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truth_n	know_v	see_v	true_a	4,758	5	4.6437	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41376	The golden garland of most delightful mirth and merriment [Illegible] variety of excellent new songs. This may be printed R.F.		1690 (1690)	Wing G1017; ESTC R215536	6,778	26

no more did spend and yet it did prove a most terrible fray ●●e flew in my face and called me Fool. ●hen Combed my Head with a Three-legged Stool ●nd furnish'd my Face with so many Scratches ●hat for a whole Month it was cover'd with Patches ●●t every Penny I got in the day to keep her at quiet I give her at night Or else she will license her Tongue then to play for two or three hours far worse then a spright ●hen unto the Cupboard Peel-garlick must hye ●o seek for the Crusts that are mouldy and dry ●hen steep them in skim-milk until they are wet 〈◊〉 commonly this is the Supper I get Nay once in a quarter for meer fashion sake she 'l then give me leave for to lye in her bed But I must be sure for to lye broad awake lest she in her humours knock me on the head But as for the Bed which I lye on my self It is full as soft as an old Oaken Shelf The Ticks she did make it of coarse hempen hurds And yet for all that I must give her good words We usually pist in a Pan ev'ry night the Cullender hapned to stand in the place She put me into a most pittiful plight It run all about both my stomach and face I told her sweet Wife you do Vrine beside She called me Corcomb and told me I ly'd How can it run over before it is come So near to the top as the length of my Thumb A Cudgel of Holly I then did prepare then lawful correction to her I did give O then she cry'd out I prithee forbear I ne'r will my Husband offend while I live I made her forsake all her Gosspping Crue and thus I have handsomely turned the chase 〈◊〉 now it is husband pray how dost thou do but before it was Cuckold and Rogue to my face ●●d thus I must tell you I conquer'd a Shrew ●●d made her to buckle and bend to my bow ●●e formerly liv'd at much variance and strife ●●t now we enjoy a more peaceable life ●he dear and tender parting of William and Betty Being the Seamans faithful promise of being true and Loyal To the Tune of The Country Farmer MY pritty sweet Betty lo here is my hand I now am for sailing and leaving the Land ●●t prithee my dearest take this not amiss ●●nt let me enjoy of thee one loving kiss 〈◊〉 purest affection I mean to maintain 〈◊〉 when I return from the blustring Main ●hen thou shalt receive all the profit and gain 〈◊〉 pritty sweet creature then cease to complain ●his tydings is grievous alas to my ear 〈◊〉 shall I be able to part with my dear ●hole vollys of sighs from my heart I shall send 〈◊〉 think of those perils that daily attend 〈◊〉 Love when thou art many leagues from the shore In storms and in tempests when Billows do●● My fear will be that I shall ne'r see thee more Sweet William whom I do so dearly adore Let none of those jealousies trouble thy mind I fear not but Fortune to me will prove kind For why I have used the Seas from my Youth Therefore by experience I know of a truth If Heaven is pleased our Vessel to stear Though Billows be roaring yet there is no fe●● We have as much safety as those that are here Therefore my sweet jewel be thou of good chear Though we are divided I always will prove Both faithful and loyal and true to my love Though to forreign Nations abroad I must ro●● Yet many fine presents to thee I 'le bring home I to the East-Indies a Voyage must take Then here is my Ring I would have you to ta●● And also to keep it love safe for my sake In token I never my promise will break And now my dear love I must bid thee adieu Our Captain and Bouson and all the Ship● Are ready for sailing and I must away With thee I dare trespass no longer to stay Well if thou art going the Damsel reply'd The Heavens protect thee and still be thy g●●● And guard thee my jewel from dangerous 〈◊〉 And bring thee in safety home into my Arms. FINIS

knew not what to say he ruin'd was and routed In this most sad and bloody fray about the room he scouted Sometimes she lug'd him by the Ears affording him no pitty The Barber then with brinish tears and with this doleful dirty O pardon me and spare my life that it may be amended I never more will wrong my Wife thou shall not be offended But this alas would not avail she laid her blows the faster His courage she resolv'd to quail and soon became his Master You lost your Cloaths and Money too and thus she did beslave him ●●u Rascal I will make you rue and then a bang she gave him ●he with the Ladle broke his head and down the blood did trickle ●e looked then as almost dead in this most fearful pickle Then falling down upon his knees said he my dearest jewel I never more will thee displease sweet Wife be not so cruel 〈◊〉 I can but thy favour gain my dear I will adore thee ●ad company I will refrain and there is none before thee Shall ever be by me prefer'd then prithee don't deny me For thee alone I have