mall Peatly (Tune).............156
"Men that more to the yarde nor the church are
oft enchned " (Percy Folio MS., 1620-50) ... 20
Merchant and the Fidler's Wife, The (c. 1707) . . 152
Merry Muses of Caledonia 261, 264, 266, 268, 272, 273, 274
Merry Wedding, The (Sub-title)........230
Midlives Christening Song, The (<r. 1707) .... 134
Mill, Mill, O, The, (Merry Muses of Caledonia,
o. 1731).................261
Miss Caddy (Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1620). 232
"Moon was Pendulous above, The" (c, 1707). . . 109
Motteux..................107
Mower, The................. 4
Mumford (Mr.)...............214
Musical Miscellany, (The)...........261
" My dear Cock adoodle" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)................191
My Mistress that's Pretty (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, 1707)................ 92

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INDEX
xiii
"Near famous Covent Garden" (Pills to Purge Me-
lancholy, c. 1720).............250
"Near to the Town of Windsor, upon a pleasant
Green" (Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) . . 183
New Touch of the Times, A (1707)......136
"Night is come that will allow. The" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, c. 1720).........223
" Now fie upon a Jealous Brain" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707).............130
" Now ffye on dreames and ffond delights " (Percy
Folio MS., 1620-50)............ 17
"Now to you ye dry Wooers" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1709)............216
" Now ye good man's from home " (Henry Carey,
c 1720).................239
Nurses Song, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c. 1707)..................191
 
 
"O Erroch stane, may never maid" (6. 1796) . . 270
" Off all the seas thats cominge " (Percy Folio MS.,
1620-50)................. 7
Of King Edward and Jane Shore (c. 1707). . . . 100
"Of late in the Park a fair Fancy was seen" (Pills
to Purge Melancholy, c. 1709).......212
" Oh how happy's he, who from Business free"
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1709).....214
"Oh Jenny, Jenny, where hast thou been" (Pills
to Purge Melancholy, c. 1720)........254
" 0 Mighty Power of active Love" (Refrain) . . 134
O Nay: O Nay: Not Yett (Percy Polio MS., 1620-50) 12

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XIV
INDEX
"O, wha my baby clouts will buy?" (R. Burns,
Merry Muses of Caledonia).........274
" O will ye speak at our town" (Merry Muses of
Caledonia, b. 1796)............268
" On a Bank in flowry June" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1720)............256
" On Brandon Heath, in sight of Methwold Steeple "
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1709).....218
" One holiday last Summer" (Pills to Purge Me-
lancholy, c. 1707).............156
" One long Whitson Holiday " (Pills to Purge Me-
lancholy, c. 1720).............248
" On Enfield Common, I met a Woman " (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, c. 1707)......... 89
" One night in my Ramble I chanc'd to see " (Pills
to Purge Melancholy, 1707).........181
 
Packington's Pound (Tune)........85, 212
Panche (Percy Folio MS., 1620-50)....... 28
" Pan leave Piping, the Gods have done Feasting"
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707)......127
Parson among the Peas, The (Pills to Purine Melan-
choly, c. 1720)...............248
Pastorella; see Blowzabella.
Percy Folio MS. (1620-50) 5, 7, 9, 12, 14, 17, 20, 22
24, 26, 28, 37, 41
Phillis Unmasked (Sub-title)..........250
Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707) 46, 52, 56, 60, 63
65, 66, 67, 68, 70, 74, 76, 79, 82, 85, 89, 92, 93
94- 96> 97, 100, 107, 113, 117, 119, 121, 124, 127
13°. !32, 134. 136. 147. H9> IS2. '56> l6°, ID2

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INDEX
xv
164, 166, 168, 171, 173, 174, 175, 176, 178, 181
183, 187, 189, 191, 193, 195, 198, 200, 203, 207
208, 211, 212, 214, 216, 217, 218
Pills to Purge Melancholy (1719-20) 54, 220, 223, 225
227, 230, 232, 235, 237, 241, 243, 248, 250, 254
256, 258, 260
" Pish fye, you're rude sir" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, c. 1709)..............211
Playford, Diversiona Violin.........258
Playford, Choice Ayres........... 44
Playhouse Saint, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c. 17201..................250
" Poor Sawney had marry'd a Wife " (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1720)............232
"Pox upon this cursed Life, A" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707).............124
Pretty Kate of Windsor (c. 1707)........183
Purceix (Henry)......54, 63, 214, 248, 260
„ (D.)...............67, 107
Push about the Jorum (Tune).........266
 
Quaker's Song, The (Pills to Ptirge Melancholy,
c 1706).................. 74
Quixote, Don (T. Durfey)......52, 60, 63
 
Raleigh, Sir W............... 5
"Rantin' Dog the Daddie o't, The" (R. BURNS,
Merry Muses of Caledonia, 0. 1796).....274
Rawlinson MS................X, 4
Resolution, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707) 130
Rings figg, The (Tune)............ 48

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XVI
INDEX
"Rise Bonny Kate, the Sun's got up high" (Pills
to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707)........198
Roberts (Mrs.)...............239
Roger de Cover ley (Tune)...........258
 
 
Saint turn'd Sinner, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c. 1709).................203
Sally Sweetbread's Soliloquy \c. 1720, Henry Carey) 239
" Sawney was tall and of noble race" (T. Dtjrfey,
Virtuous Wife, 1680)............ 46
Sea Crabb, The (Percy Folio MS., 1620-50) ... 14
Several New Songs (Durfey)......... 48
" She met with a Countryman" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 17 20)............258
" Shepherd kept sheep on a Hill so high, A " (T.
Dtjrfey, Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) . . 121
Sir Alexander Don's Strathspey (Tune).....270
Sodger Laddie (R. Burns, Jolly Beggars, c. 1796) 275
" Soldier and a Sailor, a Tinker and a Taylor, A"
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707)......119
Sound Country Lass, The {Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, c. 1707).............. 96
St. George for England (Tune)........100
Suburbs is a fine place, The (Tune)......183
" Suburbs is a tine Place belonging to the City The "
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707).....113
Summer Morn, The (R. Burns, Merry Muses of
Caledonia, c. 1794).............266
" Sun was just setting, the Reaping was done, The "
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707).....117

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INDEX
xvii
" Sun had loos'd his weary Team, The" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, c. 1707).........200
"Susannah the fair with her Beauties all bare" (c. 1707) 84
 
"Take heede of hott farmitree" (Refrain) .... 28
" Tarradidle,jfarradidlcging, boyes,ging" (Refrain) 14
"Taylor good Lord, in the Time of Vacation, A"
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1720).....227
Tenoc (Mr.)................149
" That Iynye were here againe" (Refrain). ... 41
" Then blame her not ffor vsing of her owne"
(Refrain)................. 22
" There lately was a maiden fair " (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707)............. 94
" There lives an ale-draper near New-palace yard "
(Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1709).....208
" There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg" (Merry
Muses of Caledonia, b. 1796)........272
" There were two Bumpkins lov'd a Lass " (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1707).......... 82
" There's none so pretty " (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, c. 1720)..............235
" These London Wenches are so stout" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, 1707).......... 96
" They took me to the holy band " (Merry Mu-
ses of Caledonia, b. 1796).........273
Thomson (George).........264, 266, 268
Three Glorious Things (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c- 1707).................149
"Thus Damon knock'd at Cselia's Door" (The
Constant Couple, G. Farquhar, 1700) .... 67

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Tither moon, or Push about the Jorum (Tune) . 26b
Town Rakes, The (0. 1707)..........107
Travelling Tinker and the Country Ale-wife, The
{Ptlls to Purge Melancholy, c. 1720).....225
Tunbridge Doctors, The {Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c 1707)................. 8S
" 'Twas early one Morning, the Cock had just
crow'd " (T. DURFEY, Don Quixote, 1694) . . 52
" 'Twas in the flowry Spring" [Pills to Purge Me-
lancholy, c. 1720).............243
" 'Twas when the Sheep were Sheai ing " {Pills to
Purge Melancholy, c. 1707).........19$
Two to one {Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 170") 82
 
"Underneath the Castle Wall, the Queen of Love
sat mourning" (Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1709) 207
 
Virtuous Wife (T. Durfey).......... 46
 
Waukin' of the fauld (Tune).........268
"Weomen, The Description of.......... I
" What Life can compare with the jolly Town Rakes"
{Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707)......107
" When as I doe record " (Percy Folio MS., 1620-50) 41
" When maukin-bucks at early fucks " (Merry Muses
of Caledonia, 1794)............266
" When Sawney first did Wooe me " (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1700)............ 93
" When scortching Phcebus, he did mount" (Percy
Folio MS., 1620-50)............ 37

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INDEX
xix
Whistle o'er the Lave o't (R. Burns, Jolly Beggars,
b. 1796)..................277
"Why should we boast of Lais and her Knights"
(Pills to purge Melancholy, 1707)......100
Willoughby Whim, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c. 1720)..................254
Winchester Wedding, The (T. Dum-ey, 1684) . . 48
"With a fa, la, la" (Refrain).........250
" With a hey ding, hoc ding" (Refrain)..... 52
" With a Thwack, Thwack" (Refrain)...... 70
" Without Hood or Scarff, and rough as she run "
(Refrain).................208
Woman Wears the Breeches, The [Pills to Purge
Melancholy, 1707).............124
Women, Description of (Rawlinson MS.) .... 1
Woobourn Fair (Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1707) 178
"Worthy London Prentice, A" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1720)............220
 
" Ye'se Get a Hole to Hide it in" {Merry Muses
of Caledonia, b. 1796)...........268
"Yestreen I had a pint o wine" (Merry Muses of
Caledonia, 1793)..............264
Yielding Lass, The (Pills to Purge Melancholy,
c. 1720).................235
" You Friends to Reformation " (Pills to Purge Me-
lancholy, c. 1709).............203
"You Maidens and Wives" (Pills to Purge Melan-
choly, c. 1707)............... 85
"Young Collin cleaving of a Beam" (Pills to Purge
Melancholy, c. 1720)............260

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INDEX
"Young Coridon and PhilhV (Pills to Purge Me-
lancholy, c. 1707)............. 97
" Young man walking alone, A " (Percy Folio MS.
c. 1620-50)................ 12
" Young man lately in our Town, A" (Pills to
Purge Melancholy, c. 1720).........237

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flfcerr^ Sonos anb Ballabs
THE DESCRIPTION OF WEOMEN
 
[c. 1610-20]
[From The Rawlinson MS., Poet. 216].
 
All you that lovers be,
and like the amorus trade,
Come learne of me, what weomen be,
and whereof they be made.
 
There heades are made of Hash, [? ffash MS]
their tongues are made of saye,
Their loue, of silken changeable,
that lasteth but a daye.
 
Their witt, mockador is,
of durance is their hate,
MERR\ SONGS IV. I

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2 THE DESCRIPTION OF WEOMEN
The food they feed on most is caipe,
theii gaming is checkmate.
 
Of fustan their discourse
their zeale is made of frees,
and they that on their fauour wayte,
gett most when most they leese.
 
Their glory springes from satten,
their vanity from feather,
Their bewty is stand further of,
their conscience made of leather.
 
Their humors water chamblett,
but canvass fitts them best;
Perpetuana is their folly,
their earnest is but iest.
 
Their life is loue in Heues,
their doeinges ar their pleasure;
They lawles are, yet all they weare,
They buy standing measure.
 
Their eyes are made of lecke,
their lippes of soppes in wyne :
The worst of them the elder is,
their longing thoughtes are pyne.
 
Their forepartes are of rue,
their hinder partes of dockes;

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THE DESCRIPTION OF WEOMEN 3
 
of hardest brasse, are their hartes,
their handes are made of box.
 
There malice is of lead,
there avarice of money,
There subtiltye of fox furr is,
there traffique is of coney.
 
Or if, in playner termes,
they would with-all be delte,
Of bever are there snowe-white thighes,
there thinges are made of felte.

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4
THE MOWER
THE MOWER
[c. 1610-20]
 
[From 77ie Rawlinson MS., Poet. 216].
 
Downe in the medow, the river running clear,
'twas in the month of July, the prime time of the
year,
When many prity litle fishes in the brooks did play,
and many a lad and many a lass, abroad a
making hay.
 
In came the mower, to mow the meddows down,
with his bag and botle, with ale that was so brown:
He took his sith with a courage bould,
and looking in the sky,
He sighed, he mowde, he swived, he blowed;
the grass rubs very dry.
 
'Salt sessons all things! quoth Salomon the wise;
And she that has a fatt [cunt] would make a
[prick] rise;
But she that hath a leane one
and never a jot of hair,—
The divell take her napping,
As Moss did his mare.

