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A89382 The Mother and daughter, or, A dialogue betwixt them composed in verse, if you will attend, I will rehearse ... The tune is, Come sweet-heart and embrace thine own: or, The dancing of Primrose-hill. 1672-1695 (1695) Wing M2936; ESTC R235459 1,767 2

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The Mother and Daughter or A Dialogue betwixt them composed in Verse If you will attend I will rehearse How the Mother did chide the Daughter for folly The Daughter with her Mother did not dally To silence her Mother her self she did fix And proved her Mother to be a Meretrix She still'd her Mothers tongue that so loud did sound Nuncl'd her Mam and got twice fifty pound Those two Fadillaes as chaste as Jane Shore Live quiet that never did so before The Tune is Come Sweet-heart and Embrace thine own or The dancing of Primrose-hill Mother WHy how Nan what is the reason that you look so pale and wan Nan. Alass Mother all this Lent season I am scarce able to go or to stand Hot broth it doth me cherish warm flesh it doth me nourish This cruel hard Lent the time I repent pease-pottage hath poysoned me Mother It is a thing was never heard that Pease in Lent they should be poyson Some other thing is to be fear'd but thou wilt not tell me the reason Thy face it looks so pale and yellow thy nose is sharp and thy eyes are hollow Something 's the matter good Nan do not flatter tell me the truth whatever betide Nan. O Mother I will speak the truth and not a lye to you will tell You know that George is a handsome Youth and other young men doth excell He loves me beyond all measure I am his joy his delight and his treasure Fine things he doth give me if you 'l believe me O Mother I love his company Mother How come you to love him now when formerly you did him hate Nan. Mother I do p●otest and vow I value him at a mighty rate I love him as I love my life he said that I should be his wife if I was willing with him to be billing He vow'd that I should be his Bride Nan. I walkt wit him into the field and there I cropt a dainty flower He imbraced me and then we bill'd and in the space of half an hour And lying down upon his Belly what sport we had I will not tell ye He did embrace me kiss me and face me O Mother he made me merry Mother O fie upon thee for thy pains now to be sure thou art with-child And honest people will thee disdain and I cannot be reconcil'd Lent Peas hath poysoned up your belly 't was something else did I not tell ye And for this feat I will thee beat Nan. O Mother pray hold your hand Mother Come brazen-face let me see your breast that I may know what will ensue And looking on 't she did protest that her Daughter was with-child with two Nan. I think that twenty times before I have been on the very same score Yet never beguil'd to prove with-child O mother pray pardon me Mother To pardon thee it is not best neither will I put up this wrong Nan. Sure Mother you do but jest I do you desire to hold your tongue If I should speak that which is true and that which I have seen by you You would not be willing to hear of your billing O Mother i 've mumpt you now Mother You dirty slut why did you ever see me in action of disgrace Nan. Remember the Weaver and you together you said his beard did prick your face You did say he was too slack and that same time you hurt your back And being too kind you broke your wind O ●other i 've mumpt you now Nan. Further I do put into your head and remember as well as I can The Tinker laid you upon the bed and said he was a mettal man He peeping in your face likewise some of the smoot fell in your eyes And in that place he collied your face O mother i 've mumpt you now Nan. And going to a Fair on a day you said that it was for your pleasure And there you must buy new array and have the Taylor to take measure And coming home you did lie down the Taylor gave you a green gown Being in the Corn you catch a Thorn O mother i 've mumpt you now Mother O good sweet Nan come hold thy tongue thou art too hard for me I find I will never do thee Wrong for every Cat will after kind Thou art my dear and onely Daughter I 'le give the right ready hereafter If thou wilt be quiet and will not repeat and never to mump thy mother no more Nan. Vpon condition you will give me all the bonds of your use-money To maintain me brave while I live that I may be both blith and bonny Mother Yes daughter that I am willing and excuse thee another time for billing Two fifty pound bonds I 'le give into thy hands Sweet Nan it is all thy own Printed for P. Brooksky at the Golden-Ball neer the Hospital-gate in West-smith-field