Chapter 9

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FICKLEBliss, fantastick Treasure,Love how soon, how soon,How soon thy Joys, are past?Since we soon must lose the Pleasure,Oh! 'twere better ne'er to tast:Gods! How sweet would be possessing,Did not Time its Charms destroy;Or could Lovers with the Blessing,Lose the Thoughts ofCupid'sJoy:Lose the Thoughts, the Thoughts,The Thoughts ofCupid'sJoy.Cruel Thoughts, that pain yet please me,Ah! no more my rest destroy;Shew me still if you would ease me,Love's Deceits, but not it's Joy:Gods what kind, yet cruel Powers,Force my Will to rack my Mind!Ah! too long we wait for Flowers,Too, too soon, to fade design'd.

FICKLEBliss, fantastick Treasure,

Love how soon, how soon,

How soon thy Joys, are past?

Since we soon must lose the Pleasure,

Oh! 'twere better ne'er to tast:

Gods! How sweet would be possessing,

Did not Time its Charms destroy;

Or could Lovers with the Blessing,

Lose the Thoughts ofCupid'sJoy:

Lose the Thoughts, the Thoughts,

The Thoughts ofCupid'sJoy.

Cruel Thoughts, that pain yet please me,Ah! no more my rest destroy;Shew me still if you would ease me,Love's Deceits, but not it's Joy:Gods what kind, yet cruel Powers,Force my Will to rack my Mind!Ah! too long we wait for Flowers,Too, too soon, to fade design'd.

Cruel Thoughts, that pain yet please me,

Ah! no more my rest destroy;

Shew me still if you would ease me,

Love's Deceits, but not it's Joy:

Gods what kind, yet cruel Powers,

Force my Will to rack my Mind!

Ah! too long we wait for Flowers,

Too, too soon, to fade design'd.

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THATscornfulSylvia'sChains I wear,The Groves and Streams can tell;Those blasted with my Sighs appear,These with my Tears my Tears, o're swell.But Sighs and Tears bring no redress,And Love that sees, that sees me grieve;Conspires withSylviato oppress,The Heart he should relieve.The God that should reward my Pain,MakesSylviamore my Foe:As She encreases in Disdain,He makes my Passion grow:And must I, must I still admire,Those Eyes that cause my Grief?'Tis just, since I my self conspireAgainst my own Relief.

THATscornfulSylvia'sChains I wear,

The Groves and Streams can tell;

Those blasted with my Sighs appear,

These with my Tears my Tears, o're swell.

But Sighs and Tears bring no redress,

And Love that sees, that sees me grieve;

Conspires withSylviato oppress,

The Heart he should relieve.

The God that should reward my Pain,MakesSylviamore my Foe:As She encreases in Disdain,He makes my Passion grow:And must I, must I still admire,Those Eyes that cause my Grief?'Tis just, since I my self conspireAgainst my own Relief.

The God that should reward my Pain,

MakesSylviamore my Foe:

As She encreases in Disdain,

He makes my Passion grow:

And must I, must I still admire,

Those Eyes that cause my Grief?

'Tis just, since I my self conspire

Against my own Relief.

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ALLown the YoungSylviais fatally Fair;All own the YoungSylviais pretty;Confess her good Nature, and easie soft Air,Nay more, that's She's wanton and witty.Yet all the keen Arrows atDamonstill cast,Cou'd never, cou'd never, his quiet destroy,'Till the cunningCoquett, shot me flying at last;By a Jene say, Jene say, quoy,By a Jene say, Jene say, quoy.So tho' the youngSylviawere not very Fair,Tho' she were but indifferently pretty;Much wantingAurelia's, orCælia'ssoft Air,But not the dull sence of the City:Yet still the dear Creature wou'd please without doubt,And give me abundance of Joy;Since all that is missing is plainly made out,By a Jene say, Jene say quoy.

ALLown the YoungSylviais fatally Fair;

All own the YoungSylviais pretty;

Confess her good Nature, and easie soft Air,

Nay more, that's She's wanton and witty.

Yet all the keen Arrows atDamonstill cast,

Cou'd never, cou'd never, his quiet destroy,

'Till the cunningCoquett, shot me flying at last;

By a Jene say, Jene say, quoy,

By a Jene say, Jene say, quoy.

So tho' the youngSylviawere not very Fair,Tho' she were but indifferently pretty;Much wantingAurelia's, orCælia'ssoft Air,But not the dull sence of the City:Yet still the dear Creature wou'd please without doubt,And give me abundance of Joy;Since all that is missing is plainly made out,By a Jene say, Jene say quoy.

So tho' the youngSylviawere not very Fair,

Tho' she were but indifferently pretty;

Much wantingAurelia's, orCælia'ssoft Air,

But not the dull sence of the City:

Yet still the dear Creature wou'd please without doubt,

And give me abundance of Joy;

Since all that is missing is plainly made out,

By a Jene say, Jene say quoy.

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ASwain in despair,Cryed Women ne'er trust,Alass they are allUnkind or unjust.A Nymph who was by,Soon thus did reply;The Men we all findMore false and unkind.Except me he cryed,And me She replyed,Then try me said he,I dare not said she:The Swain did pursue,Each alter'd their Mind:She vow'd He was true,He swore She was kind.

ASwain in despair,Cryed Women ne'er trust,Alass they are allUnkind or unjust.A Nymph who was by,Soon thus did reply;The Men we all findMore false and unkind.

ASwain in despair,

Cryed Women ne'er trust,

Alass they are all

Unkind or unjust.

A Nymph who was by,

Soon thus did reply;

The Men we all find

More false and unkind.

Except me he cryed,And me She replyed,Then try me said he,I dare not said she:The Swain did pursue,Each alter'd their Mind:She vow'd He was true,He swore She was kind.

Except me he cryed,

And me She replyed,

Then try me said he,

I dare not said she:

The Swain did pursue,

Each alter'd their Mind:

She vow'd He was true,

He swore She was kind.

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WO'as me poor Lass! what mun I do?Gin I did my bonnySawneyslight,He now gangs a blither Lass to woo,And I alene poor Lass ligs ev'ry Night.Curse on Fickleness and Pride,By which we silly Women are undone:What mySawneybegg'd and I deny'dAlass! I long to grant, but now he's gone.When he was kind I made a Strife,Yet I then deny'd with mickle Woe;For he su'd as gin, he begg'd for Life,And almost dy'd poor Lad! when I said no:Well I keen'd, he woo'd to wed,Yet fear'd to own, I lov'd the canny Loon;Ah would he have stay'd he might have sped,Waa's me! why would mySawneygang so soon.

WO'as me poor Lass! what mun I do?

Gin I did my bonnySawneyslight,

He now gangs a blither Lass to woo,

And I alene poor Lass ligs ev'ry Night.

Curse on Fickleness and Pride,

By which we silly Women are undone:

What mySawneybegg'd and I deny'd

Alass! I long to grant, but now he's gone.

When he was kind I made a Strife,Yet I then deny'd with mickle Woe;For he su'd as gin, he begg'd for Life,And almost dy'd poor Lad! when I said no:Well I keen'd, he woo'd to wed,Yet fear'd to own, I lov'd the canny Loon;Ah would he have stay'd he might have sped,Waa's me! why would mySawneygang so soon.

When he was kind I made a Strife,

Yet I then deny'd with mickle Woe;

For he su'd as gin, he begg'd for Life,

And almost dy'd poor Lad! when I said no:

Well I keen'd, he woo'd to wed,

Yet fear'd to own, I lov'd the canny Loon;

Ah would he have stay'd he might have sped,

Waa's me! why would mySawneygang so soon.

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RICHESTGift of lavish Nature,Matchless darling of my Heart;Ah! too dear, too charming Creature,You on Earth a Heav'n impart.Rapt in Pleasure past expressing,I with Bliss almost expire;Cou'd we still be thus possessing,God's who would your State desire.Kindling Glances quickning Kisses,That like Time so soon are past;Crowding Joys to eager Blisses,Still renewing may you last:Nor by a fantastick Fashion,Being lawful please the less;But may I indulge my Passion,Blest in none but her I bless.

RICHESTGift of lavish Nature,

Matchless darling of my Heart;

Ah! too dear, too charming Creature,

You on Earth a Heav'n impart.

Rapt in Pleasure past expressing,

I with Bliss almost expire;

Cou'd we still be thus possessing,

God's who would your State desire.

Kindling Glances quickning Kisses,That like Time so soon are past;Crowding Joys to eager Blisses,Still renewing may you last:Nor by a fantastick Fashion,Being lawful please the less;But may I indulge my Passion,Blest in none but her I bless.

Kindling Glances quickning Kisses,

That like Time so soon are past;

Crowding Joys to eager Blisses,

Still renewing may you last:

Nor by a fantastick Fashion,

Being lawful please the less;

But may I indulge my Passion,

Blest in none but her I bless.