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DULCINA
5
DULCINA
 
[i. 1615]
 
[From The Percy Folio Manuscript, page 178 of
MS.; attributed to Sir Walter Raleigh;
earliest mentioned (1615) in registers of
Stationer's Company; tune in Chappell's
English Songs, p. 143J.
 
As att noone Dulc[i]na rested
in her sweete & shade bower,
there came a shepeard, & requested
in her lapp to sleepe an hower;
but from her Iooke a wound he tooke
soe deepe, that for a further boone
the Nimph he prayes; wherto shee sayes
" forgoe me now, come to me soone."
 
But in vayne shee did coniure him
to depart her presence soe,
hauing thousand tounges to allure him,
& but one to say him noe.
where lipps invite, & eyes delyght,
& cheekes as red as rose in Iune
p<?rswade delay, what boots shee say
"forgoe me now, &c."

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6
DULCINA
Words whose hopes might have enioyned
him to lett Dulcina sleepe.
Can a mans loue be confined,
or a mayd her promise keepe?
But hee her wast still held as ffast
as shee was constant to her tune,
though neere soe fayre her speechers were,
"forgoe me now, &c."
 
He demands, "what time or pleasure
can there be more soone then now?"
shee sayes, "night giues loue that leysure
that the day cannott allow."
"the said kind sight forgiues delight,"
qicoth. hee, " more easilye then the moone."
" In Venus playes be bold," shee sayes,
"forgoe me now, &c."
 
But who knowes how agreed these loues?
Shee was fayre, & he was younge;
tounge may tell what eyes discouer;
Ioyes vnseene are n&ier songe.
did shee consent or he relent?
accepts he night, or grants shee none?
left hee her Mayd or not? shee sayd
"forgoe me now, come to me soone."

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OFF ALLE THE SEAES
OFF ALLE THE SEAES
 
[1620-50]
[From The Percy Folio Manuscript, page 455 of MS.].
 
Off all the seas thate cominge,
of all the woods tkats risinge,
of all the ffishes in the sea,
giue me a womans swiuinge.
 
ffor shee hath pretty ffancyes
to passe away the night;
& shee hath pretty pleasures
to coniure downe a spritt.
 
My ffather gaue me Land,
my mother gaue me mony,
& I haue spent itt euery whitt
in hunting of a Coney.
 
I hunted vp a hill,
a Coney did espye;
ray fferrett seeing that,
into her hole did hye;

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8 OFF ALLE THE SEAES
 
my fferrett seeing thai,
into her hole did runn;
but when he came into her hole,
noe Coney cold be ffound.
 
I put itt in againe;
itt ffound her out att Last;
the Coney then betwixt hei leggs
did hold my fferrett ffast,
 
Till that it was soe weake,
alacke, itt cold not stand!
my fferrett then out of her hole
did come vnto my hand.
 
All you that be good ffellowes,
giue hearing vnto me;
& if you wold a Coney hunt,
a blacke one lett itt bee;
 
ffor blacke ones are they best,
their Sckins will yeeld mobt money.
I wold to god thai hee weie hanged
that does not loue a Coney!

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A FREINDE OF MINE
A FREINDE OF MINE
 
[1620-50]
 
[From The Percy Folio Manuscript, page 459 of MS.].
 
A ffreind of mine not long agoe
desired att my hands
some pretty toy to moue delight
to those that hearers stand.
the wfoch I meane to gratiffye
by all the meanes I may,
& moue delight in euery wight
thai vwth affection stay.
 
Some thought to proue wherin I shold
these seuerall humors please,
the ■which to doe, reason fforbidds,
lest I shold some displease;
but sith my muse doth plesure Chuse,
& theron bends her skill,
wherby I may diiue time away,
& sorrowes quite beguile.
 
It was my Chance, not long agoe,
by a pleasant wood to walke,

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IO
A FREINDE OF MINE
wheere I vnseene of any one
did heare tow louers talke;
& as these louers forth did passe,
hard by a pleasant shade,
hard by a mighty Pine tree there,
their resting place they made.
 
" Insooth," then did this youngman say,
" I thinke this ffragrant place
was only made for louers true
eerie others to inbrace."
hee tooke her by the middle small,—
good sooth I doe not mocke,—
not meaning to doe any thing
but to pull vpp her: smo: blocke
 
wheron shee sate, poore silly soule,
to rest her weary bones.
this maid shee was noe whitt affraiyd,
but shee caught him ffast by the: stones:
thumbes;
wheratt he vext and greiued was,
soe tha\ his fflesh did wrinkle;
this maid shee was noe whitt affrayd,
but caught him fast hold by the: pintle: pimple
 
w/«'ch hee had on his chin hkwise;—
but lett the pimple passe;—
there is no man heare but he may supposse

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A FREINDE OF MINE
shee weere a merry lasse.
he boldly ventured, being tall,
yet in his speech bu[t] blunt,
hee neuer ceast, but tooke vpp all,
and cacht her by the Cun: plumpe.
 
And red rose lipps he kisst full sweete:
quoth, shee, " I craue no sucour."
vfh'ch made him to haue a mighty mind
to clipp, kisse, & to: ffuck: plucke her
into his armes. "nay! soft!" qtioth shee,
" what needeth all this doing ?
ffbr if you wilbe ruled by me,
you shall vse small time in wooinge.
 
"ffor I will lay me downe," quoth shee,
" vpon the slippery seggs,
& all my clothes He trusse vp round,
and spread about my: leggs: eggs,
which I haue in my aperne heare
vnder my girdle tuckt;
soe shall I be most ffine and braue,
most ready to be: fuckt: ducket
 
" vnto some pleasant springing well ;
ffbr now itts time of the yeere
to decke, & bath, & trim ourselues
both head, hands, fleet & geere."

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O NAY: 0 NAY: NOT YETT
O NAY: O NAY: NOT YETT
 
[1620-50]
 
[From The Percy Folio Manuscript, page 460 of
MS.].
 
A young man walking alone,
abroad to take the ayre,
itt was his chance ffor him to meete
a maiden pasing ffaire.
desiring her of curtesiye
awhile wz'th him downe sitt;
shee answered him most modestlye,
"O nay! O nay! not yett!"
 
" Forty crownes I will giue thee,
sweete hart, in good red gold,
if that I may thy ffauour haue,
thy bewtye to behold."
and then she spoke now readilye
and wz'th a ready witt,
" I will not sell my honestye!
O nay! O nay! not yett! "
 
" Gold and mony is but drosse,
and worldly vanittye;

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O NAY: O NAY: NOT YETT
 
I doe esteeme more of the losse
of my virginitye!
but dost thou thinke I am soe madd,
or of soe litle witt
as ffor to sell my honestye?
O nay! O nay! not yett!"
 
They way to win a womans hart,
is quicklye to be breiffe,
and giue her that w/th-in ffew words
that will soone ease her greiffe.
"O ffye! O ffye! away!" sheele crye,
that loues a dainty bitt,
" I will not yeelde to Cupids lawes!
O nay! 0 nay! not yett!"

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'4
THE SEA CRABB
THE SEA CRABB
 
[1620-50]
 
[From The Percv Folio Manuscript, page 462 of
MS.].
 
Itt was a man of Affrica had a ffaire wiffe,
ffairest thai euer I saw the dayes of my liffe:
wrth a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!
 
This goodwiffe was bigbellyed, & wz'th a lad
& euer shee longed ffor a sea crabbe.
wz'th a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!
 
The goodman rise in the morning, & put on his
hose,
he went to the sea syde, & ffollowed his nose.
w*th a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!
 
Sais, " god speed, ffisherman, sayling on the sea,
hast thou any crabbs in thy bote for to sell mee ? "
wAh a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!

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THE SEA CRABB
15
" I haue Crabbs in my bote, one, tow, or three;
I haue Crabbs in my bote for to sell thee."
wz'th a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!
 
The good man went home, & ere he wist,
& put the Crabb in the Chamber pot where
his wiffe pist.
wz'th a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!
 
The good wiffe, she went to doe as shee was wont;
vp start the Crabfish, & catcht her by the Cunt.
with a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!
 
"Alas!" quoth the goodwiffe, " that euer I was
borne,
the devill is in the pispott, & has me on his home."
wz'th a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!
 
" If thou be a crabb or crabfish by kind,
thoule let thy hold goe wz'th a blast of cold wind."
wj'th a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!
 
The good man laid to his mouth, & began to
blowe,
thinkeing therby that they Crab wold lett goe.

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i6
THE SEA CRABB
wz'th a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!
 
" Alas! " quoth the good man, " thai euer I came
hither,
he has ioyned my wiffes tayle & my nose together! "
wz'th a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!
 
They good man called his neigbors in wz'th great
wonder,
to part his wiues tayle & his nose assunder.
wz'th a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge!
tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging!

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NOW FYE ON DREAMES 17
 
 
 
 
NOW FYE ON DREAMES
 
[1620-50]
 
[From The Percy Folio Manuscript, page 499 of MS.].
 
Now ffye on dreames & ffond delights
that occupye the minde!
tis worser ffor to dreame by nights
then occupye by kind!
ffor if Cupid thy hart doth stryke
wz'th lead or golden fflight,
O then, O then, O then, in dreames
thy thoughts strange things doe write!
 
Methought itt was my Chance to Clipp
thee Creature I loued best,
& all alonge the ffeilds to tripp,
to moue some sport or lest,
& then & then, my [suite] I gan to pleade
vnto that ffairest mayd;
But shee, but shee, would nought beleeue,
which made me sore affrayd.
 
But yett by prayer & ernest suite
I moued her att the Last;
MERRY SONGS IV. 2

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18 NOW FYE ON D RE AMES
yett cold I not inioye the ffruite
that hath soe pleasing tast.
but when, but when, that motyon I bewrayd;
shee still this answer said,
"O no! 0 no! O no! I will dye
ere I loose my maiden-head!"
 
Yett did shee giue me leaue to tuch
her ffoote, her legg, her knee;
a litle ffurther was not much,
they way I went was ffree.
"Offye! Offye! yoar are to blame! " shee sayd,
" thus to vndoe a maid;
but yett, but yett, the time is so meete,
[that I am not affrayd].
 
Not Ioue himselfe more Iouyall was
when he bright dyana wonn;
Nor Hercules, that all men did passe,
when hee w?'th distaffe spunn,
then I, then I, all ffeares when I had past,
& scalled the ffort att Last,
& on, & on, & on the same
my signes of victory placet.
 
But when Aurora, goddesse bright,
appeared ffrom the east,
and Morpheus, that drowsye wight,
wz'thdrawen him to his rest;

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NOW FYE ON DREAMES 19
O then, O then, my ioyes were altered cleane!
wAich makes me still Complame;
ffor I awaked, for I awaked, ffor I awaked; and
I ffo[und]
all this was but a dreame!

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20 MEN THAT MORE
MEN THAT MORE
 
[1620-50]
 
[From The Percy Folio Manuscript, page 201 of MS.].
 
Men that mote to the yard northe church
are oft enclined,
take young mayds now & then att lurch
to try their mind;
But younge maids now adayes are soe coy, thh
will not show
when they are in loue,
But for feare I oft bay noe, when p^rhapps they wold
fayne doe if itt wold not proue.
 
If for a time for feare they bee wyllye
and seeme coy,
there is one that perhapps may beguile yee,
the blind boy;
heele strike home when he please; to the quicke
heele shoot
his shaft wzthout delay;
then theyle sigh & lament when, alas, their owne
kind hart
cannott say Nay.

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MEN THAT MORE
21
The small fly that playeth w/th the candle
oft doth burne;
such young maids as doe loue for to dandle
once, may mourne.
lett flyes burne, & maids mourne, for in vaine
you do p^fswade
them from their folly;
Nature binds all their kinds now and then to
play the waggs
though the seeme holy.

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BLAME NOT A WOMAN
BLAME NOT A WOMAN
 
[1620-50]
 
[From The Percy Folio Manuscript, page 446 of MS.]
 
Blame not a woman although shee bee Lewd,
& that her ffaults they haue been knowne.
although shee doe offend, yett in time shee may
amend;
then blame her not ffor vsing of her owne,
 
But rather giue them praise, as they deserue,
when vice is banisht quite, & virtue in them
growne,
ffor thats their only tresure, & ffor to ffly vaine
pleasure.
then blame them not ffor vsing of their owne.
 
There is many now a dayes that women will
dispraise:
out of a dru[n]ken humor when as their witts
are fflowne,
out of an Idle braine, wz'th speeches Lewd & vaine
theile blame them still ffor vsinge of her owne,

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BLAME NOT A WOMAN
But if woman shold not trade, how shold the
world increase?
if women all were nise, what seede shold then
be sowne?
if women all were coy, they wold breede mens
annoye;
then blame them not ffor vsing of their owne.
 
If any take offence att this my songe,
I thinke that no good maners he hath knowne.
wee all ffrom women came: why shold wee women
blame,
& ffor a litle vsing of their owne?

