my Damon's unkind And 'fore I am joyn'd to thee I wiâ—l be kind to thee Nor shall thy flocks and Lands now be asignd to me â—now thy word will take ' And here a vow I make For to leave all men else for my dear Damon's sake Chorus For this paltry Love c. No wealth shall make me prove False to my Damons love And for Testators on 't I call the powers above In signe of Amity Our flocks shall joyned be E're that Coniugall knot is tyed twixt thee and me Chorus For this paltry love has so chang'd my mind I am certain to dye if my Damon's unkind SONG 11. The discontented Milk maid Near to a Grove I chanc't to spy A pritty buxome Country lass I hid my self i' th Grove there by Whil'st she sat milking on the grass O me says she with grief I swell Thus to be delay'd so long And to live a maid so long Vowing she 'd nere lead Apes in hell My mother was at fifteen wedd And did o' th Marryage â—leasure taste Ere sixteen she was brought to bed And I am seventeen now and past Then did she begin to sigh and groan That her fortune was so bad And no comfort to be had Seeing she still must lye alone My Mother yet did ne're repent That she married was so soon Then have not I my time misspent That thus have lain so long alone Then on her Mother rail'd and said Out upon these Virgin Beds There 's no loss in Maiden-heads Nor a greater curse then dye a Maid SONG 12. On a House-warming Feast THere is a place cal'd Cannons-row Which most in Westminster do know And in a Court within the same At Sâ—gar House so cal'd by name And 't was upon the day thirteen Of cold December and between The hours I think of two and three A handsome Feast I chanc'd to see Which was it seems to entertain Some pretty Ladies with their train There also was to attend'em then Some young but sober Gentlemen How young and sober that 's strange you 'l say This Age affords no such every day But 't is true I do protest or My Dames had ne're came out a door And having then so brave a crew For Prettynes and humour too 'T was pitty but the Feast should be Answerable to the Company And so it was But yet before I do describe the Dishes o're I must acquaint you with the cause Why that same Feast at that time was Some cal'd a Goodding but I don't That word by any means approve on 't But I must give 't another name That 's House-warming because they came To honest Youâ—â—rick who was indeed Their Master that they all agreed Oâ—t o th' respect to him they bore For teaching them so well before To warm his House as I remember So 't had need 't was in Dâ—cember And warm'd it was exceeding well And I the Dishes now will teâ—l With Wine and other thing were there In Ridling Terms if you will hear The first Dish tâ—at up was brought Was three fat Henâ— better sed then taught With lovely Bacon red as rose And store of Sprouts to attend those Which fortified'em so about Till that 's destroyed we got none out Next Dish was three Duks with Larks store That in good Sauce was cover'd o're All which was put into a Tray Herre sent 'em in that very day The next Dish then Gods Benison Light on him for 't it was a Venison Pasty large fat and eke good crust Not with a Hogo as some must Have to set it of but very sweet Which was the cause it went so fleet Of that we all can boldly say That Pye went not a begging that day And when it came 't was piping hot But how 't was sent it I 've forgot Since I don't know I need not pen it But now I think upon 't I ken it He 's handsome witty and good humour too Faith for the rest give 'em their due Next was a large and goodly Pye Fil'd with a Goose was plump and high With two Rabbets to keep him warm Like Gixzards stuck under each arm With Butter fil'd up to the brim That we believ'd the Goose did swim Now as well as when he was alive And 'cause the Rabbets could not dive And fearing that they then might drown Took 'em under 's arms up and down For she did swim when alive I 'me sure But to swim dead I think that 's more The largeness of it the Table grace 't And crust as good as e're was taste This came not from a High Land we know But from a More that 's always low For Geese do gaggle swim and grase Still in Mores both Nights and Days The next Dish large was I confess With Tarts of all sorts numberless That this time of the Year did afford And 't was indeed a Dish for a Lord They stood so fine in rank and file Which made a Souldier there to smile To see 'em marshald in that manner Said there wanted nothing but a Banner To make 'em a compleat Company The number being full to the eye This Dish thoughâ—t did the Table grace Yet it came from a â—enny place The Sugar so was crusted on 'em Just like Feâ—s when the Frost 's upon 'em The last Dish of which I now do treat Came not toth ' Table with the Meat But 't was with Dish or Tarts set up Until that they 'd a mind to Sup Was a Cake with Plums almost to the top Which made him blow that brought it up 'T was crusted so with