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TOMTinker's my true love, and I am his Dear,And I will go with him his Budget to bear;For of all the young Men he has the best luck,All the Day he will Fuddle, at Night he will ——This way, that way, which way you will,I am sure I say nothing that you can take Ill.With Hammer on Kettle he tabbers all Day,At Night he will tumble on Strumil or Hay;He calls me his Jewel, his delicate Duck,And then he will take up my Smicket to ——This way, &c.Tom TinkerI say was a Jolly stout Lad,He tickled youngNancyand made her stark mad;To have a new Rubbers with him on the Grass,By reason she knew that he had a good ——This way, &c.There was an old Woman on Crutches she came,To lustyTom Tinker,Tom Tinkerby Name;And tho' she was Aged near threescore and five,She kickt up her Heels and resolved to ——This way, &c.A beautiful Damsel came out of the West,And she was as Jolly and brisk as the best;She'd Dance and she'd caper as wild as a Buck,And toldTomtheTinker, she would have some ——This way, &c.A Lady she call'd him her Kettle to mend,And she resolved her self to attend;Now as he stood stooping and mending the Brass,His Breeches was torn and down hung his ——This way, &c.Something she saw that pleased her well,She call'd in theTinkerand gave him a spell;With Pig, Goose and Capon, and good store of suck,That he might be willing to give her some ——This way, &c.He had such a Trade that he turn'd me away,Yet as I was going he caus'd me to stay;So as towards him I was going to pass,He gave me a slap in the Face with his ——This way, &c.I thought in my Heart he had struck off my Nose,I gave him as good as he brought I suppose;My Words they were ready and wonderful blunt,Quoth I, I had rather been stobb'd in my ——This way, &c.I met with a Butcher a killing a Calf,I then stepp'd to him and cryed out half:At his first denial I fell very sick,And he said it was all for a touch of his ——This way, &c.I met with a Fencer a going to School,I told him at Fencing he was but a Fool;He had but three Rapiers and they were all blunt,And told him he should no more play at my ——This way, &c.I met with a Barber with Razor and Balls,He fligger'd and told me for all my brave alls;He would have a stroke, and his words they were blunt,I could not deny him the use of my ——This way, &c.I met with a Fidler a Fidling aloud,He told me he had lost the Case of his Croud;I being good natur'd as I was wont,Told him he should make a Case of my ——This way, and that way, and which way you can,For the Fairest of Women will lye with a Man.

TOMTinker's my true love, and I am his Dear,

And I will go with him his Budget to bear;

For of all the young Men he has the best luck,

All the Day he will Fuddle, at Night he will ——

This way, that way, which way you will,

I am sure I say nothing that you can take Ill.

With Hammer on Kettle he tabbers all Day,At Night he will tumble on Strumil or Hay;He calls me his Jewel, his delicate Duck,And then he will take up my Smicket to ——This way, &c.

With Hammer on Kettle he tabbers all Day,

At Night he will tumble on Strumil or Hay;

He calls me his Jewel, his delicate Duck,

And then he will take up my Smicket to ——

This way, &c.

Tom TinkerI say was a Jolly stout Lad,He tickled youngNancyand made her stark mad;To have a new Rubbers with him on the Grass,By reason she knew that he had a good ——This way, &c.

Tom TinkerI say was a Jolly stout Lad,

He tickled youngNancyand made her stark mad;

To have a new Rubbers with him on the Grass,

By reason she knew that he had a good ——

This way, &c.

There was an old Woman on Crutches she came,To lustyTom Tinker,Tom Tinkerby Name;And tho' she was Aged near threescore and five,She kickt up her Heels and resolved to ——This way, &c.

There was an old Woman on Crutches she came,

To lustyTom Tinker,Tom Tinkerby Name;

And tho' she was Aged near threescore and five,

She kickt up her Heels and resolved to ——

This way, &c.

A beautiful Damsel came out of the West,And she was as Jolly and brisk as the best;She'd Dance and she'd caper as wild as a Buck,And toldTomtheTinker, she would have some ——This way, &c.

A beautiful Damsel came out of the West,

And she was as Jolly and brisk as the best;

She'd Dance and she'd caper as wild as a Buck,

And toldTomtheTinker, she would have some ——

This way, &c.

A Lady she call'd him her Kettle to mend,And she resolved her self to attend;Now as he stood stooping and mending the Brass,His Breeches was torn and down hung his ——This way, &c.

A Lady she call'd him her Kettle to mend,

And she resolved her self to attend;

Now as he stood stooping and mending the Brass,

His Breeches was torn and down hung his ——

This way, &c.

Something she saw that pleased her well,She call'd in theTinkerand gave him a spell;With Pig, Goose and Capon, and good store of suck,That he might be willing to give her some ——This way, &c.

Something she saw that pleased her well,

She call'd in theTinkerand gave him a spell;

With Pig, Goose and Capon, and good store of suck,

That he might be willing to give her some ——

This way, &c.

He had such a Trade that he turn'd me away,Yet as I was going he caus'd me to stay;So as towards him I was going to pass,He gave me a slap in the Face with his ——This way, &c.

He had such a Trade that he turn'd me away,

Yet as I was going he caus'd me to stay;

So as towards him I was going to pass,

He gave me a slap in the Face with his ——

This way, &c.

I thought in my Heart he had struck off my Nose,I gave him as good as he brought I suppose;My Words they were ready and wonderful blunt,Quoth I, I had rather been stobb'd in my ——This way, &c.

I thought in my Heart he had struck off my Nose,

I gave him as good as he brought I suppose;

My Words they were ready and wonderful blunt,

Quoth I, I had rather been stobb'd in my ——

This way, &c.

I met with a Butcher a killing a Calf,I then stepp'd to him and cryed out half:At his first denial I fell very sick,And he said it was all for a touch of his ——This way, &c.

I met with a Butcher a killing a Calf,

I then stepp'd to him and cryed out half:

At his first denial I fell very sick,

And he said it was all for a touch of his ——

This way, &c.

I met with a Fencer a going to School,I told him at Fencing he was but a Fool;He had but three Rapiers and they were all blunt,And told him he should no more play at my ——This way, &c.

I met with a Fencer a going to School,

I told him at Fencing he was but a Fool;

He had but three Rapiers and they were all blunt,

And told him he should no more play at my ——

This way, &c.

I met with a Barber with Razor and Balls,He fligger'd and told me for all my brave alls;He would have a stroke, and his words they were blunt,I could not deny him the use of my ——This way, &c.

I met with a Barber with Razor and Balls,

He fligger'd and told me for all my brave alls;

He would have a stroke, and his words they were blunt,

I could not deny him the use of my ——

This way, &c.

I met with a Fidler a Fidling aloud,He told me he had lost the Case of his Croud;I being good natur'd as I was wont,Told him he should make a Case of my ——This way, and that way, and which way you can,For the Fairest of Women will lye with a Man.

I met with a Fidler a Fidling aloud,

He told me he had lost the Case of his Croud;

I being good natur'd as I was wont,

Told him he should make a Case of my ——

This way, and that way, and which way you can,

For the Fairest of Women will lye with a Man.

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WHENon her Eyes,When on her Eyes,My happy Stars I gaze,A strange Commotion seizes every part.Fain would I speak, fain would I speak,The cause of my Disease;But fear to tell the Story of my Heart.Her look severe,Her look severe,Yet O endearing awes,Yet O endearing awes,The Women's Envy,The Women's Envy,But Mankind's applause,But Mankind's applause.

WHENon her Eyes,

When on her Eyes,

My happy Stars I gaze,

A strange Commotion seizes every part.

Fain would I speak, fain would I speak,

The cause of my Disease;

But fear to tell the Story of my Heart.

Her look severe,

Yet O endearing awes,

The Women's Envy,

But Mankind's applause,

But Mankind's applause.

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POORSawneyhad marry'd a Wife,And he knew not what to do with her;For she'd eat more Barly-bread,Then he knew how to give her:We'll all sup together, we'll all sup,&c.We'll make no more Beds than one,'TillJovesends warmer Weather.We'll all lig together, we'll all lig together,We'll make no more Beds than one,'TillJovesends warmer Weather.We'll put the Sheep's-head in the Pot,The Wool and the Horns together;And we will make Broth of that,And we'll all sup together,We'll all sup together, we'll all sup together,We'll make no more Beds than one,'TillJovesends warmer Weather,We'll all lig together,&c.The Wool shall thicken the Broth,The Horns shall serve for Bread,By this you may understand,The Virtue that's in a Sheep's-head:And we'll all sup together, we'll all sup together,We'll make no more Beds than one,'TillJovesends warmer Weather,And we'll all lig together,&c.Some shall lig at the Head,And some shall lig at the Feet,MissCuddywou'd lig in the middle,Because she'd have all the Sheet:We'll all lig together, we'll all lig together,We'll make no more Beds than one,'TillJovesends warmer Weather,And we'll all lig together,&c.MissCuddygot up in the Loft,AndSawneywou'd fain have been at her,MissCuddyfell down in her Smock,And made the glass Windows to clatter:We'll all lig together, we'll all lig together,We'll make no more Beds than one,'TillJovesends warmer Weather,We'll all lig together,&c.The Bride she went to Bed,The Bridegroom followed after,The Fidler crepp'd in at the Feet,And they all lig'd together,We'll all lig together,&c.