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24
LYE ALONE
LYE ALONE
 
[1620-50]
 
[From The Percy Folio Manuscript, page 200 of MS.].
 
Can any one tell what I ayle?
thai I looke soe leane, soe wan, soe pale.
if I may be there ludge, I thinke there is none
thai can any longer lye alone.
 
Was euer womans case like mine?
att 15 yeeres [I] began to pine;
soe vnto this plight now I am growne,
I can, nor will, noe longer Lye alone.
 
If dreames be true, then Ride I can;
I lacke nothing but a man,
for tis onlye hee can ease my moane.
I can, nor will, &c.
 
When daye is come, I wish for night;
When night is come, I wish for light;
thus all my time I sighe & moane.
I can, nor will, &c.

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LYE ALbNE
25
To woe the first, ashamed am I;
for and if he aske I will not denye;
for the case is such I must needs haue one.
I can, nor will &c.
 
Therfore my prayer, it shalbe still
that I may haue one that will worke my will;
for itt is only hee can ease me anon,
& therfore He noe longer lye alone.

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26 DOWNE SATE THE SHEPARD
DOWNE SATE THE SHEPARD
 
[1620-50]
 
[From The Percy Folio Manuscript, page 201 of MS.].
 
Downe sate the shepeard swaine
soe sober & demure,
wishing for his wench againe
soe bonny & soe pure,
w«th his head on hillocke lowe,
& his armes a Cimbo,
And all for the losse of his hinononino!
 
The leaves the fell as thin
as water from a still;
the heire vpon his head did growe
as time vpon a hill;
his cherry cheekes as pale as snowe
to testifye his mickle woe;
& all was for the loue of his hinononino!
 
ifayre shee was to loue, as eu«- liked swaine;
neuer such a dainty one
shall none enioy againe;
sett a thousand on a rowe,

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DOWNE SATE THE SHEPARD 27
time forbidds that any showe
euer the like to her hinononino!
 
faire shee was, [of] comly hew,
her bosome like a swan;
backe shee had of bending yew,
her wast was but a span;
her hayre as blacke as any croe,
from the top to the toe,
all downe along to her hinononino!
 
w/'th her Mantle tucked vp
shee fothered her flocke,
soe that they that doe her see
may then behold her smocke,
soe finely doth shee vse to goe,
and neatly dance on tripp on toe,
that all men run madd for her hinononino!
 
In a Meadow fayre & greene
the shepard layeth him downe,
thinking there his loue to find
sporting on a round,
A round which Maidens vse to go;
Cupid bidds itt shold bee soe,
because all men were made for her hinononino!

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28
PANCHE
PANCHE
 
[1620-50]
 
[From TJie Percy Folio Manuscript, page 238 of MS.J.
 
It was a younge man thai dwelt in a towne,
a Iollye husband was hee,
but he wold eate more at one sett dinner
the[n] 20 wold att three.
soe great a stomacke had hee,
his wiffe did him provide
ten meales a day, his hungar to lay,
yet was he not satisfyed.
take heede of hott furmitree!
 
His wiffe had a sister neere at hand,
decket vp in a gowne of gray;
shee loued a young man, & marryed the weere
vpon St. lames his day;
& to the wedding went they,
her brothers and sisters each one.
[two] shee vowed to bring her to capon pyes,
with birds the sids vpon.
take heed, &c.

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PANCHE
29
But yet the good wiffe, tho litle shee sayd,
in mind & hart was woe
because her husband, the glutton, wold
vnto the wedding goe.
"good husband," then sayd shee,
"at the wedding there will bee
my vnckle Iohn, & my cozen Gylee,
& others of good degree;
then stay you at home, my dere,
[then stay you at home, my dere.]
 
" ffor if yo[u] come there, you vtterlye shame
yor selfe & me besides,
& all yowr kinred euery one,
the Bridgrome & the bryde,
you feed soe Monst[r]ouslye
aboue all other men,
for you deuoure more meate at a meale
then 40 will doe at ten."
take heede, &c.
 
When that he heard his wiffe say soe,
his anger waxed hotter
Quoth he, "thou drabb! thou filthy Queane!
thy councell likes me not!
belike some match is made
betwixt some knaue & thee
to make me a scome, my head for to home!

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3°
PANCHE
I smell out thy knauerye!
to the wedding that I will goe! "
 
" Good husband," quoth shee, " Misdoubt not of me!
I speake it for the best!
yet doe as you will, yoar mind to fulfill;
but let me this request,
that when vnorderlye
I see you feeding there,
when I doe winke, I wold haue you thinke
its time for to forbeare."
take heed, &c.
 
The man was content; to the wedding he went;
great cheare was there prepared;
the Bridsgroome father & mother both
sate there wz'th good regard.
furst to the table was brough[t]
a course of furmitree,
[gaiion] & Panche had a dish, a galland I-wiss,
that fitted his appetye;
& quicklye he slapt vp all.
 
[leer'd] Hee learned on his wiffe, and drew out his kniffe
to a legg of Mutton fell hee;
he slapt it vp breefe, wz'th a surloyne of beefe,
& mincte pyes 2 or three:
he neu«" looked about,
but fed with such a courage,

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PANCHE
3i
he left for his share the bord almost bare,
or the rest were out of their porrage.
take heede, &c.
 
Then did he spye his wiffe for to winke;
therfore he, to mend the matter,
he cast vp againe the Meate he had eaten,
before them in a platter:
"take heere yo«r victualls," hee sayd,
" & grudg not me my meate;
& where I thinke that welcome I am,
I cannott forbeare to eate."
take heede, &c.
 
The time drew on when eu«ye man
vnto his rest did goe;
but Paunch lay grunting by his wiffe,
which, made her wonderous woe.
" what ayle you man ? " quoth shee.
Quoth hee, " my hart is dry,
I am soe hungry, that for meat
I readye am to dye."
take heede, &c.
 
" Alas! " quoth shee, " content y ou must bee
till breakfast time to stay;
for none in the house is risen, you see,
to giue you meate any way."
" tush! tell not me of that!

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32
PANCHE
my belly must be fedd!"
& w/th that word he Nimbly leapt
out of his naked bed,
& into the kitchin did goe.
 
To the flfurmitree pott he quicklye gott,
& there, without delay,
he slapt vp the furmitree eu«rye whitt
or he deputed away,
saue a ladel-full att the last
he kept to carry his wifFe.
Then he mistaking the chamber, he went
vnto another mans wiffe.
take heede, [&c]
 
The Bridgroomes ffather & mother both
did at that time lye there;
the woman had tumbled the clothes soe
that her buttockes all lay bare,
■which, by a glimering light
that was in that same place,
Panch soone espyed, & tooke the same
to be his wiues sweet face.
 
Then softly he sayd, " sweet wifF, I haue brought
some furmitree for thee! "
the woman ffisled: "nay, blow not," quoth hee,
"for cold enough they bee."
wz'th that shee puffed againe,

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PANCHE
33
& made him angrye bee:
" I tell thee, thou need not to blow them att all,
but supp them vp praentlye."
take heede, &c.
 
The woman was windye, & fisled againe
wz'thin a litle space,
which made him to sweare, if shee blew any more,
to fling all in her face.
but shee, being fast asleepe,
did ffisle w/thout regard.
then flung he the furmitree in her tayle,
saying, " there is for thy rev, ard!"
take heede, &c.
 
Wz'th that the woman suddenly waked,
& clapt her hand behind;
"alas!" qwoth shee, "how am I shamed,
being soe full of wind!"
"what ayles thee?" her husband sayd.
"I haue rayed the bedd," qwth shee.
" that comes wz'th thy craming, thou egar queane !
a Murraine take thee for me!"
take heede, &c.
 
But Panche, p«ceuing how the matter went,
he closly got away,
& into the milkehouse hyed wz'th hast,
wheras without delay
MERRY SONGS IV. ,

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34
PANCHE
he clensed the Milke Basons all,
tho there were plenty store;
& like a lout, he groped about,
to see if hee cold find any more.
take heede, &c.
 
Vpon a narrowe mouthd hony pott
he lighted on at last;
& when he had thrust his hand therin,
there stucke it wonderous fast.
now hee must breake the same
or he cold gett it out;
& for a ffitt place to breake it on,
he seeketh round about.
take heede, &c.
 
Tow silly fryers, on the kitchin flore
all night asleepe dyd lye;
whose shauen crownes, by the Moonelight then,
Szr Panch he did there espye.
to one of them he comes,
supposing his pate a stone;
& there burst the earthen pott,
w&'ch made the fryer to grone.
take heede, &c.
 
The silly flfryer, being hurt full sore,
did thinke his fellow had
vpon some spite abused him soe;

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PANCHE
35
therfore, as he were madd,
he laid him soundlye on,
& caught him by the eares;
whose rumbled waked the folkes in the house,
& fedd them full of feares.
take heede, &c.
 
When they came downe, the found the fryers
well buffeting one another;
the one did tell how he was serued
by his religious brother.
but when Szr Panch they spyed,
wz'th honnye besmeared soe,
& daubed about wz'th Milke and creame,
the knew how all things did goe.
take heede, &c.
 
for well they did see that it was he
that did the old man wronge,
& hee that brake the poore fryers head
as he did lye alonge,
that eate the Milke & creame
and the pott of ffurmitree;
yett, for to be reuenged of him,
they knew noe remedye.
take heede, &c.
 
God keepe, I say, such guests away
both from my meate & mee!

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PANCHE
if I had 20 weddings to make,
neuer bidden shold he bee!
& thus I make an end
of this my merry lest,
wishing to euerye honest man
all happinesse & rest.
take heede of hot furmitree!
take heed of hot furmitree!

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WHEN SCORTCHING PHCEBUS 37
 
 
 
 
WHEN SCORTCHING PHCEBUS
 
[1620-50]
 
[From The Percy Folio Manuscript, page 313 of MS.].
 
When scortching Phoebus he did mount,—
to-Iaur bonne tannce,—
then Lady Venus went to hunt,
par melio shannce;
to whom diana did resort,
w?'th a[ll] the Ladyes of hills and valleys,
of springs & ffloodes,
to shew where all the princely sport,
wz'th hound imbrued, & harts pursued,
throughe groues and woodes.
 
This tender harted louers Queene,—
to-iour bonne tannce,—
such wandring sports had seldome seene,
par melio shance.
shee tooke noe pleasure in the same,
to see hounds merry, & pore harts werrye
ffor want of breath.
quoth, shee, " I like better that game
where ladyes bewtyes do pay their dutyes
to loues sweete death."
\tous-jours bon
temps']
Ypartni les
champs]-

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38 WHEN SCORTCHING PHCEBUS
 
They aire was hott, & shee was drye,—
to-iour bonne tannce;—
to Bacchus court shee fast did hye—
par melio shance—
her ffaint & weary hart [to] cherish,
which was soe fyered, that shee descryed
to quench her thirst,
& cryed, " helpe Bacchus, or else I pmsh! "
who still did hold her, and plainly told her
he wold kisse her ffirst.
 
Then Bacchus wz'th a power divine,—
to-iour bone tance,—
himselfe turned to a butt of wine,—■
par melio shance,—
and bade this Ladye drinke her ffill,
& take her pleasure in any measure,
& make noe waste;
& gaue her leaue to sucke the quill,
■which was spriteffull and delightffull
vnto her tast.
 
Att last this butte did run a tilte—
to-iour bonne tance.—
qtioth shee, "one drop shall not be spilt,
par melio shance,
ffor itt doth pleasing tast soe well,
my hart doth will me ffor to fill me
of this sweete Vine;

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WHEN SCQRTCHING PHGEBUS 39
 
I wold that I might alwayes dwell
in this ffaire Arbor! heeres soe good harbor,
& pleasant wine."
 
Shee drunke soe long, ere shee had done,—
to-iour bonne tance,—
her belly swelled like a tunn,
par melio shance.
Att last shee ffell in peeces twaine;
& being assunder, appeard a wonder,
God pryapus!
yett ffaine shee wold haue drunke againe;
& oft did visitt, and much solicite
God Diacchus.
 
His emptye caske wold yeeld noe more,—
to-iour bonne tannce,—
ffor shee had sucked itt ffull sore,
par melio shance.
quoth she "god Bacchus, change thy shape;
ffor now thy rigour, & all thy vigour,
Is cleane decayd.
behold [thou] here this new bome babe,
who when he is proued, heele be beloued
of wiffe and maide."
 
This bellye god thai wold be drunke—
to-iour bonne tannce,—
and being a goddesse, proued a punke,

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4o WHEN SCORTCHING PHCEBUS
 
par melyo shance,
her lusty bastarde stiffe & stronge,
was made & framed, & alsoe named,
god Bacchus heyre.
he had a nose 3 handfull Long,
wz'th one eye bleared, & all besmeard
about wz'th hayre.
 