Sugar round It lookt like Snow upon the ground That wâ—en we in our Knives did put We did that time an inch deep cut In Sugar e're we could come at The Plums that all which at Table sat At first did think 't all Sâ—gar throughout But when they tryed the second bout They found the Plums which Cuâ—râ—â—t were Well washt and cleanly done Iâ—le swear Besides with sweet Meats was set round That scarce a vacant place was found This Cake in a Smiths shop was foâ—g'd Which was so very big it gorg'd The Ovens mouth they forc'd were tak 't Back again or 't had not been bak't For it was of so gâ—eat a Size They were forc'd to make it Pasty wise And of the bigness of this Cake It may be some may think I speak Hyperboles now far be 't from me To speak untruths 't is vâ—rity And my good Dame gave me piece on it That I three days did feed upon it And after they had danc'd their fill For Supper then they had a will Where that great Cake and Dish of Tarts Which equally was cut in parts Did feast some twenty Souls that day Besides what each one car'd away And then there was such Sider too That I do now protest to you All the Company that were there Said they scarce drank better any where 'T was not of Pippins or Pearmaine But that which came from Maidenlane But
appear'd in view Were of a comely watchet hew His Neck so short you can't perceive it Which maks me wâ—llâ—ng now to leave 't And come unto his Armes which are So finely short you 'd think they were Like two Bag-puddings at which was Hands that were like a Beares two pawes And though his hands and fingers were So vâ—ry short yet he had there Such lovely Naâ—ls for â—ength in lieu Of hâ—â— shortness of the othe two Some two Inches were yet I confess That some were more and some were less His Back wâ—s round and wonderous high Much like a Globe to study by One which came out two splinter-bones Ioyn'd at top as 't were for the nonce So that a paire we might 'em call Of Compasses to worke withall Nay some when first they saw his back Did say it was fit to beare a pack And that he 'd excellent porter make By 's naturall Roul upon his back And others said which was much worss That sure a Camell was his Nurss Sure he was not so very a Beast To such another yet i' th East Your Camells milk is good they say And drink 't they do both night and day But howsoever one that met him Did think a Camell did beget him His Belly was so round about That half a yard t' is standing out That when he has a mind to dine There is no place for bread and wine And meat beside it is no fable And serves him for an excellent table And when he is pleas'd to eate He will have every day fresh meat A Joynt or two and that 's the least Some times to three it is increast And this must be the very cheef And lovely'st part of all the beef That is about the neck you know Whether it be of Oxe or Cow And sometimes for a second Course A large beasts liver but never the worse Vnless this is not to be had Then with worss meat he will be glad All which he whipps up in a trice For he in 's diet is nothing nice And yet these costly dishes must Be thrice a day provided just And at the close of every meall He eates a peck of Appls still Besides three pound of Suffolk Chees Not all at once but by degrees And drinks but three times at a meale twelve quarts in all that 's no great deale If more he could not in have trol'd it For how cou'ds little belly hold it He Sings so sweet we all do know That if a peece of Ordinance goe Off at that time under your eare Yet if you did his Singing heare You 'd find his loud inchanting voyce VVou'd drown that great and thundering noise No Lyon sings so sweet as he Nor braying Asse more pleasantly Nor Bellowing Bull or Lowing Cow Does sing so well as he we know Nor houling Dogg or grunting Sow Sings half so sweet as he does now His Thighs are wonderous bigg about And so'r his Leggs from knee to foot No difference is twix leggs and thighs Cause both are of an even size From the top of 's thigh unto his foot The least part 's half a yard about His Feet they are so very short VVe may compar'em in any sort Vnto a horse foot as they say Because his toes are worne away That when he 's Pleas'd to walk about He stumps it quit the streets throughout But when that you do see him dance You never saw the like in France For running bory or corrant Youâ—l see the worth of my gallant He 'd stump it out so rarely well That Banks his horss he doth excell But when you see him dance a Jegg Never was such a nimble grigg More fast then Snail he trips about Yet ne're in time or figure out He that dances the best in town can't Foot it so smooth as my Gallant Some say that he 's an arrent Sott And so by that his credit spott Which may be a means to spile his match But I that still do by him watch Can excuse him and safely say He 's never drunk above twice a day Last I must Sound his Valour out For never man was half so stout