POORSawneyhad marry'd a Wife,

And he knew not what to do with her;

For she'd eat more Barly-bread,

Then he knew how to give her:

We'll all sup together, we'll all sup,&c.

We'll make no more Beds than one,

'TillJovesends warmer Weather.

We'll all lig together, we'll all lig together,

We'll make no more Beds than one,

'TillJovesends warmer Weather.

We'll put the Sheep's-head in the Pot,The Wool and the Horns together;And we will make Broth of that,And we'll all sup together,We'll all sup together, we'll all sup together,We'll make no more Beds than one,'TillJovesends warmer Weather,We'll all lig together,&c.

We'll put the Sheep's-head in the Pot,

The Wool and the Horns together;

And we will make Broth of that,

And we'll all sup together,

We'll all sup together, we'll all sup together,

We'll make no more Beds than one,

'TillJovesends warmer Weather,

We'll all lig together,&c.

The Wool shall thicken the Broth,The Horns shall serve for Bread,By this you may understand,The Virtue that's in a Sheep's-head:And we'll all sup together, we'll all sup together,We'll make no more Beds than one,'TillJovesends warmer Weather,And we'll all lig together,&c.

The Wool shall thicken the Broth,

The Horns shall serve for Bread,

By this you may understand,

The Virtue that's in a Sheep's-head:

And we'll all sup together, we'll all sup together,

We'll make no more Beds than one,

'TillJovesends warmer Weather,

And we'll all lig together,&c.

Some shall lig at the Head,And some shall lig at the Feet,MissCuddywou'd lig in the middle,Because she'd have all the Sheet:We'll all lig together, we'll all lig together,We'll make no more Beds than one,'TillJovesends warmer Weather,And we'll all lig together,&c.

Some shall lig at the Head,

And some shall lig at the Feet,

MissCuddywou'd lig in the middle,

Because she'd have all the Sheet:

We'll all lig together, we'll all lig together,

We'll make no more Beds than one,

'TillJovesends warmer Weather,

And we'll all lig together,&c.

MissCuddygot up in the Loft,AndSawneywou'd fain have been at her,MissCuddyfell down in her Smock,And made the glass Windows to clatter:We'll all lig together, we'll all lig together,We'll make no more Beds than one,'TillJovesends warmer Weather,We'll all lig together,&c.

MissCuddygot up in the Loft,

AndSawneywou'd fain have been at her,

MissCuddyfell down in her Smock,

And made the glass Windows to clatter:

We'll all lig together, we'll all lig together,

We'll make no more Beds than one,

'TillJovesends warmer Weather,

We'll all lig together,&c.

The Bride she went to Bed,The Bridegroom followed after,The Fidler crepp'd in at the Feet,And they all lig'd together,We'll all lig together,&c.

The Bride she went to Bed,

The Bridegroom followed after,

The Fidler crepp'd in at the Feet,

And they all lig'd together,

We'll all lig together,&c.

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BENEATHa cool ShadeAmarylliswas sate,Complaining of Love and bemoaning her Fate;Ah! she cry'd, why must Maids be so formal and Coy,To deny what they think is their only true Joy?And Custom impose on us so much ado,When our Hearts are on fire, and Love bids us fall too;And Custom impose on us so much ado,When our hearts are on fire, and Love bids us fall too.YoungStrephonwas near her, and heard the Complaint,He easily guest what the Damsel did want;He rush'd in upon her, in Kisses reply'd,Caught her fast in his Arms, she faintly deny'd:What they did without study, we soon may divine,'TwasStrephon'sLuck then, the next Minute be mine.

BENEATHa cool ShadeAmarylliswas sate,

Complaining of Love and bemoaning her Fate;

Ah! she cry'd, why must Maids be so formal and Coy,

To deny what they think is their only true Joy?

And Custom impose on us so much ado,

When our Hearts are on fire, and Love bids us fall too;

And Custom impose on us so much ado,

When our hearts are on fire, and Love bids us fall too.

YoungStrephonwas near her, and heard the Complaint,He easily guest what the Damsel did want;He rush'd in upon her, in Kisses reply'd,Caught her fast in his Arms, she faintly deny'd:What they did without study, we soon may divine,'TwasStrephon'sLuck then, the next Minute be mine.

YoungStrephonwas near her, and heard the Complaint,

He easily guest what the Damsel did want;

He rush'd in upon her, in Kisses reply'd,

Caught her fast in his Arms, she faintly deny'd:

What they did without study, we soon may divine,

'TwasStrephon'sLuck then, the next Minute be mine.

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WITHsighing and wishing, and Green-sickness Diet,With nothing of Pleasure, and little of Quiet;With a Granum's Inspection, and Doctor's Direction,But not the Specifick, that suits my Complexion:The Flower of my Age is full blown in my Face,Yet no Man considers, yet no Man considersMy comfortless Case.Young Women were valued, as I have been told,In the late times of Peace, above Mountains of Gold;But now there is Fighting, we are nothing but sliting,Few Gallants in Conjugal Matters delighting:'Tis a shame that Mankind, should love killing and slayingAnd mind not supplying the stock that's decaying.UnluckyClarinda, to love in a Season,WhenMarshas forgotten to doVenusReason;Had I any Hand in Rule and Command,I'd certainly make it a Law of the Land:That killers of Men, to replenish the Store,Be bound to the Wedlock, and made to get more.Enacted moreover for better dispatch,That where a good Captain meets with an o'ermatch,His honest Lieutenant with Soldier-like Grace,Shall relieve him on Duty, and serve in his Place:Thus killers and slayers of able good Men,Without beat of Drum may recruit 'em agen.

WITHsighing and wishing, and Green-sickness Diet,

With nothing of Pleasure, and little of Quiet;

With a Granum's Inspection, and Doctor's Direction,

But not the Specifick, that suits my Complexion:

The Flower of my Age is full blown in my Face,

Yet no Man considers, yet no Man considers

My comfortless Case.

Young Women were valued, as I have been told,In the late times of Peace, above Mountains of Gold;But now there is Fighting, we are nothing but sliting,Few Gallants in Conjugal Matters delighting:'Tis a shame that Mankind, should love killing and slayingAnd mind not supplying the stock that's decaying.

Young Women were valued, as I have been told,

In the late times of Peace, above Mountains of Gold;

But now there is Fighting, we are nothing but sliting,

Few Gallants in Conjugal Matters delighting:

'Tis a shame that Mankind, should love killing and slaying

And mind not supplying the stock that's decaying.

UnluckyClarinda, to love in a Season,WhenMarshas forgotten to doVenusReason;Had I any Hand in Rule and Command,I'd certainly make it a Law of the Land:That killers of Men, to replenish the Store,Be bound to the Wedlock, and made to get more.

UnluckyClarinda, to love in a Season,

WhenMarshas forgotten to doVenusReason;

Had I any Hand in Rule and Command,

I'd certainly make it a Law of the Land:

That killers of Men, to replenish the Store,

Be bound to the Wedlock, and made to get more.

Enacted moreover for better dispatch,That where a good Captain meets with an o'ermatch,His honest Lieutenant with Soldier-like Grace,Shall relieve him on Duty, and serve in his Place:Thus killers and slayers of able good Men,Without beat of Drum may recruit 'em agen.

Enacted moreover for better dispatch,

That where a good Captain meets with an o'ermatch,

His honest Lieutenant with Soldier-like Grace,

Shall relieve him on Duty, and serve in his Place:

Thus killers and slayers of able good Men,

Without beat of Drum may recruit 'em agen.

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TOyou fair Ladies now at Land,We Men at Sea indite;But first wou'd have you understand,How hard it is to write:The Muses now, andNeptunetoo,We must implore to write to you;With a Fa la, la, la, la,The Muses now,&c.But tho' the Muses should be kind,And fill our empty Brain;Yet if roughNeptunecause the Wind,To rouse theAzureMain:Our Paper, Pens, and Ink and we,Rowl up and down our Ships at Sea,With a Fa la, &c.Then if we write not by each Post,Think not that we're unkind;Nor yet conclude that we are lost,ByDutch, byFrench, or Wind,Our grief will find a speedier way,The Tide shall bring them twice a day,With a Fa la, &c.The King with wonder and surprize,Will think the Seas grown bold;For that the Tide does higher rise,Then e'er it did of old:But let him know that 'tis our Tears,Sends floods of Grief toWhite-HallStairs,With a Fa la, &c.Shou'd CountThoulousebut come to know,Our sad and dismal Story;TheFrenchwou'd scorn so weak a Foe,Where they can get no Glory:For what resistance can they find,From Men as left their Hearts behind,With a Fa la, &c.To pass our tedious time away,We throw the merry Main;Or else at seriousOmbraplay,But why shou'd we in vain,Each others ruin thus pursue,We were undone when we left you,With a Fa la, &c.When any mournful Tune you hear,That dyes in e'ery Note;As if it sigh'd for each Man's care,For being so remote:Think then how often Love we've made,To you while all those Tunes were play'd,With a Fa la., &c.Let Wind and Weather do its worst,Be you to us but kind;LetFrench-menVapour,Dutch-menCurse,No Sorrows we shall find:'Tis then no matter how things go,Nor who's our Friend, nor who our Foe,With a Fa la., &c.Thus having told you all our Loves,And likewise all our Fears;In hopes this Declaration moves,Some Pity to our Tears:Let's hear of no Inconstancy,We have too much of that at Sea,With a Fa, la, la, la, la.