He is the god of rich & poore—
to-iour bonne tannce;—
he openeth euery womans doore,
par melio shance;
he ceaseth all debate & strife,
& gently peaseth, & sweetly pleaseth
the hungry wombe.
he is the ioy twixt man & wiffe;
her pleasure lasteth, & sweeter tasteth
then hony combe.
 
Now all you nice & dainty dames,—
to-iour bonne tannce,—
to vse this god, thinke itt no shame,
par melio shance.
then let my speeches not offend,
tho you be gaudye, & I be baudye
& want a rodd!
good deeds shall speeches ffault amend
when you are willing ffor to be billing
with this sweet god.

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WHEN AS I DOE RECORD 41
WHEN AS I DOE RECORD
[1620-50]
 
[From The Percy Folio Manuscript, page 287 of MS.].
 
When as I doe record
the pleasures I haue had
att this side slippery board,
my mind is merry & glad.
w/th many a lusty lasse
my pleasure I haue tane:
I wold giue mine old white lade
that Iynye were here agalnei
 
Shee brewes & bakes to sell
for such as doe passe by;
good fellowes loue her well;
infaith & soe doe I!
ffor euer when I was drye,
of drinke I wold haue tane,
I wold tread both shooes awrye,
thai Iynye, &c.
 
ffull oft shee & I
w?'thin the buttery playd

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42
WHEN AS I DOE RECORD
att tray trippe of a dye,
& sent away the mayd.
ffor shee is of the dealing trade,
shee will giue you 3 for one;
shee is noe sullen lade;
giff Iynnye, &c.
 
A man might for a penny
haue had a pott of ale,
[coney] & tasted of a Caney
of either legg or tayle;
for shee wold neuer fayle
if shee were in the vaine.
alas, all fflesh were frayle
giff Iynnye, &c.
 
ffull oft I haue beene her man,
her markett for to make;
& after I haue rydden
a Ioumey for her sake,
Her pannell I cold take,
& gallopp all amaine;
Ide make both bedsides cracke
that Iynnye, &c.
 
You hostises that meane
for to liue by yoar trade,
if you scorne to kisse,
then keepe a pretty mayd!

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WHEN AS I DOE RECORD
43
for drinke is not worth a lowse
if lasses there be none!
I wold drinke a whole canouse
that Iynye, &c.

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" IN JANUARY LAST "
" IN JANUARY LAST"
 
[1676]
 
[From Durfey's Fond Husband; tune in Play-
ford's Choice Ayres, ii. 46].
 
In January last, on Munnonday at Morn,
As I along the Fields did pass to view the Winter's
Corn;
I leaked me behind, and I saw come over the
Knough,
Yan glenting in an Apron with bonny brent Brow.
 
I bid gud morrow fair Maid, and she right courte-
ouslie,
Bekt lew and fine, kind Sir, she saidj gud day
agen to ye;
I spear'd o her, fair Maid quo I, how far intend
ye now?
Quo she, I mean a Mile or twa, to yonder bonny
brow.
 
Fair Maid, I'm weel contented to have sike Com-
pany,
For I am ganging out the Gate that ya intend ta be;

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" IN JANUARY LAST
When we had walk'd a Mile or twa, Ize said to
her, in)' Doe,
May I not dight your Apron fine, kiss your bonny
brow.
 
Nea, gud Sir, you are far misteen, for I am nean
o'those,
I hope ya ha more Breeding then to dight a
Womans Cloaths;
For I've a better chosen than any sike as you,
Who boldly may my Apron dight and kiss ma
bonny brow.
 
Na, if ya are contracted, I have ne mar to say,
Rather than be rejected, I will give o'er the play;
And I will chose yen o me own that shall not on
me rew,
Will boldly let me dight her Apron, kiss her bonny
brow.
 
Sir, Ize see ya are proud-hearted, and leath to be
said nay,
You need not tall ha started, for eight that Ize
ded say;
You know Wemun for Modestie, ne at the first
time boo,
But, gif we like your Company, weareaskind asyou.

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46 "SAWNEY WAS TALL"
" SAWNEY "WAS TALL AND OF
NOBLE RACE"
 
(1680)
 
[From The Virtuous Wife by T. DURFEY; music
in Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), i. 133I
 
Sawney was tall and of Noble Race,
And lov'd me better than any eane;
But now he ligs by another Lass,
And Sawney will ne'er be my love agen:
I gave him fine Scotch Sarke and Band,
I put 'em on with mine own hand;
I gave him House, and I gave him Land,
Yet Sazvney will ne'er be my Love agen.
 
I robb'd the Groves of all their store,
And Nosegays made to give Sawney one;
He kiss'd my Breast and feign would do mere,
Geud feth me thought he was a bonny one:
He squeez'd my fingers, grasp'd my knee,
And carv'd my Name on each green Tree,
And sigh'd and languished to lig by me,
Yet now he wo'not be my Love agen.

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« SAWNEY WAS TALL " 47
My Bongrace and my Sun-burnt-face,
He prais'd, and also my Russet Gown;
But now he doats on the Copper Lace,
Of some leud Quean of London Town:
He gangs and gives her Curds and Cream,
Whilst I poor Soul sit sighing at heam,
And near joy Sawney unless in a Dream,
For now he ne'er will be my Love again.

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48 THE WINCHESTER WEDDING
THE WINCHESTER WEDDING: or RALPH
OF REDDING, AND BLACK BESS
OF THE GREEN
 
[1684]
 
[By Durfey; set to The Ring's figg; published with
the Tune, among Several New Songs by
Tho. Durfey.. fol, 1684].
 
At Winchester was a Wedding,
The like was never seen,
Twixt lusty Ralph of Redding,
And bonny black Bess of the Green:
The Fidlers were Croud ing before,
Each Lass was as fine as a Queen;
There was a Hundred and more,
For all the Country came in:
Brisk Robin led Rose so fair,
She look'd like a Lilly o'th' Vale;
And Ruddy Fac'd Harry led Mary,
And Roger led bouncing Nell.
 
With Tommy came smiling Katy,
He help'd her over the Stile;
And swore there was none so pretty,

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THE WINCHESTER WEDDING 49
In forty, and forty long Mile:
Kit gave a Green-Gown to Belly,
And lent her his Hand to rise;
But Jeimy was jeer'd by Watty,
For looking blue under the Eyes:
Thus merrily Chatting all,
They pass'd to the Bride-house along;
With Johnny and pretty fac'd Nanny,
The fairest of all the throng.
 
The Bride came out to meet 'em,
Afraid the Dinner was spoil'd;
And usher'd 'em in to treat 'em,
With Bak'd, and Roasted, and Boil'd:
The Lads were so frolick and jolly,
For each had his Love by his side;
But Willy was Melancholy,
For he had a Mind to the Bride:
Then Philip begins her Health,
And turns a Beer Glass on his Thumb;
But Jenkin was reckon'd for Drinking,
The best in Christendom.
 
And now they had Din'd, advancing
Into the midst of the Hall;
The Fidlers struck up for Dancing,
And Jeremy led up the Brawl:
But Margery kept a quarter,
A Lass that was proud of her Pelf,
MERRY SO.NGS IV. 4

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5~> THE WINCHESTER WEDDING
Cause Arthur had stolen her Garter,
And swore he would tie it himself:
She struggl'd and blush'd, and frown'd,
And ready with Anger to cry;
'Cause Arthur with tying her Garter,
Had slip'd his Hand too high.
 
And now for throwing the Stocking,
The Bride away was led;
The Bridegroom got Drunk and was knocking,
For Candles to light 'em to Bed:
But Robin that found him Silly,
Most friendly took him aside;
The while that his Wife with Willy,
Was playing at Hoopers-hide:
And now the warm Game begins,
The Critical Minute was come;
And chatting, and Billing, and Kissing,
Went merrily round the Room.
 
Pert Stephen was kind to Betty,
And blith as a Bird in the Spring;
And Tommy was so to Katy,
And Wedded her with a Rush Ring:
Sukey that Danc'd with the Cushion,
An Hour from the Room had been gone;
And Barnaby knew by her Blushing,
That some other Dance had been done:
And thus of Fifty fair Maids,

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THE WINCHESTER WEDDING 51
That came to the Wedding with Men;
Scarce Five of the Fifty was left ye,
That so did return again.
 
Brisk Dolly and pretty-fac'd Kate
This merriment they did adore;
Each Lass had been pleas'd with her Mate,
As they never had been before;
Nay, Susan was pleased at heart,
She said it, and said it again,
The young Men have play'd their part,
And no one has cause to complain.
The day was in merriment spent,
The Pipes and the Fidlers they play,
Before all the throng as they went;
Thus they made an end of the day.
 
[So was not this a fine wedding,
Where all was plea'sd to the life?
And they say he makes a kind Husband,
And she a very good wife].

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52 "'TWAS EARLY ONE MORNING"
"'TWAS EARLY ONE MORNING"
 
[1694]
 
[From Don Quixote by Durfey; tune in Pills to
Purge Melancholy (iyof), i. 303; set by John
Eccles].
 
'Twas early one Morning, the Cock had just crow'd;
Sing hey ding, hoe ding, langtridown deny;
My Holiday Cloaths on, and face newly Mow'd
With a hey ding, hoe ding, drink your brown
Berry;
The Sky was all Painted, no Scarlet so Red,
For the Sun was just then getting out of his Bed,
When Teresa and I went to Church to be sped;
With a hey ding, hoe ding, shall I come to Wooe thee,
Hey dmg, hoe ding, will ye buckle to me;
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding derry, deny,
Derry ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, hey lantridown
derry.
 
Her face was as fair, as ift had been in Print
Sing hey ding, hoe ding, langtridown derry;
And hei small Ferret Eyes, did lovingly Squint;
With a hey down, hoe ding, drink your brown
Berry;

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"'TWAS EARLY ONE MORNING" 53
 
Yet her mouth had been damag'd with Comfits
& plumbs,
And her Teeth that were useless, for biting her
Thumbs,
Had late, like ill Tennants, forsaken her Gums;
With a hey ding, hoe ding, &c.
 
But when Night came on, and we both were a Bed
Sing hey ding, hoe ding, langtridown derry;
Such strange things were done, there's no more
to be said.
With a hey down, hoe ding, drink your brown
Berry;
Next Morning her head ran of mending her Gown,
And mine was plagu'd how to pay Piper a Crown,
And so we rose up the same Fools we lay down,
With a hey ding, hoe ding, &c.

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54 " HOW HAPPY'S THE HUSBAND "
 
 
 
 
 
"HOW HAPPY'S THE,HUSBAND"
 
[i694]
 
[From Love Triumphant: or, Nature will Prevail,'
music in Pills to Purge Melancholy (1720), vi.
72; set by Henry Purcell].
 
How happy's the Husband, how happy's the
Husband,
Whose Wife has been try'd, has been try'd,
Not damn'd to the Bed, not damn'd to the Bed
of an ignorant Bride;
Secure of what's left, secure of what's left, he
ne'er misses the rest,
But where there's enough, enough, enough, but
where there's enough, supposes a Feast:
So foreknowing the Cheat,
He escapes the Deceit;
And in spight of the Curse he resolves, he re-
solves to be blest.
And in spight of the Curse he resolves, he re-
solves to be blest.
He resolves to be blest, he resolves, he resolves
to be blest.

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"HOW HAPPY'S THE HUSBAND" 55
 
If Children are blessings, his comfort's the more.
Whose Spouse has been known to be fruitful
before;
And the Boy that she brings ready made to his
Hand,
May stand him in stead for an Heir to his Land:
Shou'd his own prove a Sot,
When 'tis lawfully got
As when e'er it is so, if it won't I'll be hang'd.

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THE BEGGAR'S DELIGHT
THE BEGGAR'S DELIGHT
 
[c. 1695]
 
[A Broadside Song with music; also in Pills to
Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 142].
 
Courtiers, Courtiers, think it no harm,
That silly poor Swains in Love should be ;
For Love lies hid in Rags all torn,
As well as Silks and Bravery:
For the Beggar he loves his Lass as dear,
As he that hath Thousands, Thousands, Thou-
sands,
He that hath Thousand Pounds a Year.
 
State and Title are pitiful things,
A lower State more happy doth prove;
Lords and Ladies, Princes and Kings,
With the Beggar hath equal Joys in Love :
And my pretty brown Claris upon the Hay,
Hath always as killing, killing, killing,
Hath always as killing Charms as they.
 
A Lord will purchase a Maiden-head,
Which perhaps hath been lost some Years before;

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THE BEGGAR'S DELIGHT 57
A Beggar will pawn his Cloak and his Trade,
Content with Love to lye, and live Poor:
Our eager Embraces in Coal-sheds,
Are always more pleasing, pleasing, pleasing,
Than theirs that are dull in downy Beds.
 