No Clineas ever fought so well When he on great Dametas sell Yet they two were I dare ingage The greatest Champions of that age Thus have you heard the story true Of my Gallant and 's vertues too How every vertue did him grace And every one in there due place With all 's parts inward and outward And 's name's cal'd Sr Grigory Cowâ—t SONG 8. The Shepheard and the Milkmaid The Tune the 4. figure Dance aâ— Mr Youngs Ball. I 'le tell you a tale of my Love and I How we did often a milking goe And when I look't merriâ—y then she wou'd cry And still iâ— her fits she us'd me so At last I plainly did tell her my mind And then she began to love me I askt her the cause of her being unkind She said it was only to prove me I then did give her a kiss or two Which she return'd with interest still I thought I had now no more to do But that with her I might have my will But she being taught by her crafty Dad Began be to cautious and wary And told me when I my will had had The divell a bitt I would marry So marry'd we were and when it was o'r I told her plain in the Parsonage Hall That if she had gin me my will before The Divell a bit I 'de a marry'd at all She smil'd and presently told me her mind She had vow'd she 'd never do more so Because she was cozen'd in being to kind By three or four men before so SONG 9 A Shepheard to his Skepperdiss and her answer MY Lovely Philles Since it thy vvill is To Crovvn thy Damons head vvith Daffadiâ—ies See yonder Hill is mine my deare Phillis Which shall be all thine ovvn not Amarillis Chorus For this foolish Love has bâ—ought me so â—ow That I fear I shall dy if my Phillis say no. Then be But kind to me And e're I 'm joynd to thee All my flocks and my Lands shall be asign'd to thee My faith I 'le vovv to thee And promiss novv to thee All that thou shalt desire I vvill alovv to thee Chorus For this foolish c. I know that wealth may prove Oft times a bane to love But hoâ—e it never will thy heart from me remove My fleecy flocks thou knowest Are not the least nor most True love I 'de rather have then in all riches boast Chorus For this foolish love has brought me so low That I fear I shall dye if my Phillis say no. SONG 10. Her answer MY dearest Damon now I to thy will must bow And for performance on 't I here do make a vow I know that Hill is thine Which thou say'st shall be mine Yet t is not that which maks me now my heart resign Chorus For this paltry love has so chang'd my mind I am certain to dye if
as the cause of my grief Thy voice is far lowder then ever was Bow-bell And from the Clapper on 't grant me relief Thy Brow lyes in Pleats like a Loose-body'd gown That some Men have thought my dear Pigney did Because'tis in wrincles hangs o're her eyes frown Much like to a Bon-grace to keep of the Flyes Thy Nose stands so far out on which a great dent is Just in the middle much like to a hook Which turns up so finely and then so much bent is As if 't were to hang on a pot for a Cook And 't is of two kinds for one keeps all in But th' other hangs dangling still down to her chin VVhich her pretty Mouth o're-joy'd with the taste Sometimes laps it in that nothing should waste And then thy sweet Pie-baâ—â—'d teeth much do delight me Standing like Tuskes on a long-snowted Pig So loose they are set that they never could bite me Nay some have come out with but eating a Fig They never could bite me 't is certain you know Because they stand in and out none in a row Thy Lips are so sweet and pâ—easant I vow And then are for thickniss like our brinded Cow They white are like tallow that never yet Man did Buss sweeter things then those Lips of thine Nay some Men have thought they were sugar Candy Thy sparkling whiteness so finely did shine Thy Breath is so sweet and strong that if Men VVere at the last gaspe 't would fetch 'em again Nay had I my will for ever I 'de dwell At thy pretty Mouth for love of the smell The rest of her parts I dare not discover Thinking already too much I have spoke And being my self so zealous a Lover Should she be stollen m'heart will be broke But when we are Married I vow and protest I will not be jealous at all in the least I think in my Conscience I need not to do 't For those that do know her will ne're put her to 't SONG 27. The â—ver dispairing Lover The Tune is Bory Versaille WHen first I saw my Phyllis face Her Star-like Eyes so bright did shine I deem'd of no humane race But did believe her all Divine But when she sung I thought her Tongue Was kept by all the Heavenly Spears Who met with her And fixed there And every one that her hear Did wish themselves all Ears But when I saw her Jvory hand To touch the Lute I did admire She had upon 't such command As if 't were touch'd by 'th Heavenly Quire She play'd so well She bore the Bell Away from all the Ladies there Who 'gan to blaze Abroad her praise That every one was in a maze Such Harmony to hear She then began to dance a round