TOyou fair Ladies now at Land,

We Men at Sea indite;

But first wou'd have you understand,

How hard it is to write:

The Muses now, andNeptunetoo,

We must implore to write to you;

With a Fa la, la, la, la,

The Muses now,&c.

But tho' the Muses should be kind,And fill our empty Brain;Yet if roughNeptunecause the Wind,To rouse theAzureMain:Our Paper, Pens, and Ink and we,Rowl up and down our Ships at Sea,With a Fa la, &c.

But tho' the Muses should be kind,

And fill our empty Brain;

Yet if roughNeptunecause the Wind,

To rouse theAzureMain:

Our Paper, Pens, and Ink and we,

Rowl up and down our Ships at Sea,

With a Fa la, &c.

Then if we write not by each Post,Think not that we're unkind;Nor yet conclude that we are lost,ByDutch, byFrench, or Wind,Our grief will find a speedier way,The Tide shall bring them twice a day,With a Fa la, &c.

Then if we write not by each Post,

Think not that we're unkind;

Nor yet conclude that we are lost,

ByDutch, byFrench, or Wind,

Our grief will find a speedier way,

The Tide shall bring them twice a day,

With a Fa la, &c.

The King with wonder and surprize,Will think the Seas grown bold;For that the Tide does higher rise,Then e'er it did of old:But let him know that 'tis our Tears,Sends floods of Grief toWhite-HallStairs,With a Fa la, &c.

The King with wonder and surprize,

Will think the Seas grown bold;

For that the Tide does higher rise,

Then e'er it did of old:

But let him know that 'tis our Tears,

Sends floods of Grief toWhite-HallStairs,

With a Fa la, &c.

Shou'd CountThoulousebut come to know,Our sad and dismal Story;TheFrenchwou'd scorn so weak a Foe,Where they can get no Glory:For what resistance can they find,From Men as left their Hearts behind,With a Fa la, &c.

Shou'd CountThoulousebut come to know,

Our sad and dismal Story;

TheFrenchwou'd scorn so weak a Foe,

Where they can get no Glory:

For what resistance can they find,

From Men as left their Hearts behind,

With a Fa la, &c.

To pass our tedious time away,We throw the merry Main;Or else at seriousOmbraplay,But why shou'd we in vain,Each others ruin thus pursue,We were undone when we left you,With a Fa la, &c.

To pass our tedious time away,

We throw the merry Main;

Or else at seriousOmbraplay,

But why shou'd we in vain,

Each others ruin thus pursue,

We were undone when we left you,

With a Fa la, &c.

When any mournful Tune you hear,That dyes in e'ery Note;As if it sigh'd for each Man's care,For being so remote:Think then how often Love we've made,To you while all those Tunes were play'd,With a Fa la., &c.

When any mournful Tune you hear,

That dyes in e'ery Note;

As if it sigh'd for each Man's care,

For being so remote:

Think then how often Love we've made,

To you while all those Tunes were play'd,

With a Fa la., &c.

Let Wind and Weather do its worst,Be you to us but kind;LetFrench-menVapour,Dutch-menCurse,No Sorrows we shall find:'Tis then no matter how things go,Nor who's our Friend, nor who our Foe,With a Fa la., &c.

Let Wind and Weather do its worst,

Be you to us but kind;

LetFrench-menVapour,Dutch-menCurse,

No Sorrows we shall find:

'Tis then no matter how things go,

Nor who's our Friend, nor who our Foe,

With a Fa la., &c.

Thus having told you all our Loves,And likewise all our Fears;In hopes this Declaration moves,Some Pity to our Tears:Let's hear of no Inconstancy,We have too much of that at Sea,With a Fa, la, la, la, la.

Thus having told you all our Loves,

And likewise all our Fears;

In hopes this Declaration moves,

Some Pity to our Tears:

Let's hear of no Inconstancy,

We have too much of that at Sea,

With a Fa, la, la, la, la.

fancy rule

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ASI came down the hey Land Town,There was Lasses many,Sat in a Rank, on either Bank,And ene more gay than any;Ise leekt about for ene kind Face,And Ise spy'dWilly Scroggy;Ise spir'd of him what was her Name,And he caw'd herKathern Loggy.A sprightly bonny Gurl sha was,And made my Heart to riseJoe;Sha was so fair sa blith a Lass,And Love was in her Eyes so:Ise walkt about like ene possest,And quite forgot poorMoggy;For nothing now could give me rest,But bonnyKathern Loggy.My prattyKatythen quoth I,And many a Sigh I gave her;Let not a Leard forKatydie,But take him to great Favour:Sha laught aloud, and sa did aw,And bad me hemward to ge;And still cry'd out awaw, awaw,Fro bonnyKathern Loggy.A Fardel farther I would see,And some began to muse me;The Lasses they sat wittally,And the Lads began to Rooze me:The Blades with Beaus came down she knows,Like ring Rooks froStrecy Boggy;And four and twantyHighlandLads,Were followingKathern Loggy.When I did ken this muckle Trame,And every ene did know her;I spir'd ofWillywhat they mean,Quo he they aw do Mow her:There's ne'er a Lass in awScotland,FromDundeetoStrecy Boggy;That has her Fort so bravely Mann'd,As bonnyKathern Loggy.At first indeed I needs must tell,Ise could not well believe it;But when Ise saw how fow they fell,Ise could not but conceive it.There was ne'er a Lad of any note,Or any deaf young Roguey;But he did lift the welly Coat,Of bonnyKathern Loggy.Had I kenn'd on Kittleness,As I came o'er the MooreJoe;Ise had n'er ban as Ise ha dun,Nor e'er out-stankt my seln so:For I was then so stankt with stint,I spurr'd my aw'd NaggFogey;And had I kenn'd sha had been a Whore,I had ne'er Lov'dKathern Loggy.

ASI came down the hey Land Town,

There was Lasses many,

Sat in a Rank, on either Bank,

And ene more gay than any;

Ise leekt about for ene kind Face,

And Ise spy'dWilly Scroggy;

Ise spir'd of him what was her Name,

And he caw'd herKathern Loggy.

A sprightly bonny Gurl sha was,And made my Heart to riseJoe;Sha was so fair sa blith a Lass,And Love was in her Eyes so:Ise walkt about like ene possest,And quite forgot poorMoggy;For nothing now could give me rest,But bonnyKathern Loggy.

A sprightly bonny Gurl sha was,

And made my Heart to riseJoe;

Sha was so fair sa blith a Lass,

And Love was in her Eyes so:

Ise walkt about like ene possest,

And quite forgot poorMoggy;

For nothing now could give me rest,

But bonnyKathern Loggy.

My prattyKatythen quoth I,And many a Sigh I gave her;Let not a Leard forKatydie,But take him to great Favour:Sha laught aloud, and sa did aw,And bad me hemward to ge;And still cry'd out awaw, awaw,Fro bonnyKathern Loggy.

My prattyKatythen quoth I,

And many a Sigh I gave her;

Let not a Leard forKatydie,

But take him to great Favour:

Sha laught aloud, and sa did aw,

And bad me hemward to ge;

And still cry'd out awaw, awaw,

Fro bonnyKathern Loggy.

A Fardel farther I would see,And some began to muse me;The Lasses they sat wittally,And the Lads began to Rooze me:The Blades with Beaus came down she knows,Like ring Rooks froStrecy Boggy;And four and twantyHighlandLads,Were followingKathern Loggy.

A Fardel farther I would see,

And some began to muse me;

The Lasses they sat wittally,

And the Lads began to Rooze me:

The Blades with Beaus came down she knows,

Like ring Rooks froStrecy Boggy;

And four and twantyHighlandLads,

Were followingKathern Loggy.

When I did ken this muckle Trame,And every ene did know her;I spir'd ofWillywhat they mean,Quo he they aw do Mow her:There's ne'er a Lass in awScotland,FromDundeetoStrecy Boggy;That has her Fort so bravely Mann'd,As bonnyKathern Loggy.

When I did ken this muckle Trame,

And every ene did know her;

I spir'd ofWillywhat they mean,

Quo he they aw do Mow her:

There's ne'er a Lass in awScotland,

FromDundeetoStrecy Boggy;

That has her Fort so bravely Mann'd,

As bonnyKathern Loggy.

At first indeed I needs must tell,Ise could not well believe it;But when Ise saw how fow they fell,Ise could not but conceive it.There was ne'er a Lad of any note,Or any deaf young Roguey;But he did lift the welly Coat,Of bonnyKathern Loggy.

At first indeed I needs must tell,

Ise could not well believe it;

But when Ise saw how fow they fell,

Ise could not but conceive it.