Our Cloris is free from Patches and Paint,
Complection and Features sweetly agree;
Perfections which Ladies often do want,
Is always intail'd on our Pedigree:
Sweet Cloris in her own careless Hair,
Is always more taking, taking, taking,
Than Ladies that Towers and Pendants do wear.
 
A Dutchess may fail, created for Sport,
By using of Art, and changing of Things;
Tho' she were the Idol and Goddess o'th' Court,
The Joys and the Pleasure of Don, Prince, orKings,
Yet Cloris in her old Russet-Gown,
She's sound, she's sound, she's sound,
And free from the Plague and Pox of the Town.
 
A Beggar's as boon and as brisk in the dark,
As she that is Painted Red and White;
And pleases her Mate, tho' not such a Spark,
As lies by the side of a Lord or Knight:
And Cloris hath Beauty to Content,
So long as she's wholsom, wholsom, wholsom,
She pleases us, we don't repent.

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58 THE BEGGAR'S DELIGHT
 
What tho' all the Day she's attir'd in Rags,
Yet once a Week she changes her Smock;
And she that has Gold and Silver in Bags,
She can do no more than match a good Cock :
She's willing and ready to show her Art,
And still with her Kisses, Kisses, Kisses,
She'll conquer the Senses and the Heart.
 
All the Night long we do hug and embrace,
The greatest and Rich can do no more;
And when to the Swain she joins her Face,
He thinketh what Joys there's for him in store:
By the taste of the Blisses, so happy's he,
He crys there's no Beggar, Beggar, Beggar,
Could so blest, or so fortunate be.
 
The touch of her Hand encreases his Flame,
Who conquer'd by Charms a Captive doth lie;
And when he but thinks of his true Love's Name,
He vows for her sake he could freely Die:
Then she revives him again with a Kiss,
He cries you undo me, undo me, undo me,
Had ever poor Soul such Pleasure as this?
 
Then Gallants, ne'er envy the Poor's Delight,
'Tis Pleasure to Love, and a Plague to be Free;
Tho' some for our Poverty do 'us slight,
There's none alive more happy than we:
We well are content with what we enjoy,

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THE BEGGAR'S DELIGHT 59
 
And once in a twelvemonth, twelvemonth,
twelvemonth
We are blest with a Girl, or a Boy.
 
Content is a thing we strive to possess,
And better it is than a Golden Mine:
Since us with the same the Heaven do bless,
What cause have we for to repine:
No, we've enough our Hearts to suffice,
And he that doth murmur, murmui, murmur,
Will never be happy nor wise.

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6o
COME AKL
COME ALL, GREAT, SMALL, SHORT, TALL
 
[1696]
 
[From Don Quixote by T. Durfey : music in Pills
to Purge Melancholy (1709), iv. 93].
 
Come all, great, small, short, tall,
Away to Stoolball;
Down in a Vale on a Summers day,
All the Lads and Lasses met to be Merry,
A match for Kisses at Stoolball play,
And for Cakes and Ale,
And Sider and Perry.
Will and Tom, Hall, Dick and Hugh,
Kale, Doll, Sue, Bess and Moll,
With Hodge, and Briget, and James, and Nancy;
But when plump Siss got the ball in her Mutton Fist
Once fretted sh'd hit it farther than any ;
Running, Haring, Gaping, Staring,
Reaching, Stooping, Hollowing, Whooping;
Sun a setting,
All thought fitting,
By consent to rest 'em;
Hall got Sue, and Doll got Hugh,
All took by turns their Lasses and Buss'd 'em.

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COME ALL
Jolly Ralph was in with Peg,
Tho' freckl'd like a Turkey Egg,
And she as right as is my Leg,
Still gave him leave to towze her.
Harry then to Katy swore,
Her Duggs were pretty,
Tho' they were ali sweaty,
And large as any Cows are.
Tom Melancholy was
With his Lass;
For Sue do what e'er he cou'd do,
Wou'd not note him.
Some had told her,
B'ing a soldier
In a Party
With Mac-carty
At the Siege of Lhnrick,
He was wounded in the Scrotum.
But the cunning Philly
Was more kind to Willy,
Who of all their Ally,
Was the ablest Ringer;
He to carry on the Jest,
Begins a Bumper to the best,
And winks at her of all the rest,
And squeez'd her by the Finger.
Then went the Glasses round,
Then went the Lasses down,

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62
COME ALL
Each Lad did his Sweet-heart own,
And on the Grass did fling her.
Come all, great, small, short, tall,
Away to Stool Ball.

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« LADS AND LASSES BLITH AND GAY " 63
" LADS AND LASSES BLITH AND GAY"
[1696]
[By T. Durfey in Don Quixote; music in Pilh
lo Purge Melancholy (1707), i. 260; set by
Henry Purcell].
Lads and Lasses Blith and Gay,
Hear what my Song discloses,
As I one Morning sleeping lay,
Upon a bank of Roses:
Willy ganging out his Gate,
By geud luck chanc'd to spy me;
And pulling Bonnet from his Pate,
He softly lay down by me.
Willy tho' I muckle priz'd,
Yet now I wou'd not know him;
But made a Frown my Face disguis'd,
And from me strove to throw him:
Fondly he still nearer prest,
Upon my Bosom lying;
His beating Heart too thump'd so fast,
I thought the Loon was dying.
But resolving to deny,
An angry passion feigning;

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64 " LADS AND LASSES BLITH AND GAY
I often roughly push'd him by,
With words full of disdaining:
Willy baulk'd no favour wins,
Went off so discontented;
But I geud faith for all my Sins,
Ne'er half so much Repented.

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"THE BONNY GREY EY'D MORN" 65
"THE BONNY GREY EY'D MORN BEGAN
TO PEEP"
 
[c. 1698]
 
[A Broadside Song by J. Clarke with music;
also in Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), i.
248].
 
The Bonny grey Ey'd Morn began to peep,
When Jockey rowz'd with Love came blithly on;
And I who wishing lay depriv'd of sleep,
Abhorr'd the lazy Hours that slow did run:
But muckle were my joys when in my view,
I from my Window spy'd my only dear;
I took the Wings of Love and to him flew,
For I had fancy'd all my Heav'n was there.
 
Upon my Bosom Jockey laid his Head,
And sighing told me pretty Tales of Love;
My yielding Heart at ev'ry word he said,
Did flutter up and down and strangely move:
He sigh'd, he Kissed my Hand, he vow'd and swore,
That I had o'er his Heart a Conquest gain'd;
Then Blushing begg'd that I wou'd grant him more,
Which he, alass! too soon, too soon obtain'd.
MERRY SOVOS fV. e

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66 JENNY LONG RESISTED
"JENNY LONG RESISTED WULLY'S
FIERCE DESIRE "
 
\c. 1700]
 
[A Bioadside Song with music; set by R. Lever-
idge ; also in Pills to Purge Melancholy, ii. 245].
 
Jenny long resisted
Wully's fierce desire;
She the more persisted,
Coyness rais'd his Fire.
When he'd reap'd the Treasure,
And the Virgin's Spoils,
He found such short Pleasure,
Answer'd not his Toils.
 
Jenny lay neglected
In her Lover's Arms,
When she was rejected,
She try'd all her Charms:
Then she did discover,
That no Trick, nor Art,
Tho't might win a Lover,
Cou'd regain his Heart.

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"THUS DAMON KNOCKT" 67
"THUS DAMON KNOCKT AT CELIA'S
DOOR"
 
[1700]
 
[By G. Farquhar in The Constant Couple; music
in Pills to Purge Melancholy (1709), iv. 203;
set by D. Purcell].
 
Thus Damon knock'd at Caelia's Door,
Thus Damon knock'd at Caelia's Door,
He sigh'd and begg'd, and wept and swore,
The sign was so, She answer'd no,
The sign was so, She answei'd no, no, no, no.
 
Again he sigh'd again he pray'd,
No Damon no, no, no, no, no, I am afraid;
Consider Damon I'm a Maid,
Consider Damon no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
I'm a Maid.
 
At last his Sighs and Tears made way,
She rose and softly tum'd the Key;
Come in, said she, but do not, do not stay,
I may conclude, you will be rude;
But if you are you may:
I may conclude, you will be rude,
But if you are you may.

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68 "JOGGING ON FROM YONDER GREEN"
"JOGGING ON FROM YONDER GREEN"
 
[c. 1700]
 
[A Broadside Song with music; set by R. Lever-
idge; also in Pills to Purge Melancholy
(1707), ii. 274].
 
Jogging on from yonder Green,
Oh the pleasant sight I've seen;
John and Dolley jog, jog, jogging,
John and Dolley jogging on,
Themselves Cooling, Johnny was fooling,
Cry'd she, will you ne'er have done,
J°g- j°g> j°g. j°g. j°g. j°g. Jogging on:
The Sun shines, make Hay,
Make Hay, make Hay, make Hay good John;
Hey ho, hey ho, that I might do so,
Jog, jog, jog, jog, jogging,
Jog, jog, jog, jogging on.
 
John to ease her of her Pain,
Ended, and begun again,
He grew weary, jog, jog, jogging,
She more Cheary, jogging on,
Cry'd my deary, prithee tarry,

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"JOGGING ON FROM YONDER GREEN " 69
 
Sure you han't already done;
Jog, jog, jog, jog, jog, jog, jogging on;
The Sun's down, pray stay,
Pray stay, pray stay, good John,
Hey ho, that I might do so,
Jog, jog, jogging on.

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" EARLY IN THE DAWNING "
"EARLY IN THE DAWNING OF A
WINTER'S MORN"
 
[c. 1700]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 276;
set by Leveridge].
 
Early in the dawning of a Winters morn,
Brother Dick and I went forth into the Barn;
To get our selves a heat,
By Thrashing of the Wheat,
From the Stack, from the Stack, from the Stack,
the Stack:
The Straws they flew about,
And the Flails they kept a rout,
With a Thwack, Thwack, Thwa ck, Thwack, Thwack.
 
Margery came in then with an Earthen Pot,
Full of Pudding that was piping hot;
I caught her by the Neck fast,
And thank'd her for my Breakfast,
With a Smack, with a Smack, with a Smack, a
Smack:
Then up went her Tail,
And down went the Flail,
With a Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack.

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"EARLY IN THE DAWNING
Dick Threshing on, cry'd out, fie for shame,
Must I beat the Bush while you catch the Game;
Sow your wild Oats,
And mind not her wild Notes,
Of alack, of alack, of alack, alack:
Faith I did the Jobb,
While the Flail bore a bob,
With a Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack.
 
She shook off the Straws and did nothing ail,
Swearing there was no defence against a Flail,
But quietly lay still,
And bid me fill, fill, fill,
Her Sack, her Sack, her Sack, Sack:
But 'twas all in vain,
For I had spilt my Grain,
With a Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack.

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72 "LORD, WHAT'S COME TO MY MOTHER1
"LORD, WHAT'S COME TO MY MOTHER"
 
[i 701]
 
[From The Bath or The Western Lass; words by
Durfey ; set by Jeremy Clark].
 
Lord! what's come to my Mother,
That every Day more than other,
My true Age she would smother,
And says I'm not in my Teens;
Tho' my Sampler I've sown too,
My Bib and my Apron out-grown too,
Baby quite away thrown too,
I wonder what 'tis she means;
When our John does squeeze my Hand,
And calls me sugar sweet,
My Breath almost fails me,
I know not what ails me,
My Heart does so heave and so beat.
 
I have heard of Desires,
From Girls that have just been of my Years,
Love compar'd to sweet Bryers,
That hurts, and yet does please:
Is Love finer than Money,

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"LORD, WHAT'S COME TO MY MOTHER" 73
 
Or can it be sweeter than Honey,
I'm poor Girl such a Toney,
Evade that I cannot guess,
But I'm sure I'll watch more near,
There's something that Truth will shew,
For if Love be a Blessing,
To please beyond Kissing,
Our Jane and our Butler does know.

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THE QUAKER'S SONG
THE QUAKER'S SONG
 
[c. 1706]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), iii. 185].
 
Amongst the pure ones all,
Which Conscience doth profess;
And yet that sort of Conscience,
Doth practice nothing less:
I mean the Sect of those Elect,
That loath to live by Merit;
That leads their Lives with other Mens Wives,
According unto the Spirit.
 
One met with a Holy Sister of ours,
A Saint who dearly lov'd him:
And fain he would have kiss'd her,
Because the Spirit mov'd him:
But she deny'd, and he reply'd,
You're damn'd unless you do it;
Therefore consent, do not repent,
For the Spirit doth move me to it.
 