That every one as well as I Did see she scarce did touch the ground We thought she did not dance but fly She tript about Still in and out But yet kept time and figure too That all did say That very day She carri'd the Credit clear away For dancing smooth and true There 's not a Man of all the Crew But was in Love as much as I Who lov'd her parts and Person too If great Men love my suit must dye Nought but despair Must be my share And Death will be to me a gain For since that I Must not come nigh My Phillis I 'le lye down and dye To ease me of my pain SONG 28. A Caveat to young Ladies The Tune Miss Mundays Cellabrane made by Mr. Smith I Ne're will Love agen What e're betide me And from inconstant Men Good Angels guide me Then Ladies must not be Swift in consenting Least they sing Lachrymae By late repenting He promis'd wondrous fair When first came to me Nor Oaths nor Vows did spare When he did woe me His sug'red words and smiles So wrought upon me I ne're fore-saw his wiles Till they 'd undone me Then Ladies now alas Thus you may mind them As for to trâ—st them as Far as you find them For if your selves you do Keep at that distance You may with credit too Make them resistance SONG 29. On a late Ball at Inn-holders Hall I Chanc'd of late to see a Ball Near Dow-gate at Inn-holders-Hall Where I saw many that danc'd well But one did all the rest excell In French dance and in Cellabrane She 'd foot it true to every strain O' th Musick if fast then she 's so If not then she can dance as slow But when she came to dance a Jig I ne're saw such a nimble Grig So lively free brisk and ayry I thought she was Vbiquitary She tript so briskly up and down You 'd think she had not danc'd but flown For lofting dancing I protest I think she did out do the best Being up she cut ye twice or thrice E're she came down then in a trice Mount up again and cut many more That I saw ne're the like before She at that time did do so well From all she bore away the Bell. Go on brave Girl prethee go on For if thou hold'st as thou 'st begun And in Child-hood hast done so well In after times thou 't all excell Besides I saw two little things That look'd me thoughts like Cherubs wings I mean for Stature and for growth That if you had but seen 'em both You 'd think that they but lately fell From the Womb and then came out o' th shell And some to Palliate that did say They thought they suckt but th' other day Yet these Sucklings did that Night New Mottar and Minoways so right To the admiration of us all That were Spectators at that Ball. Why how now Friend is 't possible That Norfolk Men can do so well Henceforth for Kings-line I shall have A great respect because it gave Birth to my Friend I. Rich son Who in this Ball so well hast done SONG 29. A Mock to a Lover I am and a Lover I 'le be in the praise of Tobacco And to that Tune TObacco I love and Tobacco I 'le take And I hope good Tobacco I ne're shall forsake 'T is drinking wenching destroys still the Creature But this noble Fume does dry up ill nature Then those that despise it shall never be strong But those that admire it will ever look young With Pipe after Pipe we still keep in motion In Puffing and Smoking like Guns on the Ocean And when they are out we charge 'em and then We stop 'em and ram'em and recharge agen Since we with Tobacco can keep ourselves sound Let Bacchus and Venus in Leth be drown SONG 31. The Suddain Wedding The Tune is The Gun-fleet I 'Me in Love says Noll Indeed says Doll But prethee say with who I fear says he Come speak says she Why then it is with you You jest says Doll Good Faith says Noll You do me wrong my Dolly But Men says she To flattery be To much addicted Nolly I vow says Noll I Love thee Doll But pray Sir tell
pass Till it comes where it was And every Mans Nose has been in it Till he ends it that first did begin it As Copernicus sound That the VVorld goes round VVe will prove so shall every thing in it SONG 51. The Foolish kind Husband A Very pretty Girl was forc'd to VVed A Rich but Country Bumkin as 't is said His kindness to her was great nay lov'd her so That for his life he could not her forgo VVith Presents also he would daily ply her And gave her more still then she did desire He ask'd her Parents to what kind of Meat She lik'd best he 'd provide it her to eat They told him she did delight in Furmity And that with Sugar it must sweetned be VVhich he provided for her every day Thinking to get her Love that kind of way One Night it fortuned she had eat good store VVhich made her Belly rumble o're and o're And being that Night both a Bed together She tumbled and tost still hither and thither And at the last which is a certain truth She clapt her sweet Bum to her Husbands mouth And he being then 'twixt sleeping and waking VVas the chief cause of his mistaking He thought it her Mouth and believ'd that she Dâ—d it a purpose to kiss him Lovingly Then he began to kiss it