There was ne'er a Lad of any note,

Or any deaf young Roguey;

But he did lift the welly Coat,

Of bonnyKathern Loggy.

Had I kenn'd on Kittleness,As I came o'er the MooreJoe;Ise had n'er ban as Ise ha dun,Nor e'er out-stankt my seln so:For I was then so stankt with stint,I spurr'd my aw'd NaggFogey;And had I kenn'd sha had been a Whore,I had ne'er Lov'dKathern Loggy.

Had I kenn'd on Kittleness,

As I came o'er the MooreJoe;

Ise had n'er ban as Ise ha dun,

Nor e'er out-stankt my seln so:

For I was then so stankt with stint,

I spurr'd my aw'd NaggFogey;

And had I kenn'd sha had been a Whore,

I had ne'er Lov'dKathern Loggy.

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DEARCatholickbrother are you come from the Wars,So lame of your foots and your Face full of Scars;To see your poorShelawho with great grief was fill'd,For you my dear Joy when I think you were kill'd.With a Fa la, la.O my shoul my dearShela, I'm glad you see me,For if I were dead now, I could not see thee;The Cuts in my Body, and the Scars in my Face,I got them in Fighting for Her Majesty's Grace.But oh my dearSheladost thou now love me,So well as you did, e're I went to the Sea;ByCri——and St.Pa——my dear Joy I do,And we shall be Married to morrow Just now.I'll make a Cabin for my dearest to keep off the Cold,And I have a Guinea of yellow red Gold;To make Three halfs of it I think will be best,Give Two to myShelaand the Tird to thePriest.OldPhilemymy Father was full Fourscore Years old,And tho' he be dead he'll be glad to be told;That we Two are Married, my dear spare no cost,But send him some Letter, upon the last Post.

DEARCatholickbrother are you come from the Wars,

So lame of your foots and your Face full of Scars;

To see your poorShelawho with great grief was fill'd,

For you my dear Joy when I think you were kill'd.

With a Fa la, la.

O my shoul my dearShela, I'm glad you see me,For if I were dead now, I could not see thee;The Cuts in my Body, and the Scars in my Face,I got them in Fighting for Her Majesty's Grace.

O my shoul my dearShela, I'm glad you see me,

For if I were dead now, I could not see thee;

The Cuts in my Body, and the Scars in my Face,

I got them in Fighting for Her Majesty's Grace.

But oh my dearSheladost thou now love me,So well as you did, e're I went to the Sea;ByCri——and St.Pa——my dear Joy I do,And we shall be Married to morrow Just now.

But oh my dearSheladost thou now love me,

So well as you did, e're I went to the Sea;

ByCri——and St.Pa——my dear Joy I do,

And we shall be Married to morrow Just now.

I'll make a Cabin for my dearest to keep off the Cold,And I have a Guinea of yellow red Gold;To make Three halfs of it I think will be best,Give Two to myShelaand the Tird to thePriest.

I'll make a Cabin for my dearest to keep off the Cold,

And I have a Guinea of yellow red Gold;

To make Three halfs of it I think will be best,

Give Two to myShelaand the Tird to thePriest.

OldPhilemymy Father was full Fourscore Years old,And tho' he be dead he'll be glad to be told;That we Two are Married, my dear spare no cost,But send him some Letter, upon the last Post.

OldPhilemymy Father was full Fourscore Years old,

And tho' he be dead he'll be glad to be told;

That we Two are Married, my dear spare no cost,

But send him some Letter, upon the last Post.

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DEARMother I am Transported,To think of the boon Comrades;They say we shall all be Courted,Kind Widows as well as maids,Oh! this will be joyful News:We'll dress up our Houses with Holly,We'll broach a Tub of humming Bub,To treat those that come with a rub a dub dub,For dear Mother they'll make us Jolly.Dear Mother to see them mounted,'Twou'd tickle your Heart with Joy;By me they all shall be counted,Heroical Sons ofTroy:The Bells in the Steeples shall ring,We'll stick all our Houses with Holly,We'll broach a Tub of humming Bub,To treat those that comes with a rub a dub dub,For dear Mother they'll make us Jolly.I'll dress me as fine as a Lady,Against they come into the Town;My Ribbonds are all bought ready,My Furbelow-Scarf and Gown;To pleasure the Warlike Boys,We'll dress up our Houses, &c.They are delicate brisk and Brawny,Troth neither too lean nor fat;No matter for being Tawny,They're never the worse for that;We'll give them a welcome Home,And dress up our Houses, &c.They come from the Field of Battle,To quarter in Ladies Arms;'Tis pretty to hear them Prattle,And tell of their loud Alarms:We'll Crown them with Garlands gay,And dress up our Houses, &c.Those boys are the Pride ofBritain,They love us and so they may;Dear Mother it is but fitting,We shou'd be as kind as they:The Conduits shall run with Wine,We'll dress up our Houses, &c.Those battling Sons of Thunder,Now at their returning back;I know they will be for Plunder,Virginities go to wrack:But let them do what they please,We'll dress up our Houses, &c.

DEARMother I am Transported,

To think of the boon Comrades;

They say we shall all be Courted,

Kind Widows as well as maids,

Oh! this will be joyful News:

We'll dress up our Houses with Holly,

We'll broach a Tub of humming Bub,

To treat those that come with a rub a dub dub,

For dear Mother they'll make us Jolly.

Dear Mother to see them mounted,'Twou'd tickle your Heart with Joy;By me they all shall be counted,Heroical Sons ofTroy:

Dear Mother to see them mounted,

'Twou'd tickle your Heart with Joy;

By me they all shall be counted,

Heroical Sons ofTroy:

The Bells in the Steeples shall ring,We'll stick all our Houses with Holly,We'll broach a Tub of humming Bub,To treat those that comes with a rub a dub dub,For dear Mother they'll make us Jolly.

The Bells in the Steeples shall ring,

We'll stick all our Houses with Holly,

We'll broach a Tub of humming Bub,

To treat those that comes with a rub a dub dub,

For dear Mother they'll make us Jolly.

I'll dress me as fine as a Lady,Against they come into the Town;My Ribbonds are all bought ready,My Furbelow-Scarf and Gown;To pleasure the Warlike Boys,We'll dress up our Houses, &c.

I'll dress me as fine as a Lady,

Against they come into the Town;

My Ribbonds are all bought ready,

My Furbelow-Scarf and Gown;

To pleasure the Warlike Boys,

We'll dress up our Houses, &c.

They are delicate brisk and Brawny,Troth neither too lean nor fat;No matter for being Tawny,They're never the worse for that;We'll give them a welcome Home,And dress up our Houses, &c.

They are delicate brisk and Brawny,

Troth neither too lean nor fat;

No matter for being Tawny,

They're never the worse for that;

We'll give them a welcome Home,

And dress up our Houses, &c.

They come from the Field of Battle,To quarter in Ladies Arms;'Tis pretty to hear them Prattle,And tell of their loud Alarms:We'll Crown them with Garlands gay,And dress up our Houses, &c.

They come from the Field of Battle,

To quarter in Ladies Arms;

'Tis pretty to hear them Prattle,

And tell of their loud Alarms:

We'll Crown them with Garlands gay,

And dress up our Houses, &c.

Those boys are the Pride ofBritain,They love us and so they may;Dear Mother it is but fitting,We shou'd be as kind as they:The Conduits shall run with Wine,We'll dress up our Houses, &c.

Those boys are the Pride ofBritain,

They love us and so they may;

Dear Mother it is but fitting,

We shou'd be as kind as they:

The Conduits shall run with Wine,

We'll dress up our Houses, &c.

Those battling Sons of Thunder,Now at their returning back;I know they will be for Plunder,Virginities go to wrack:But let them do what they please,We'll dress up our Houses, &c.

Those battling Sons of Thunder,

Now at their returning back;

I know they will be for Plunder,

Virginities go to wrack:

But let them do what they please,

We'll dress up our Houses, &c.

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FILLthe Glass, fill, fill, fill the Glass,Let Hautboys sound, whilst brightCelinda,BrightCelinda'sHealth go round.Fill the Glass, fill, fill, fill the Glass,Let Hautboys sound, whilst brightCelinda,BrightCelinda'sHealth goes round.With eternal Beauty blest, ever blooming,Ever blooming still be best;Drink your Glass, drink your glass,Drink your Glass and think,Think, think the rest,Drink your Glass and think,Think, think the rest.

FILLthe Glass, fill, fill, fill the Glass,

Let Hautboys sound, whilst brightCelinda,

BrightCelinda'sHealth go round.

Fill the Glass, fill, fill, fill the Glass,

Let Hautboys sound, whilst brightCelinda,

BrightCelinda'sHealth goes round.

With eternal Beauty blest, ever blooming,Ever blooming still be best;Drink your Glass, drink your glass,Drink your Glass and think,Think, think the rest,Drink your Glass and think,Think, think the rest.

With eternal Beauty blest, ever blooming,

Ever blooming still be best;

Drink your Glass, drink your glass,

Drink your Glass and think,

Think, think the rest,

Drink your Glass and think,

Think, think the rest.