She not willing to offend, poor Soul,
Yielded unto his Motion;

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THE QUAKER'S SONG 75
And what these two did intend,
Was out of pure Devotion:
To lye with a Friend and a Brother,
She thought she shou'd die no Sinner,
But e'er five Months were past,
The Spirit was quick within her.
 
But what will the Wicked say,
When they shall here of this Rumour;
They'd laugh at us every Day,
And Scoff us in every Corner:
Let 'em do so still if that they will,
We mean not to follow their Fashion,
They're none of our Sect, nor of our Elect,
Nor none of our Congregation.
 
But when the time was come,
That she was to be laid;
It was no very great Crime,
Committed by her they said:
'Cause they did know, and she did show,
'Twas done by a Friend and a Brother,
But a very great Sin they said it had been,
If it had been done by another.

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76 BLOWZABELLA
BLOWZABELLA MY BOUNCING DOXIE
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), iii. 309;
" the Italian song call'd Pastorella; made into
an English Dialogue by Mr. Tho. D'urfey "].
 
Blowzabella my bouncing Doxie,
Come let's trudge it to Kiriham Fair,
There's stout Liquor enough to Fox me,
And young Cullies to buy thy Ware.
She. Mind your Matters ye Sot without medling
How I manage the sale of my Toys,
Get by Piping as I do by Pedling,
You need never want me for supplies.
He. God-a-mercy my Sweeting, I find thou think'st
fitting,
To hint by this twitting, I owe thee a Crown;
She. Tho' for that I've been staying, a greater Debt's
paying,
Your rate of delaying will never Compound.
He. I'll come home when my Pouch is full,
And soundly pay thee all old Arrears;

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BLOWZABELLA 77
She. You'll forget it your Pate's so dull,
As by drowzy Neglect appears.
He. May the Drone of my Bag never hum,
If I fail to remember my Blowze;
She. May my Buttocks be ev'ry ones Drum,
If I think thou wilt pay me a Souse.
He. Squeakham, Squeakham, Bag-pipe will make
'em,
Whisking, Frisking, Money brings in;
She. Smoaking, Toping, Landlady groping,
Whores and Scores will spend it again.
He. By the best as I guess in the Town,
I swear thou shalt have e'ery Groat;
She. By the worst that a Woman e'er found,
If I have it will signify nought;
He. If good Nature works no better,
Bloiozabella I'd have you to know,
Though you fancy my Stock is so low,
I've more Rhino than always I show,
For some good Reasons of State that I know,
She. Since your Cheating I always knew,
For my Ware I got something too,
I've more Sence than to tell to you.
He. Singly then let's imploy Wit,
I'll use Pipe as my gain does hit,
She. And If I a new Chapman get,
You'll be easy too,
He. Easy as any worn out Shoo.

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78 BLOWZABELLA
[CHORUS of both]
 
Free and Frolick we'll Couple Gratis,
Thus we'll show all the Human Race;
That the best of the Marriage State is,
Blowzabella and Collin's Case.

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THE DISAPPOINTMENT 79
THE DISAPPOINTMENT
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), iii. 25;
tune, Joan to the Maypole in Chappell's
Popular music, 302].
 
The Clock had struck, faith I cannot tell what,
But Morning was come as Grey as a Cat;
Cocks and Hens from their Roosts did fly,
Grunting Hogs too had left their stye;
When in a Vale,
Carrying a Pail,
Sissly her new Lover met, Dapper Harry;
First they Kiss'd,
Then shook Fist,
Then talk'd, as Fools do, that just were to Marry.
 
Zooks cry'd Hall, I can't but think,
Now we are come to Wedlock brink;
How pure a stock 'twill be how fine,
When you put your good mark to mine;
Siss at that,
Glowing hot,
Buss'd him as if she'd have burnt him to Tinder;

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8o THE DISAPPOINTMENT
Thus they Woo,
But see how,
Damn'd Fate contriv'd now the Bargain to hinder.
 
Sissly had got a Cold I suppose,
And 'twixt her Fingers was blowing her Nose;
Harry, that Lumen too wanted I doubt,
Lent her his Glove, to serve for a Clout;
Scraping low,
Manners to show,
And tell her how much he was her adorer:
Pray mark the Joke,
Leather thong broke,
And Breeches fell down to his Ancles before her.
 
Sissly who saw him thus distrest,
Pulls of her Garter of woolen List;
And with a sly and leering look,
Gave it to mend up what was broke;
Fumbling he,
Could not see,
What he discover'd, tho' e'er he had ty'd all:
For just before,
Shirt was tore,
And as the Devil would have't she had spy'd all.
 
She gave him then so cold a Look,
Discontent it plainly spoke;
And running from him near a Mile,

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THE DISAPPOINTMENT 81
He overtook her at a stile;
Too much hast,
Milk down cast,
And topsy turvy she fell on her Pole with't:
He seeing that,
Runs with's Hat,
But could not Cover her C----for his soul with't:
 
Have you not seen at Noon of Day,
The Sun his glorious Face display;
So Sissly shone with Beauty's Rays,
Reflecting from her Postern grace;
Till at last
Strugling past,
Wide sprawling Legs were again set in order:
But poor Hall,
Since her fall,
Stood just like one was found guilty of Murder.
 
The God of Love, or else old Nick,
Sure had design'd this Devilish trick,
To make the Bridegroom and the Bride;
With themselves dissatisfy'd;
She grown coy,
Call'd him Boy,
He getting from her cry'd Zoons you'r a rouzer.
Foh, she cry'd,
By things spy'd,
She had as live a meer Baby should espouse her.
MERRY SONGS IV. 6

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82
TWO TO ONE
TWO TO ONE
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 172].
 
There were two Bumpkins lov'd a Lass,
And striving who should have her;
She presum'd of what she had,
And they of what they gave her:
Hey ho, hey ho, my Heart's delight,
Carouse away all Sorrow;
Let me Tickle thy Wench twice to Night, to Night,
She shall be thine to Morrow.
 
But we were both of one Consent,
And something had some Savour;
And let a poor Man be content
With half a Wenches Favour;
Hey ho, hey ho, &c.
 
But this is still against all Sence,
Which ever more hath vex'd us;
That ev'ry Lobcock hath his Wench,
And we but one betwixt us.
Hey ho, hey ho, &c.

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TWO TO ONE
Good Brother, let us not dismay,
What hap so e'er betide us;
For fear a Third should come this way,
And pull our Wench beside us:
Hey ho, hey ho, &c.
 
For Women they are Winning things,
As mutable as may be;
No Bird that ever flew with Wings,
So subtile is as they be.
Hey ho, hey ho, &c.
 
No matter who shall pledge her first,
Affections are but blindness;
And let the World say what they list,
We'll take her double Kindness.
Hey ho, hey ho, &c.
 
For she hath granted both our Sutes,
When we came first unto her;
And he shall Ride in both our Boots,
That comes the next to Wooe her:
Hey ho, hey ho, &c.

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84 SUSANNAH AND THE ELDERS
SUSANNAH AND THE ELDERS
 
[c. 1707]
 
[A Broadside Song with music].
 
Susannah the fair
With her Beauties all bare,
Was bathing her, was bathing herself in an Arbour:
The Elders stood peeping, and pleas'd
With the dipping,
Would fain ha\e sleer'd into her Harbour.
 
But she in a rage,
Swore she'd never engage,
With monsters, with monsters, with monsters so
old and so feeble.
This caus'd a great rout,
Which had ne'er come about,
Had the Elders been sprightly and able.

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THE TUNBRIDGE DOCTORS 85
THE TUNBRIDGE DOCTORS
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 160;
tune, Packington's Pound].
 
You Maidens and Wives,
And young Widows rejoyce,
Declare your thanksgiving,
With Heart and with Voice;
Since Waters were Waters
I dare boldly say,
There ne'er was such cause
Of a Thanksgiving day.
 
For from London-Town
There's lately come down,
Four Able Physicians
That never wore Gown:
Their Physick is pleasant,
Their Dose it is large,
And you may be Cur'd
Without Danger or Charge.
 
No Bolus nor Vomit,
No Potion nor Pill,

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86 THE TUNBRIDGE DOCTORS
Which sometimes do Cure,
But oftner do Kill,
Your Taste nor your Stomach
Need ever displease,
If you'll be advised
But by one of these.
 
For they've a new Drug
Which is call'd the close Hug,
Which will mend your Complexion,
And make you look smug,
A Sovereign Balsom
Which once well apply'd,
Tho' griev'd at the Heart
The Patient ne'er Dy'd.
 
In the Morning you need not
Be robb'd of your rest,
For in your warm Beds
Your Physick works best:
And tho' in the taking
Some stirring's requir'd,
The motion's so pleasant
You cannot be tir'd.
 
For on your Backs you must lie,
With your Body rais'd high,
And one of these Doctors
Must always be by,

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THE TUNBRIDGE DOCTORS 87
Who still will be ready
To cover you warm,
For if you take cold
All physick doth harm.
 
Before they do venture
To give their direction,
They always consider
Their Patients complexion;
If she have a moist Palm
Or a Red Head of Hair,
She requires more Physick
Than one man can spare.
 
If she have a long Nose,
The Doctor scarce knows
How many good handfuls
Must go to her Dose:
You Ladies that have
Such ill symptoms as these,
In reason and conscience
Should pay double fees.
 
But that we may give
To these Doctors due praise;
Who to all sorts of people
Their favours conveys;
On the ugly for pity sake
Skill shall be shown,

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88 THE TUNBRIDGE DOCTORS
 
And as for the handsom,
They're Cur'd for their own.
 
On the Silver or Gold
They never lay hold,
For what comes so freely
They scorn should be sold:
Then joyn with the Doctors,
And heartily pray,
Their power of Healing
May never decav.

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" ON ENFIELD COMMON " 89
 
 
 
"ON ENFIELD COMMON, I MET A
WOMAN"
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 270].
 
On Enfield Common, I met a Woman,
A bringing North-Hall Water to the Town;
Said I, fair Maiden, you're heavy laden,
I'll light and give you ease in a Green Gown:
Says she, 'tis good Sir, to stir the Blood, Sir,
For the Green-sickness, Friend, will make me
like it;
Then in a Minute I left my Gennett,
And went aside with her into a Thicket:
Then with her leave there, a Dose I gave her,
She straight confess'd her Sickness I did nick it.
 
I went to leave her, but this did grieve her,
For panting on the Grass she did complain;
Saying Physician, my Sick Condition,
I fear will suddenly return again:
If you deny me, and don't supply me
VVith many Potions of your sweetest Pleasure:
Then prithee Gallant improve thy Talent,
Since we have Opportunity and Leisure;

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"ON ENFIELD COMMON
With such like Greeting, my pretty Sweeting,
She seem'd to press upon me without measure.
 
'Twas Summer Weather, we sat together,
And chatted all the pleasant Afternoon;
No one was near us, to over-hear us,
At length I said I'd put my Pipes in Tune:
To give a Glister, with that I kiss'd her,
She cry'd, another Fit do's round me hover;
With the Green Rushes I'll veil my Blushes,
For in my Cheeks I know you may discover
What's my desire, Love never Tire,
For Oh! I long, I long, to be a Mother.
 
With that I told her, that I wou'd hold her,
A Guinea to a Groat it should be so;
In Nine Months after, a Son or Daughter,
Will be your lucky Lot, Dear Love I know:
Quoth she, you Vapour, and draw your Rapier,
But yet methinks too soon you seem to tire;
I'll lay a Shilling, if you are willing,
That Nine Months hence I have not my desire;
Except you'll venture, once more to enter,
Alas! the Name of Mother I admire.
 
Because I'd ease her, and fully please her,
I took a Lodging for my Enfield Lass;
Who was a Beauty, and knew her Duty,
The Night we did in youthful pleasures pass,

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"ON ENFIELD COMMON
With melting Blisses, and charming Kisses,
On downy Beds secure from Wind and Weather;
And in the Morning, by Day's adorning,
We rose and drank a Glass of Wine together :
With Joys I crown'd her, for then I found her,
To have a Heart far lighter than a Feather.
 
I having cur'd her, likewise assur'd her,
If e'er it was my luck to come that way;
I'd pawn my Honour, to call upon her,
But for that time I could no longer stay:
The loving creature, of pure good nature,
She gave me Twenty Kisses when we parted;
Because she never had found such favour,
In Loves soft Pleasures to be so diverted :
Then straight I mounted, for why I counted,
'Twas time I had her company deserted.

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92 MY MISTRESS THAT'S PRETTY
MY MISTRESS THAT'S PRETTY
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 216;
sung by DoGGEt].
 
I'll sing you a Song of my Mistriss that's pretty,
A Lady so frolick and gay;
It tickles my Fancy to tune her sweet Ditty,
For Love was all her Play.
 
She's -witty and pretty, and tunes like a Fiddle,
A Lady so frolick and gay;
She begins at both Ends, and ends in the Middle,
For Love was all her Play.
 