very roundly And she poor heart did likewise fizle soundly Yet he kist on at last says he my Dear VVhat hast thee eat to Night something I 'le swear Hath made thy breath smell very strong he bust agen But she answered him only in fizles then Dear VVife says he me thinks thy face to night Is wonderfully swell'd yet he with might And main still in his bussing humour kept But she did only fizle and still slept Me thinks thy face is so much swel'd it grows Bigger and bigger that I can't find thy Nose He askt her what she had a mind to have To Morrow for her Dinner she only gave Him a soysting answer and not to 's wish For he thought when she fizled she fed aw fish No says he I hate Fish of all kinds of Meat But she cry'd aw Fish which put him in a heat And if she would not tell him he did swear That he wou'd take her a good box o' th ear Yet she kept up her fizling Dialect still That he it seems with scent was very ill And thought that he had struck her on the face But to his cost he found 't was in another place For with the blow she flounc't the furmety out In his sweet face and bosom round about Uds Nigs said he I 've beaten out the brains Of my dear VVife and shall be hang'd for my pains Then he cry'd out with might and main poor heart VVhich noise did make his fizling VVife to start Up comes a Maid who laught till she did tickle To see her sweet Master in such a pickle Then up they got and sate until the Maid Had cleans'd the Man and put fresh Sheets o' th Bed And glad he was to see his VVife not dead Swearing he 'd never strike her again in the Bed Next Night she had Furmety also and when She came to Bed she speu'd it up agen Says he my Dear I find it does not please ye I 'me sorry such Furmity should disease ye And being a Man that had a saving Soul Did quickly rise and fetcht a Spoon and Bowl And with the Spoon did keel it up so clean That on the Sheets there was none to be seen 'T was put into the Bowl and there it stood Until the Morrow very fresh and good And when his Servants all were come from Plow He cal'd his Seeds-man to him saying Hugh Dost thee love Furmety Yes Sir that I do Here tak 't says he and heat it 't is fresh and new And when 't was hot did put therein some bread That being done he whipt it up with speed His Master askt him then how it did eat Troth Sir says he I ne're eat better Meat Much good may it do thee for by this light It would not stay with my poor Wife last Night Say you so says he nor it shan't with me And flounc't it out on 's face immediatly That two Nights together his Wife and he Did kindly wash his face with Furmety SONG 51. A Dialogue between a Gallant and his Mistriss To the Tune Of the new French Dance called Backnal Man COme my Molly Let 's be jolly Since we are gotten together my Dear Thy Father's sâ—orting And we 'l be sporting Without any fear Wo. I but Neddy My old Daddy Shou'd he but miss me O then He will watch us If he catch us â— never shall see thee agen Man Prethee Mally Let 's not dally This is the happiest time we have had We will Improve Our Tallent of Love In spight of the Dad. Wo. I but Neddy He is ready Still on a sudden to wake Shou'd he miss me Heavens bless me What answer d' e think I can make Man Hang him Molly 'T is but a folly â—ow to dispute it we must give it ore Let him leave thee And I 'le receive thee What woud'st thou have more Wo. I see Neddy There 's no remedy But that I must be thy mate Then far-well honor Out upon her We Women must yeild to our Fate SONG 52. The faithful Lover To the Tune O my Clarissa thou cruel fair MY dear Elinda I now must go My cruel Parents tell me so They they and only they Do force me hence away But my poor heart do answer no For that is dedicate to thee And so for evermore shall be I here do vow and swear Never to break my Dear That plighted Faith 'twixt thee and me Sure goodness now is gone astray Since Money bears the bell away 'T is not what is she now But 't is what has she now That that alone bears all the sway And though my dear Elinda now My Parents wear a wrincled brow If they have no remorse No threatnings e're shall force Me to forsake thee or my vow SONG 53. The forsaken Maid To the Tune Of Balloo MY dearest Baby prethee sleep It grieves me sore to see thee weep Would'st thou wert quiet I should be glad Thy mourning makes me very sad Lye still my Boy Thy Mothers joy Thy Father caus'd my sad annoy Ch. Ay me ay me ay me ay me ay me ay me poor Maid That by my â—olly my folly am betray'd And thou my Darling sleep a while Yet when thou ' wak'st do sweetly smile Yet smile not as thy Father did To cozen Maids Nay God forbid But now I fear That thou my Dear Thy Fathers face and mind will bear Ay me ay me ay me ay me ay me ay me poor maid That by my folly my folly am betray'd When he began to Court my Love I thought him like the Gods above His sugâ—red words so pearc't my heart And vow'd from me he 'd never part But now I