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HUBub, ub, boo;Hub ub, ub, boo;Dish can't be true,De War dees cease,But der's no Peash,I know and find,'Tis Sheal'd and Sign'd,But won't believe 'tis true,Hub, ub, ub, boo, Hub ub, ub, boo.A hone, a hone,PoorTeague'sundone,I dare not be,A Rapparee,I ne'er shall see,Magraw Macree,Nor my more dear Garone,A hone, a hone.Awa, awa,I must huzza,'Twill hide my Fears,And save my Ears,The Mob appears,Her'sh toNassau,Dear Joy 'tisUsquebaugh,Huzza, Huzza, Huzza.

HUBub, ub, boo;Hub ub, ub, boo;Dish can't be true,De War dees cease,But der's no Peash,I know and find,'Tis Sheal'd and Sign'd,But won't believe 'tis true,Hub, ub, ub, boo, Hub ub, ub, boo.

HUBub, ub, boo;

Hub ub, ub, boo;

Dish can't be true,

De War dees cease,

But der's no Peash,

I know and find,

'Tis Sheal'd and Sign'd,

But won't believe 'tis true,

Hub, ub, ub, boo, Hub ub, ub, boo.

A hone, a hone,PoorTeague'sundone,I dare not be,A Rapparee,I ne'er shall see,Magraw Macree,Nor my more dear Garone,A hone, a hone.

A hone, a hone,

PoorTeague'sundone,

I dare not be,

A Rapparee,

I ne'er shall see,

Magraw Macree,

Nor my more dear Garone,

A hone, a hone.

Awa, awa,I must huzza,'Twill hide my Fears,And save my Ears,The Mob appears,Her'sh toNassau,Dear Joy 'tisUsquebaugh,Huzza, Huzza, Huzza.

Awa, awa,

I must huzza,

'Twill hide my Fears,

And save my Ears,

The Mob appears,

Her'sh toNassau,

Dear Joy 'tisUsquebaugh,

Huzza, Huzza, Huzza.

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I'LLtell theeDickwhere I have lately been,There's rare doings atBath,Amongst Beauties divine, the like was ne'er seen,There's rare doings atBath,And some dismal Wits that were eat up with Spleen,There's rare doings atBath.There's rare doings atBath.Raffling and Fidling, and Piping and Singing,There's rare doings atBath.Where all drink the Waters to recover Health,And some sort of Fools there throw off their Wealth,And now and then Kissing, and that's done by stealth,There's rare doings, &c.And now for the Crew that pass in the Throng,That live by the Gut, or the Pipe, or the Song,And teaze all the Gentry as they pass along,There's rare doings, &c.FirstCorbetbegan my Lord pray your Crown,You'll hear a new Boy I've Just brought to Town,I'm sure he will please you, or else knock me down,There's rare doings, &c.Besides I can boast of my self and two more,AndLeveridgethe Bass, that sweetly will roar,'Till all the whole Audience joins in an ancore,There's rare doings, &c.NextH——b L——randB——rtoo,With Hautboy, one Fidle, and Tenor so bleu,And fusty old Musick, not one Note of New,There's rare doings, &c.NextMorphewthe Harper with his Pigg's Face,Lye tickling a Treble and vamping a Bass,And all he can do 'tis but Musick's disgrace,There's rare doings, &c.Then comes the Eunuch to teaze them the more,Subscribe your two Guineas to make up fourscore,I never Perform'd at so low rate before,There's rare doings, &c.Then come the Strolers among the rest,And little PunchPowelso full of his Jest,With pray Sir, good Madam, it's my Show is best,There's rare doings, &c.Thus being Tormented, and teaz'd to their Souls,They thought the best way to get rid of these Fools,The Case they referr'd to the Master of the R——ls,There's rare doings, &c.Says his Honour, and then he put on a Frown,And since you have left it to my Thoughts alone,I'll soon have them all whipp'd out of the Town,Orare doings atBath,Raffling, and Fidling, &c.

I'LLtell theeDickwhere I have lately been,

There's rare doings atBath,

Amongst Beauties divine, the like was ne'er seen,

There's rare doings atBath,

And some dismal Wits that were eat up with Spleen,

There's rare doings atBath.

Raffling and Fidling, and Piping and Singing,

There's rare doings atBath.

Where all drink the Waters to recover Health,And some sort of Fools there throw off their Wealth,And now and then Kissing, and that's done by stealth,There's rare doings, &c.

Where all drink the Waters to recover Health,

And some sort of Fools there throw off their Wealth,

And now and then Kissing, and that's done by stealth,

There's rare doings, &c.

And now for the Crew that pass in the Throng,That live by the Gut, or the Pipe, or the Song,And teaze all the Gentry as they pass along,There's rare doings, &c.

And now for the Crew that pass in the Throng,

That live by the Gut, or the Pipe, or the Song,

And teaze all the Gentry as they pass along,

There's rare doings, &c.

FirstCorbetbegan my Lord pray your Crown,You'll hear a new Boy I've Just brought to Town,I'm sure he will please you, or else knock me down,There's rare doings, &c.

FirstCorbetbegan my Lord pray your Crown,

You'll hear a new Boy I've Just brought to Town,

I'm sure he will please you, or else knock me down,

There's rare doings, &c.

Besides I can boast of my self and two more,AndLeveridgethe Bass, that sweetly will roar,'Till all the whole Audience joins in an ancore,There's rare doings, &c.

Besides I can boast of my self and two more,

AndLeveridgethe Bass, that sweetly will roar,

'Till all the whole Audience joins in an ancore,

There's rare doings, &c.

NextH——b L——randB——rtoo,With Hautboy, one Fidle, and Tenor so bleu,And fusty old Musick, not one Note of New,There's rare doings, &c.

NextH——b L——randB——rtoo,

With Hautboy, one Fidle, and Tenor so bleu,

And fusty old Musick, not one Note of New,

There's rare doings, &c.

NextMorphewthe Harper with his Pigg's Face,Lye tickling a Treble and vamping a Bass,And all he can do 'tis but Musick's disgrace,There's rare doings, &c.

NextMorphewthe Harper with his Pigg's Face,

Lye tickling a Treble and vamping a Bass,

And all he can do 'tis but Musick's disgrace,

There's rare doings, &c.

Then comes the Eunuch to teaze them the more,Subscribe your two Guineas to make up fourscore,I never Perform'd at so low rate before,There's rare doings, &c.

Then comes the Eunuch to teaze them the more,

Subscribe your two Guineas to make up fourscore,

I never Perform'd at so low rate before,

There's rare doings, &c.

Then come the Strolers among the rest,And little PunchPowelso full of his Jest,With pray Sir, good Madam, it's my Show is best,There's rare doings, &c.

Then come the Strolers among the rest,

And little PunchPowelso full of his Jest,

With pray Sir, good Madam, it's my Show is best,

There's rare doings, &c.

Thus being Tormented, and teaz'd to their Souls,They thought the best way to get rid of these Fools,The Case they referr'd to the Master of the R——ls,There's rare doings, &c.

Thus being Tormented, and teaz'd to their Souls,

They thought the best way to get rid of these Fools,

The Case they referr'd to the Master of the R——ls,

There's rare doings, &c.

Says his Honour, and then he put on a Frown,And since you have left it to my Thoughts alone,I'll soon have them all whipp'd out of the Town,Orare doings atBath,Raffling, and Fidling, &c.

Says his Honour, and then he put on a Frown,

And since you have left it to my Thoughts alone,

I'll soon have them all whipp'd out of the Town,

Orare doings atBath,Raffling, and Fidling, &c.

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IAm a poor Shepherd undone,And cannot be Cur'd by Art;For a Nymph as bright as the Sun,Has stole away my Heart:And how to get it again,There's none but she can tell;To cure me of my Pain,By saying she loves me well:And alass poor Shepherd,Alack and a welladay;Before I was in Love,Oh every Month wasMay.If to Love she cou'd not incline,I told her I'd die in an Hour;To die says she 'tis in thine,But to Love 'tis not in my Power.I askt her the Reason why,She could not of me approve;She said 'twas a Task too hard,To give any Reason for Love:And alass poor Shepherd, &c.She ask'd me of my Estate,I told her a Flock of Sheep;The Grass whereon they Graze,Where she and I might Sleep:Besides a good Ten Pound,In old KingHarry'sGroats;With Hooks and Crooks abound,And Birds of sundry Notes:And alass poor Shepherd, &c.

IAm a poor Shepherd undone,

And cannot be Cur'd by Art;

For a Nymph as bright as the Sun,

Has stole away my Heart:

And how to get it again,

There's none but she can tell;

To cure me of my Pain,

By saying she loves me well:

And alass poor Shepherd,

Alack and a welladay;

Before I was in Love,

Oh every Month wasMay.

If to Love she cou'd not incline,I told her I'd die in an Hour;To die says she 'tis in thine,But to Love 'tis not in my Power.I askt her the Reason why,She could not of me approve;She said 'twas a Task too hard,To give any Reason for Love:And alass poor Shepherd, &c.