She hugs and she Kisses without a Word speaking,
A Lady so frolick and gay;
She falls on her Back without flinching and squeaking,
For Love was all her Play.
 
She's laden with Graces of Virtue and Honour,
A Lady so frolick and gay;
'Twixt a fair pair of Sheets with warm Love upon her,
For Love was all her Play.

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"WHEN SAWNEY FIRST DID WOE ME" 93
 
 
 
 
 
"WHEN SAWNEY FIRST DID WOE ME"
 
[e. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 242;
set by R. Leveridge].
 
When Sawney first did Wooe me, he did at
distance stand,
Advancing to undoe me, he gently took my Hand;
Hs gently rais'd it higher, with pish and much ado,
His Lips still creeping nigher, at last he Kiss'd it too.
 
Advancing more to try me, with Love's in-
chanting grace,
He drew himself more nigh me, and gently
touch'd my Face;
He set it all on Fire, with pish and much ado,
His Lips approaching nigher, at last he Kiss'd me too.
 
Compleatly to undo me, he clasp'd me in his Arms,
As tho' he wou'd go through me, and search out
all my Charms;
As though he wou'd go through me, with Oh,
and much ado,
As sure as e'er he knew me, at last he did it too.

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94
DUNMORE KATE
DUNMORE KATE
 
|>. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 220].
 
There lately was a Maiden Fair,
With ruddy Cheeks and Nut-brown hair,
Who up to Town did trudge, Sir;
This pretty Maid, whose Name was Kale,
Met here a hard unlucky Fate,
As you anon shall judge, Sir.
 
A little e'er it did grow Dark,
She needs must walk into the Park,
The Gentry for to see, Sir;
Where soon she met a Footman gay,
That stop'd her short, and made her stay,
To sit down under Tree, Sir.
 
This Footman swore he was a Lord,
Which soon made Katy to accord,
And grant him his full Will, Sir;
She Kiss'd his Lordship o'er and o'er,
And open'd all her Country store,
And let- him take his fill, Sir.

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DUNMORE KATE
95
But when she heard one call out John,
Up rose her Spark, and strait was gone
To Trot before the Chair, Sir;
Which made this Damsel all alone
To sigh and sob, and make great moan,
And shed full many a Tear, Sir.
 
Quoth she, if these be Lo?ido?i Tricks,
God send me down amongst my Dicks,
That live on Dunsmore Heath, Sir;
If ever I come here again,
Or e'er believe one Man in Ten,
May the De'll come stop my Breath, Sir.

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96 THE SOUND COUNTRY LASS
THE SOUND COUNTRY LASS
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 211].
 
These London Wenches are so stout,
They care not what they do;
They will not let you have a Bout,
Without a Crown or two.
 
They double their Chops, and Curl their Locks,
Their Breaths perfume they do;
Their Tails are pepper'd with the Pox,
And that you're welcome to.
 
But give me the Buxom Country Lass,
Hot piping from the Cow;
That will take a touch upon the Grass,
Ay, marry, and thank vou too.
 
Her Colour's as fresh as a Rose in June,
Her Temper as kind as a Dove;
She'll please the Swain with a wholesome Tune,
And freely give her Love.

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« YOUNG CORIDON AND PHILLIS" 97
"YOUNG CORIDON AND PHILLIS"
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills lo Purge Melancholy (1707), iii. 205;
set by Jeremiah Clark].
 
Young Coridon and Phillis
Sate in a lovely Grove;
Contriving Crowns of Lillies,
Repeating Tales of Love:
And something else, but what I dare not name.
 
But as they were a Playing,
She oagled so the Swain;
It sav'd her plainly saying,
Let's kiss to ease our Pain:
And something else, but what I dare not name.
 
A thousand times he kiss'd her,
Laying her on the Green;
But as he farther press'd her,
Her pretty Leg was seen:
And something else, but what I dare not name.
MERRY SONGS IV. -j

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98 " YOUNG CORIDON AND PHILLIS
So many Beauties removing,
His Ardour still increas'd;
And greater Joys pursuing,
He wander'd o'er her Breast:
And something else, but what I dare not name.
 
A last Effort she trying,
His passion to withstand;
Cry'd, but it was faintly crying,
Pray take away your Hand:
And something else, but what I dare not name.
 
Young Coridon grown bolder,
The Minute would improve;
This is the Time he told her,
To shew you how I love;
And something else, but what I dare not name.
 
The Nymph seem'd almost dying,
Dissolv'd in amorous Heat;
She kiss'd, and told him sighing,
My Dear your Love is great:
And something else, but what I dare not name.
 
But Phillis did recover
Much sooner than the Swain;
She blushing ask'd her Lover,
Shall we not Kiss again:
And something else, but what I dare not name.

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"YOUNG CORIDON AND PHILLIS" 99
Thus Love his Revels keeping,
'Till Nature at a stand;
From talk they fell to Sleeping,
Holding each others Hand;
And something else, but what I dare not name.

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too KING EDWARD AND JANE SHORE
OF KING EDWARD AND JANE SHORE
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), iii. 20;
tune, St. George for England].
 
Why should we boast of Lais and her Knights,
Knowing such Champions intrapt with Whorish
Lights:
Or why should we speak of Thais Curled Locks,
Or Rhodope that gave so many Men the Pox.
Read old Stories, and there you shall find,
How Jane Shore, Jane Shore she pleas'd King
Edward's mind.
Jane Shore she was for fair England, Queen
Fredrick was for France,
Honi soit qui mal y pense.
 
To speak of the Amazons it were too long to tell,
And likewise of the Thracian Girls, how far they
did excel;
Those with Scythian Lads, engag'd in several Fights,
And in the brave Venetian Wars, did foil advent'rous
Knights:

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KING EDWARD AND JANE SHORE 101
 
Messaline and Julia were Vessels wond'rous brittle,
But Jane Shore, Jane Shore took down K. Edward's
Mettle.
Jane Shore she was, &c.
 
Thalestis of Thormydon, she was a doughty Wight;
She Conquer'd Pallas King in the Exercise of Night;
Hercules shew the Dragon whose Teeth were all
of Brass,
Yet he himself became a Slave unto the Lydian
Lass:
The Theban Semel lay with Jove, not dreading
all his Thunder,
But Jane Shore overcame King Edward, altho' he
had her under.
Jane Shore she was, &c.
 
Hellen of Greece she came of Spartan Blood,
Agricola and Cressida they were brave Whores
and good;
Queen Clytemnestra bold, slew old Arthur's
mighty Son,
And fair Harcyon pull'd down the Strength of
Telamon:
Those were the Ladies that caus'd the Trojan Sack,
But Jane Shore, Jane Shore she spoil'd K. Edward's
Back.
Jane Shore she was, &c.

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102 KING EDWARD AND JANE SHORE
For this the Ancient Fathers did gieat Venus defy,
Because with her own Father Jove she feared not
to lie;
Hence Cupid came, who afterwards reveng'd his
loving Mother,
And made kind Biblis do the like with Cornus
her own Brother;
And afterwards the Goddess kept Adonis for
Reserve,
But Jane Shore, Jane Shore she stretch'd King
Edward's Nerve.
Jane Shore she was, &c.
 
The Colchin Dame Maedea her Father did betray,
And taught her Lover Jason how the Vigilant
Bull to slay;
And after, thence convey'd her Father's golden
Fleece,
She with her Lover sail'd away in Argus Ship to
Greece:
But finding Jason False, she burnt his Wife and
Court,
But Jane Shore, Jane Shore she shew'd King
Edward sport.
Jane Shore she was, &c.
 
Romix of Saxony the Welsh State overthrew,
Igraeyn of Cornwal, Pendragon did subdue;

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KING EDWARD AND JANE SHORE 103
 
Queen Quinniver with Arthur fought singly hand
to hand,
In Bed, tho' afterwards she made Horns on his
Head to stand:
And to Sir Mordred Pictish Prince a Paramore
became,
But Jane Shore, Jane Shore she made King
Edward tame.
Jane Shore she was, &c.
 
Marosia of Italy, see how she stoutly copes,
With Jesuits, Priests and Cardinals, and tripple
Crowned Popes;
And with King Henry, Rosamond spent many
a dallying Hour,
Till lastly she was Poisoned in Woodstock fatal
Bower:
And Joan of Ark play'd in the Dark with the
Knights of Languedock,
But Jane Shore, met King Edward, and gave him
Knock for Knock.
Jane Shore she was, &c.
 
Pasiphae we know play'd feats with the Cretan
Bull,
And Proserpine, tho' so Divine, became black
Pluto's Trull:
The Spanish Baud her Strumpets taught to lay
their Legs astride,

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104 KING EDWARD AND JANE SHORE
But these and all the Curtezans Jane Shore did
them deride:
Pope Joan was right, altho' she did the Papal
Scepter Weild,
But Jane Shore, Jane Shore she made King Ed-
ward yield.
Jane Shore she was, &c.
 
Agathoclea and ^Enathe did govern Egypt's King;
The witty Wench of Andover, she was a pretty
thing,
She freely took her Lady's place, and with great
Edgar Dally'd,
And with main force she foil'd him quite, altho'
he often rally'd:
For which brave Act, he that her rack'd, gave
her his Lady's Land,
But Jane Shore, Jane Shore King Edward did
command.
Jane Shore she was, &c.
 
Of Phryne and Lanva Historians have related,
How their Illustrious Beauties, two Generals Cap-
tivated :
And they that in the Days of Yore kill'd Men
and Sack'd their Cities,
In Honour of their Mistresses composed Amorous
Ditties:

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KING EDWARD AND JANE SHORE 105
Let Flora gay with Romans play, and be a
Goddess call'd,
But Jane Shore, Jane Shore, King Edward she
enthrall'd.
Jane Shore she was, &c.
 
The Jolly Tanner's Daughter Harlot of Normandy,
She only had the happiness to please Duke Robert's
Eye;
And Roxolana tho' a Slave, and born a Grecian,
Could with a Nod, command and rule Grand
Seignior Solyman:
And Naples Joan would make them Groan that
ardently did love her,
But Jane Shore, Jane Shore King Edward he did
Shove her.
Jane Shore she was, &c.
 
Aspatia doth of the Persian Brothers boast,
Though Cynthia joy in the Lampathean Boy, Jane
Shore shall rule the roast;
Cleopatra lov'd Mark Anthony, and Brownal she
did feats,
But compar'd to our Virago, they were but meerly
cheats,
Brave Carpet Knights in Cupid's Fights, their
milkwhite Rapiers drew,
But Jane Shorejane Shore King Edward did subdue,
Jane Shore she was, &c.

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io6 KING EDWARD AND JANE SHORE
Hamlet's incestuous Mother, was Gartrude Den-
mark's Queen,
And Circe that enchanting Witch, the like was
scarcely seen;
Warlike Penthesile was an Amazonian Whore,
To Hector and young Iroylus, both which did
her adore,
But brave King Edward, who before had gain'd
Nine Victories,
Was like a Bond-slave, fetter'd with Jane Shore's
all conqu'ring Thighs:
Jane Shore she was, &c.

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THE TOWN-RAKES 107
 
 
 
 
THE TOWN-RAKES
 
[b. 1707]
 
[Attributed to Motteux; music in Pills to Purge
Melancholy (1707), iii. 202 ; set by D. Purcell).
 
What Life can compare with the jolly Town Rakes,
When in his full swing of all Pleasure he takes?
At Noon he gets up for a wet and to Dine,
And Wings the swift Hours with Mirth, Musick,
and Wine,
Then jogs to the Play-house and chats with the
Masques,
And thence to the Rose where he takes his three
Flasks,
There great as a Caesar he revels when drunk,
And scours all he meets as he reels, as he reels
to his Punk,
And finds the dear Girl in his Arms when he
wakes,
What Life can compare to the jolly Town-Rakes,
the Jolly Town-Rakes.
 
He like the Great Turk has his favourite She,
But the Town's his Seraglio, and still he lives free;

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io8 THE TOWN-RAKES
Somelimes she's a Lady, but as he must range,
Black Betty, or Oyster Moll serve for a Change:
As he varies his Sports his whole Life is a Feast,
He thinks him that is soberest is most like a
Beast:
All Houses of Pleasure, breaks Windows and Doors,
Kicks Bullies and Cullies, then lies with their
Whores:
Rare work for the Surgeon and Midwife he makes,
What Life can Compare with the jolly Town-
Rakes.
 
Thus in Covent-Garden he makes his Campaigns,
And no Coffee-House haunts but to settle his
Brains;
He laughs at dry Mortals, and never does think,
Unless 'tis to get the best Wenches and Drink:
He dwells in a Tavern, and lives ev'ry where,
And improving his Hour, lives an age in a Year:
For as Life is uncertain, he loves to make haste,
And thus he lives longest because he lives fast;
Then leaps in the Dark, and his Exit he makes,
What Death can compare with the jolly Town-
Rakes.

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THE CRAB-TREE 109
THE CRAB-TREE
 
[c. 1707]
 
[A Broadside Ballad].
 
The Moon was pendulous above,
The Sun had gain'd the Naider,
When Sylvia, full of Youth and Love,
In loose Attire array'd her.
 
The twinkling Stars intic'd her out,
And she decoy'd her Sister;
And while she briskly tript about,
The Boughs wou'd fain have kist her.
 
Resign'd to mirth, thus Sylvia said;
Come hither, Sister Chloe:
I've learn'd to stand upon my Head,
Observe me, Girl, I'll show ye.
 
She did what she design'd to do,
Her Legs were wide extended,
Her ---- expos'd to open view,
Since nothing could defend it.

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ho THE CRAB-TREE
To steal Paremains, upon a tree,
Hard by, a Boy was mounted,
From him the Tale devolved to me,
Most faithfully recounted.
 
I heard the merry Wagg protest,
The Muff between her Haunches,
Resembl'd much a Mag-Pye's Nest
Between two lofty Branches.
 
In this inviting Posture stood
The Lady near a minute,
Jack pickt the largest Fruit he cou'd,
And fairly chuckt it in it.
 
It there {pok Root, the Soil was fine,
Pray credit what I tell ye,
And, like the visionary Vine,
It overspread her Belly.
 
In pleasing Shades the Stalks arose,
And rang'd themselves in Order;
And where the bubbling Fountain flows
Hung wav'ring o'er its Border.
 
Since Chance had fixt it growing there,
And Fortune plac'd the Root on't,
For want of necessary Care,
Crabs only were the Fruit on't.

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THE HARLOT UN-MASK'D in
THE HARLOT UN-MASK'D
 
[c. 1707]
 
[A Broadside Ballad; tune, The King and the
Miller}.
 
How happy the State does the Damsel possess?
Who would be no greater, nor can be no less:
On her Quim and herself depends for Support:
And is better than all the Prime Ladies at Court:
What though she in Grogram and Lindsey does go,
Nor boasts of gay Cloathing, to make a fine Show;
A Girl in this dress may be sweeter by far,
Than she that is stitch'd by a Garter and Star,
Tlian she that is, &c.
 
Tho' her Hands they are red, and her Bubbles
are coarse,
Her Quim, for all that, may be never the worse:
A Girl more polite with less Vigour may play,
And her Passion in Accents less channing convey:
What tho' a brisk fellow she sometimes may lack,
When warm with Desire, and stretch'd on her Back:
In this too great Ladies Example afford,

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THE HARLOT UNMASK'D
Who oft put a Footman in Room of a Lord,
Who oft pat a Footman, Sec.
 
Or should she endeavour new Conquests to make,
In this too she Mimicks the Punks of the State:
Whose Aim is all one for to get a good Stroak;
As all her Concern's to supply her Black Toak :
Each Night when Sport's over, and Love's Foun-
tain's dry,
She, weary with Stitching, contented does lie:
Then 'wakes in the Morning so brisk and so keen:
If so happy a Harlot, then who'd be a Queen?
If so happy a Harlot, &c.

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THE SUBURBS IS A FINE PLACE 113
THE SUBURBS IS A FINE PLACE
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pilh to Purge Melancholy (1707), iii. 99;
tune, London is a fine Town].
 
The Suburbs is a fine Place belonging to the City,
It has no Government at all, alack the more the
Pity;
A Wife, a silly Animal, esteemeed in that same
Place,
For there a Civil Woman's now asham'd to shew
her Face:
The Misses there have each Man's Time, his
Money, nay, his Heart,
Then all in all, both great and small, and all in
ev'ry Part.
 
Which Part it is a thorough-fair so open and so
large,
One well might sail through ev'ry Tail even in a
western Barge;
These Cracks that Coach it now, when first they
came to Town,
Did turn up Tail for a Pot of Ale in Linsey Wolsey
Gown.
MSRRY SONGS IV. g

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ii4 THE SUBURBS IS A FINE PLACE
The Bullies first debauch'd 'em, in Baudy Covent-
Garden,
That filthy place, where ne'er a Wench was ever
worth a Farthing;
And when their Maiden-heads are sold to sneak-
ing Lords,
Which Lords are Clapt at least nine-fold for
taking of their Words.
 
And then my Lord, that many tries, she looks
so Innocent,
Believing he Infected her, he makes a Settlement;
These are your Ciacks, who skill'd in all kind of
Debauches,
Do daily piss, spue, and whore, in their own glass
Coaches.
 
Now Miss turn Night-walker, till Lord-Mayor's
Men she meets,
O'er Night she's Drunk, next Day she's finely
flogged thro' London streets;
After their Rooms of State are chang'd to Bulks
or Coblers Stalls,
'Till Poverty and Pox agree, they dying in Hospitals.
 
This Suburbs gallant Fop that takes delight in
Roaring,
He spends his time in Huffing, Swearing, Drink-
ing, and in Whoring;

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THE SUBURBS IS A FINE PLACE u5
 
And if an honest Man and his Wife meet them
in the Dark,
Makes nothing to run the Husband through to
get the name of Spark.
 
But when the Constable appears, the Gallant, let
me tell ye,
His Heart denies his Breeches, and sinks into
his Belly;
These are the silly Rogues that think it fine and
witty,
To laugh and joak at Aldermen, the Rulers of
the City.
 
They'd kiss our Wives, but hold, for all their
plotting Pates,
While they would get us Children, we are getting
their Estates;
And still in vain they Court pretending in their
Cares,
That their Estates may thus descend unto the
Lawful Heirs.
 
Their Play-houses I hate, are Shops to set off
Wenches,
Where Fop and Miss, like Dog and Bitch, do
couple under Benches;
That I might advise the chiefest Play-house
monger,

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n6 THE SUBURBS IS A FINE PLACE
I have a Sister of my own both Handsomer and
Younger.
 
She lives not far off in the Parish of St. Clements,
She never liv'd in Cellar nor sold Oranges and
Lemons:
Then why should Play-house Trulls with Paint and
such Temptations,
Be an Eye sore to me and more to the best part o'th'
Nation.
 
Now you that all this while have listened to my
Dity,
With streightened Hands pray drink a Health
unto this noble City:
And let us pray to Jove, these Suburb folks to
mend,
And having now no more to say, I think it fit to end.

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"THE SUN WAS JUST SETTING" 117
" THE SUN WAS JUST SETTING "
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), i. 252;
set by R. Leveridge].
 
The Sun was just Setting, the Reaping was done,
And over the Common I tript it alone;
Then whom should I meet, but young Dick of
our Town,
Who swore e'er I went I shou'd have a Green-
gown :
He prest me, I stumbl'd,
He push'd me, I Tumbl'd,
He Kiss'd me, I GrumbFd,
But still he Kiss'd on,
Then rose and went from me as soon as he'd done.
If he be not hamper'd for serving me so,
May I be worse RumpFd,
Worse Tumbl'd, and Jumbl'd,
Where ever, where ever I go.
 
Before an old Justice I Summon'd the Spark,
And how do you think I was serv'd by his Clark;
He pull'd out his Inkhorn, and ask'd me his Fee,
You now shall relate the whole Business, quoth he.

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ii8 "THE SUN WAS JUST SETTING
He prest me, I stumbl'd,
He push'd me, I Tumbl'd,
He Kiss'd me, I Grumbl'd,
But still he Kiss'd on,
Then rose and went from me as soon as he'd done.
 
The Justice then came, tho' grave was his look,
Seem'd to Wish I would Kiss him instead of the Book,
He whisper'd his Clark then, and leaving the place,
I was had to his Chamber to open my Case.
He prest me, I stumbl'd,
He push'd me, I Tumbl'd,
He Kiss'd me, I Grumbl'd,
But still he Kiss'd on,
Then rose and went from me as soon as he'd done.
 
I went to our Parson to make my Complaint,
He look'd like a Bacchus, but Preach'd like a Saint;
He said we shou'd soberly Nature refresh,
Then Nine times he Urg'd me to Humble the Flesh.
He prest me, I stumbl'd,
He Push'd me, I Tumbl'd
He Kiss'd me, I grumbl'd,
But still he Kiss'd on,
Then rose and went from me as soon as he'd done.
If he be not hamper'd for serving me so,
May I be worse Rumpl'd,
Worse Tumbl'd, and Jumbl'd,
Where ever, where ever I go.

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"A SOLDIER AND A SAILOR" 119
« A SOLDIER AND A SAILOR "
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), i. 227].
 
A Soldier and a Sailor, a Tinker and a Taylor,
Had once a doubtful Strife, Sir,
To make a Maid a Wife, Sir,
Whose Name was Buxome Joan,
Whose Name was Buxome Joan:
For now the time was ended,
When she no more intended
To lick her Lips at Man, Sir,
And gnaw the Sheets in vain, Sir,
And lie a Nights alone,
And lie a Nights alone.
 
The Soldier swore like Thunder,
He lov'd her more than Plunder;
And shew'd her many a Scar, Sir,
Which he had brought from far, Sir,
With fighting for her sake:
The Taylor thought to please her,
With offering her his Measure;
The Tinker too with Mettle,

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120 "A SOLDIER AND A SAILOR"
 
Said he wou'd mend her Kettle,
And stop up ev'ry Leak.
 
But while these three were prating,
The Sailor shly waiting;
Thought if it came about, Sir,
That they shou'd all fall out, Sir,
He then might play his part;
And just e'en as he meant, Sir,
To Loggerheads they went, Sir,
And then he let fly at her,
A Shot 'twixt Wind and Water,
Which won this fair Maids Heart.

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"A SHEPHERD KEPT SHEEP" 121
"A SHEPHERD KEPT SHEEP ON A
HILL SO HIGH"
 
[c. 1707]
 
[Words by Durfey ; music in Pills to Purge
Melancholy (1707), iii. 107; tune, Lane's
Maggot]."
 
A Shepherd kept Sheep on a Hill so high, fa, la,
la, &c.
And there came a pretty Maid passing by, fa,
la, &c.
Shepherd, quoth she, dost thou want e'er a Wife,
No by my troth I'm not weary of my Life, fa,
la, la, &c.
 
Shepherd for thee I care not a Fly, fa, la, la,
For thou'st not the Face with a fair Maid to lie,
fa, la,
How now my Damsel, say'st thou me so,
Thou shalt tast of my bottle before thou dost go,
fa, la.
 
Then he took her and laid her upon the Ground,
fa, la,

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122 "A SHEPHERD KEPT SHEEP"
 
And made her believe that the World went round,
fa, la,
Look yonder my Shepherd, look yonder I spy,
There are fine pretty Babies that dance in the
Sky, fa, la.
 
And now they are vanisht, and now they appear,
fa, la,
Sure they will tell Stories of what we do here,
fa, la, la,
Lie still my dear Chloris, enjoy thy Conceit,
For the Babes are too young and too little to
prate, fa, la, la.
 
See how the Heavens fly swifter than Day, fa,
la, la,
Rise quickly, or they will all run away, fa, la, la,
Rise quickly my Shepherd, quickly I tell ye,
For the Sun, Moon and Stars are got all in my
Belly, fa, la,
 
O dear, where am I? pray shew me the way,
fa, la, la,
Unto my Father's House hard by, fa, la, la,
If he chance to Chide me for staying so long,
I'll tell him the fumes of your Bottle were strong,
fa, la, la.
And now thou hast brought my Body to shame,
fa, la,

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"A SHEPHERD KEPT SHEEP" 123
 
I prithee now tell me what is thy Name, fa, la, la,
Why Robin in the Rushes my Name is, quoth he,
But I think I told her quite contrary, fa, la, la.
 
Then for Robin in the Rushes, she did enquire,
fa, la, la,
But he hung down his Head, and he would not
come nigh her, fa, la, la,
He wink'd with one Eye, as if he had been Blind,
And he drew one Leg after a great way behind,
fa, la, la.

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124 WOMAN WEARS THE BREECHES
THE WOMAN WEARS THE BREECHES
 
[c. 1707]
 
[From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1707), ii. 63; tune,
Chivy Ckace~\.
 
A Pox upon this cursed Life,
Where shall I make my moan?
For I am troubled with a Wife,
Like her there's few or none.
 
Like unto her there cannot be
Another such a one:
For when the Priest did Marry me,
Then my good Days were gone.
 
Therefore take heed good Neighbours all,
I wish you to beware,
For when my Wife doth Scold and Baul,
Then Skimington is there.
 
This sawcy Jack behind my Back,
And eke before my Face:
Maintains my Wife to Bait and Strife,
Which is a Woful