If to Love she cou'd not incline,

I told her I'd die in an Hour;

To die says she 'tis in thine,

But to Love 'tis not in my Power.

I askt her the Reason why,

She could not of me approve;

She said 'twas a Task too hard,

To give any Reason for Love:

And alass poor Shepherd, &c.

She ask'd me of my Estate,I told her a Flock of Sheep;The Grass whereon they Graze,Where she and I might Sleep:Besides a good Ten Pound,In old KingHarry'sGroats;With Hooks and Crooks abound,And Birds of sundry Notes:And alass poor Shepherd, &c.

She ask'd me of my Estate,

I told her a Flock of Sheep;

The Grass whereon they Graze,

Where she and I might Sleep:

Besides a good Ten Pound,

In old KingHarry'sGroats;

With Hooks and Crooks abound,

And Birds of sundry Notes:

And alass poor Shepherd, &c.

fancy rule

ILove to Madness, rave t'enjoy,But heaps of Wealth my Progress bar;Curse on the Load that stops my way,My Love's more Rich and Brighter far:Were I prest under Hills of Gold,My furious Sighs should make my escape;I'd sigh and blow up all the Mould,And throw the Oar inCælia'sLap.Were thou some Peasant mean and small,And all the spacious Globe were mine;I'd give the World, the Sun and all,For one kind brighter Glance of thine:This Hour letCæliawith me live,And Gods cou'd I but of you borrow,I'd give what only you can give,For that dear Hour, I'd give to morrow.

ILove to Madness, rave t'enjoy,

But heaps of Wealth my Progress bar;

Curse on the Load that stops my way,

My Love's more Rich and Brighter far:

Were I prest under Hills of Gold,

My furious Sighs should make my escape;

I'd sigh and blow up all the Mould,

And throw the Oar inCælia'sLap.

Were thou some Peasant mean and small,And all the spacious Globe were mine;I'd give the World, the Sun and all,For one kind brighter Glance of thine:This Hour letCæliawith me live,And Gods cou'd I but of you borrow,I'd give what only you can give,For that dear Hour, I'd give to morrow.

Were thou some Peasant mean and small,

And all the spacious Globe were mine;

I'd give the World, the Sun and all,

For one kind brighter Glance of thine:

This Hour letCæliawith me live,

And Gods cou'd I but of you borrow,

I'd give what only you can give,

For that dear Hour, I'd give to morrow.

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AJolly youngGrocerofLondon Town,Fell deeply in Love with his Maid:And often he courted her to lye down,But she told him she was afraid:Sometimes he would struggle,But still she would Boggle,And never consent to his wicked Will;But said he must tarry,Until he would marry,And then he should have his fill.But when that he found he could not obtain,The Blessing he thus pursu'd;For tho' he had try'd her again and again,She vow'd she would not be leud:At last he submitted,To be so outwitted,As to be catch'd in the Nuptial snare;Altho' the young Hussie,Before had been busie,With one that she lov'd more dear.The Morning after they marry'd were,The Drums and the Fiddles came;Then oh what a thumping and scraping was there,To please the new marry'd Dame:There was fiddle come fiddle,With hey diddle diddle,And all the time that the Musick play'd;There was Kissing and Loving,And Heaving and Shoving,For fear she should rise a Maid.But e'er three Months they had marry'd been,A Thumping Boy popp'd out;Ads—— says he you confounded Queen,Why what have you been about?You're a Strumpet cries he,You're a Cuckold cries she,And when he found he was thus betray'd;There was Fighting and Scratching,And Rogueing and Bitching,Because she had prov'd a Jade.

AJolly youngGrocerofLondon Town,

Fell deeply in Love with his Maid:

And often he courted her to lye down,

But she told him she was afraid:

Sometimes he would struggle,

But still she would Boggle,

And never consent to his wicked Will;

But said he must tarry,

Until he would marry,

And then he should have his fill.

But when that he found he could not obtain,The Blessing he thus pursu'd;For tho' he had try'd her again and again,She vow'd she would not be leud:At last he submitted,To be so outwitted,As to be catch'd in the Nuptial snare;Altho' the young Hussie,Before had been busie,With one that she lov'd more dear.

But when that he found he could not obtain,

The Blessing he thus pursu'd;

For tho' he had try'd her again and again,

She vow'd she would not be leud:

At last he submitted,

To be so outwitted,

As to be catch'd in the Nuptial snare;

Altho' the young Hussie,

Before had been busie,

With one that she lov'd more dear.

The Morning after they marry'd were,The Drums and the Fiddles came;Then oh what a thumping and scraping was there,To please the new marry'd Dame:There was fiddle come fiddle,With hey diddle diddle,And all the time that the Musick play'd;There was Kissing and Loving,And Heaving and Shoving,For fear she should rise a Maid.

The Morning after they marry'd were,

The Drums and the Fiddles came;

Then oh what a thumping and scraping was there,

To please the new marry'd Dame:

There was fiddle come fiddle,

With hey diddle diddle,

And all the time that the Musick play'd;

There was Kissing and Loving,

And Heaving and Shoving,

For fear she should rise a Maid.

But e'er three Months they had marry'd been,A Thumping Boy popp'd out;Ads—— says he you confounded Queen,Why what have you been about?You're a Strumpet cries he,You're a Cuckold cries she,And when he found he was thus betray'd;There was Fighting and Scratching,And Rogueing and Bitching,Because she had prov'd a Jade.

But e'er three Months they had marry'd been,

A Thumping Boy popp'd out;

Ads—— says he you confounded Queen,

Why what have you been about?

You're a Strumpet cries he,

You're a Cuckold cries she,

And when he found he was thus betray'd;

There was Fighting and Scratching,

And Rogueing and Bitching,

Because she had prov'd a Jade.

fancy rule

WHATsayest thou,If one should thrust thee thro'?What sayest thou,If one shou'd Plough?I say Sir, you may do what you please,I shall scarce stir,Tho' you ne'er cease,Thro', thro', you may thrust me thro'.Such Death is a Pleasure,When Life's a Disease.

WHATsayest thou,

If one should thrust thee thro'?

What sayest thou,

If one shou'd Plough?

I say Sir, you may do what you please,

I shall scarce stir,

Tho' you ne'er cease,

Thro', thro', you may thrust me thro'.

Such Death is a Pleasure,

When Life's a Disease.

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GO, go, go, go falsest of thy Sex be gone,Leave, leave, oh leave, leave me to my self alone;Why wou'd you strive by fond pretence,Thus to destroy my Innocence.Know,Cæliayou too late betray'd,Then thus you did the Nymph upbraid;Love like a Dream usher'd by night,Flyes the approach of Morning light.Go falsest of your Sex begone,Oh! Leave me to my self alone;She that believes Man when he swears,Or but regards his Oaths or Pray'rs,May she, fond she, be most accurst,Nay more, be subject to his Lust.

GO, go, go, go falsest of thy Sex be gone,Leave, leave, oh leave, leave me to my self alone;Why wou'd you strive by fond pretence,Thus to destroy my Innocence.

GO, go, go, go falsest of thy Sex be gone,

Leave, leave, oh leave, leave me to my self alone;

Why wou'd you strive by fond pretence,

Thus to destroy my Innocence.

Know,Cæliayou too late betray'd,Then thus you did the Nymph upbraid;Love like a Dream usher'd by night,Flyes the approach of Morning light.

Know,Cæliayou too late betray'd,

Then thus you did the Nymph upbraid;

Love like a Dream usher'd by night,

Flyes the approach of Morning light.

Go falsest of your Sex begone,Oh! Leave me to my self alone;She that believes Man when he swears,Or but regards his Oaths or Pray'rs,May she, fond she, be most accurst,Nay more, be subject to his Lust.

Go falsest of your Sex begone,

Oh! Leave me to my self alone;

She that believes Man when he swears,

Or but regards his Oaths or Pray'rs,

May she, fond she, be most accurst,

Nay more, be subject to his Lust.

ASit befel upon one time,AboutMid-summerof the Year;Every Man was taxt of his Crime,For stealing the good Lord Bishop's Mare.The good LordScrewsadled a Horse,And rid after the same serime;Before he did get over the Moss,There was he aware of SirHughof theGrime.Turn, O turn, thou false Traytor,Turn and yield thy self unto me;Thou hast stol'n the Lord Bishop's Mare,And now thinkest away to flee.No, soft LordScrew, that may not be,Here is a broad Sword by my side;And if that thou canst Conquer me,The Victory will soon be try'd.I ne'er was afraid of a Traytor bold,Altho' thy Name beHughin theGrime;I'll make thee repent thy Speeches foul,If Day and Life but give me time.Then do thy worst, good LordScrew,And deal your blows as fast as you can;It will be try'd between me and you,Which of us two shall be the best Man.Thus as they dealt their blows so free,And both so Bloody at that time;Over the Moss ten Yeomen they see,Come for to take SirHughin theGrime.SirHughset his Back again a Tree,And then the Men compast him round;His mickle Sword from his Hand did flee,And then they brought SirHughto the Ground.SirHughof theGrimenow taken is,And brought back toGarlandTown;Then cry'd the good Wives all inGarlandTown,SirHughin theGrime, thou'st ne'er gang down.The good Lord Bishop is come to Town,And on the Bench is set so high;And every Man was tax'd to his crime,At length he call'd SirHughin theGrime.Here am I, thou false Bishop,Thy Humours all to fulfil;I do not think my Fact so great,But thou may'st put into thy own Will.The Quest of Jury-Men was call'd,The best that was inGarlandTown;Eleven of them spoke all in a-breast,SirHughin theGrimethou'st ne'er gang down.Then other Questry-men was call'd,The best that was inRumary;Twelve of them spoke all in a-breast,SirHughin theGrimethou'st now Guilty.Then came down my good LordBoles,Falling down upon his Knee;Five hundred Pieces of Gold will I give,To grant SirHughin theGrimeto me.Peace, peace, my good LordBoles,And of your Speeches set them by;If there be ElevenGrimesall of a Name,Then by my own Honour they all should dye.Then came down my good LadyWard,Falling low upon her Knee;Five hundred Measures of Gold I'll give,And grant SirHughof theGrimeto me.Peace, peace, my good LadyWard,None of your proffers shall him buy,For if there be TwelveGrimesall of a Name,By my own Honour all should dye.SirHughof theGrime'scondemn'd to dye,And of his Friends he had no lack;Fourteen Foot he leapt in his Ward,His Hands bound fast upon his Back.Then he look'd over his left Shoulder,To see whom he could see or 'spye;There was he aware of his Father dear,Came tearing his Hair most pitifully.Peace, peace, my Father dear,And of your Speeches set them by;Tho' they have bereav'd me of my Life,They cannot bereave me of Heaven so high.He look'd over his right Shoulder,To see whom he could see or 'spye;There was he aware of his Mother dear,Came tearing her Hair most pitifully.Pray have me remember'd toPeggymy Wife,As she and I walk'd over the Moor;She was the cause of the loss of my Life,And with the old Bishop she play'd the Whore.HereJohnny Armstrong, take thou my Sword;That is made of the metal so fine;And when thou com'st to the Border side,Remember the Death of SirHughof theGrime.

ASit befel upon one time,AboutMid-summerof the Year;Every Man was taxt of his Crime,For stealing the good Lord Bishop's Mare.

ASit befel upon one time,

AboutMid-summerof the Year;

Every Man was taxt of his Crime,

For stealing the good Lord Bishop's Mare.

The good LordScrewsadled a Horse,And rid after the same serime;Before he did get over the Moss,There was he aware of SirHughof theGrime.

The good LordScrewsadled a Horse,

And rid after the same serime;

Before he did get over the Moss,

There was he aware of SirHughof theGrime.

Turn, O turn, thou false Traytor,Turn and yield thy self unto me;Thou hast stol'n the Lord Bishop's Mare,And now thinkest away to flee.

Turn, O turn, thou false Traytor,

Turn and yield thy self unto me;

Thou hast stol'n the Lord Bishop's Mare,

And now thinkest away to flee.

No, soft LordScrew, that may not be,Here is a broad Sword by my side;And if that thou canst Conquer me,The Victory will soon be try'd.

No, soft LordScrew, that may not be,

Here is a broad Sword by my side;

And if that thou canst Conquer me,

The Victory will soon be try'd.

I ne'er was afraid of a Traytor bold,Altho' thy Name beHughin theGrime;I'll make thee repent thy Speeches foul,If Day and Life but give me time.

I ne'er was afraid of a Traytor bold,

Altho' thy Name beHughin theGrime;

I'll make thee repent thy Speeches foul,

If Day and Life but give me time.

Then do thy worst, good LordScrew,And deal your blows as fast as you can;It will be try'd between me and you,Which of us two shall be the best Man.

Then do thy worst, good LordScrew,

And deal your blows as fast as you can;

It will be try'd between me and you,

Which of us two shall be the best Man.

Thus as they dealt their blows so free,And both so Bloody at that time;Over the Moss ten Yeomen they see,Come for to take SirHughin theGrime.

Thus as they dealt their blows so free,

And both so Bloody at that time;

Over the Moss ten Yeomen they see,

Come for to take SirHughin theGrime.

SirHughset his Back again a Tree,And then the Men compast him round;His mickle Sword from his Hand did flee,And then they brought SirHughto the Ground.

SirHughset his Back again a Tree,

And then the Men compast him round;

His mickle Sword from his Hand did flee,

And then they brought SirHughto the Ground.

SirHughof theGrimenow taken is,And brought back toGarlandTown;Then cry'd the good Wives all inGarlandTown,SirHughin theGrime, thou'st ne'er gang down.

SirHughof theGrimenow taken is,

And brought back toGarlandTown;

Then cry'd the good Wives all inGarlandTown,

SirHughin theGrime, thou'st ne'er gang down.

The good Lord Bishop is come to Town,And on the Bench is set so high;And every Man was tax'd to his crime,At length he call'd SirHughin theGrime.

The good Lord Bishop is come to Town,

And on the Bench is set so high;

And every Man was tax'd to his crime,

At length he call'd SirHughin theGrime.

Here am I, thou false Bishop,Thy Humours all to fulfil;I do not think my Fact so great,But thou may'st put into thy own Will.

Here am I, thou false Bishop,

Thy Humours all to fulfil;

I do not think my Fact so great,

But thou may'st put into thy own Will.

The Quest of Jury-Men was call'd,The best that was inGarlandTown;Eleven of them spoke all in a-breast,SirHughin theGrimethou'st ne'er gang down.

The Quest of Jury-Men was call'd,

The best that was inGarlandTown;

Eleven of them spoke all in a-breast,

SirHughin theGrimethou'st ne'er gang down.

Then other Questry-men was call'd,The best that was inRumary;Twelve of them spoke all in a-breast,SirHughin theGrimethou'st now Guilty.

Then other Questry-men was call'd,

The best that was inRumary;

Twelve of them spoke all in a-breast,

SirHughin theGrimethou'st now Guilty.

Then came down my good LordBoles,Falling down upon his Knee;Five hundred Pieces of Gold will I give,To grant SirHughin theGrimeto me.

Then came down my good LordBoles,

Falling down upon his Knee;

Five hundred Pieces of Gold will I give,

To grant SirHughin theGrimeto me.

Peace, peace, my good LordBoles,And of your Speeches set them by;If there be ElevenGrimesall of a Name,Then by my own Honour they all should dye.

Peace, peace, my good LordBoles,

And of your Speeches set them by;

If there be ElevenGrimesall of a Name,

Then by my own Honour they all should dye.

Then came down my good LadyWard,Falling low upon her Knee;Five hundred Measures of Gold I'll give,And grant SirHughof theGrimeto me.

Then came down my good LadyWard,

Falling low upon her Knee;

Five hundred Measures of Gold I'll give,

And grant SirHughof theGrimeto me.

Peace, peace, my good LadyWard,None of your proffers shall him buy,For if there be TwelveGrimesall of a Name,By my own Honour all should dye.

Peace, peace, my good LadyWard,

None of your proffers shall him buy,

For if there be TwelveGrimesall of a Name,

By my own Honour all should dye.

SirHughof theGrime'scondemn'd to dye,And of his Friends he had no lack;Fourteen Foot he leapt in his Ward,His Hands bound fast upon his Back.

SirHughof theGrime'scondemn'd to dye,

And of his Friends he had no lack;

Fourteen Foot he leapt in his Ward,

His Hands bound fast upon his Back.

Then he look'd over his left Shoulder,To see whom he could see or 'spye;There was he aware of his Father dear,Came tearing his Hair most pitifully.

Then he look'd over his left Shoulder,

To see whom he could see or 'spye;

There was he aware of his Father dear,

Came tearing his Hair most pitifully.

Peace, peace, my Father dear,And of your Speeches set them by;Tho' they have bereav'd me of my Life,They cannot bereave me of Heaven so high.

Peace, peace, my Father dear,

And of your Speeches set them by;

Tho' they have bereav'd me of my Life,

They cannot bereave me of Heaven so high.

He look'd over his right Shoulder,To see whom he could see or 'spye;There was he aware of his Mother dear,Came tearing her Hair most pitifully.

He look'd over his right Shoulder,

To see whom he could see or 'spye;

There was he aware of his Mother dear,

Came tearing her Hair most pitifully.

Pray have me remember'd toPeggymy Wife,As she and I walk'd over the Moor;She was the cause of the loss of my Life,And with the old Bishop she play'd the Whore.

Pray have me remember'd toPeggymy Wife,

As she and I walk'd over the Moor;

She was the cause of the loss of my Life,

And with the old Bishop she play'd the Whore.

HereJohnny Armstrong, take thou my Sword;That is made of the metal so fine;And when thou com'st to the Border side,Remember the Death of SirHughof theGrime.

HereJohnny Armstrong, take thou my Sword;

That is made of the metal so fine;

And when thou com'st to the Border side,

Remember the Death of SirHughof theGrime.

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