regard my dearest do but try me Well if I pardon you said she and end this cruel quarrel Then you shall buy and give to me a Suit of new Apparel The Barber then with Hat in hand unto his Wife stood criuging And yeilding to her full demand to buy hoods Lace and Fringing Pray was she not a loving Wife of tender pure affection Who caused him to mend his life by giving him correction Now she has brought him to her bow to him a place is given And in the Hen-peck'd Frigat go to sail to Cucolds-Haven An excellent new Song called True Lovers perfect Loyalty betwixt kind Corydon and Fair Phillis Tune of O Mother Roger c. AS I was near a Bower walking in a morning fresh and gay There I heard two Lovers talking and the young-man thus did say Love those glances from thine eyes All my sences does surprize ●refore if thou shouldu devise ●●me to tyrannize ●y heart will then be wounded sure ●is thou alone can kill or cure 〈◊〉 beheld a fairer creature the Shaves than thee I 'le vow 〈◊〉 the Honey is not sweeter ●n those kisses you allow 〈◊〉 sweet and pleasant smile ●y sorrows does beguile when thou dost send a frown 〈◊〉 does clearly cast me down ●y heart will then be wounded sure T is thou c. 〈◊〉 vp this fair and pleasant River 〈◊〉 our little Lambs will feed ●●kewise we will endeavour 〈◊〉 true love still to proceed 〈◊〉 true and loyal Swa●n 〈◊〉 attend the Flowry Plain 〈◊〉 thy servant will remain ●t requite me with disdain ●●t why my love is chaste and pure T is thou alone can kill or cure I oftentimes in Dreams behold thee with a thousand pleasant Charms Ah! and likewise do infold thee in the Circuits of my Arms But when waking from this dream In a far and worse extream I am wounded when I see My unhappy Destiny For why my love is chast and pure 'T is thou alone must kill or cure Why then said he my dearest jewel listen here to what I say I can never be so cruel thus to cast my Life away We will not disputing stand Here I give thee Heart and Hand No nor make the least delay But appoint a Wedding day To thee my love is linked fast Now as long as life does last No sooner had his Love consented to the Bands of Loyalty But he was himself contented both rejoyc'd exceedingly Farewell all those clouds of grief He at length had found relief ●hat fair Nymph that gave the wound How at length his joys has Crown'd For now her heart is linked fast To love as long as life shall last The Welsh-man's Fantastical Humours Or Ap Shinkins Fegaries To the Tune of The thundring Cannons rour THere was hur Welshman came to Town A Paper-sculled Tansle Crown ●●me of his Humours I 'le set down and this the first Relation ●●e Iack-a-dandy he will jit 〈◊〉 goes his Hat out fli●s his Wit do declare he is not fit for common Scociation 〈◊〉 you 'l believe her idle Tales 〈◊〉 is a Shentleman of Wales 〈◊〉 since hur means and substante fa●●● ●●ur is become a Railer Have you not heard the Lyons roar Or else the Bears on Southwark Shore Raise hur Welsh plood hur will do more an inch hur will not fall hur Though hur is now to ruin run By spending all and thus undone Yet hur was Shon ap Morgans Son 't is known hur had no other I pray you now attend and see Hur Fathers worthy Pedigree Was of an ancient Family ap-Shinkin was hur Brother And for hur ancient worthy fame Young Shinkin now bears up the N●●● And likewise hur to London came which prov'd hur utter ruin By living here at such a rare Like to a Shentleman so great Hur wasted all hur whole Estate this proved hur undoing O now poor Shinkin's held in scorn Although hur was so Nobly born Hur now alas is quite forlorn hur cannot Rant nor Riot For since her has consum'd hur Cole ●r cannot feed on Pig nor Fowl ●r yet of Robin-Run-i'th'-hole hur must have meaner dyet ●hen Shinkin all along did look 〈◊〉 find hur out a Boyling Cook ●●t sée how Shinkin was mistook he did suppose a Barber 〈◊〉 be a Boyling-Cook I trow ●●cause upon his Pole you know 〈◊〉 Dishes they hang in a Row ●ur straight went in for harbour ●●r hope there was good dyet here 〈◊〉 as the truth does well appear ●●e Barber did prepare his Chair likewise his Balls and Bason ●o Shinkin being in the place ●e Barber in a little space ●an to rub and wash his face ●●d then with-speed did hasten 〈◊〉 trim hur then he did prepare 〈◊〉 Welch-man he began to stare first to speak he did not care ●●r cleanliness did win her But when hur see the Razor brought Hur then began to change hur note Cots-plut what will hur cut hur throat before her eat her Dinner Hur Welchman than began to roar And straight way getting out of door Hur never will come there no more although hur should be starved The Barber laughed then out-right As truly very well he might To see the Welchman in a fright her will not be so served The Duel betwixt Anthony and his Scolding Wife together with his noble Conquest To the tune of The two English travellers Was ever poor Man so perplext with a trust as I bonny Anthony since I was wed She never will let me have my belly full for e're I have sup'd I must hasten to bed 〈◊〉 else she 'l begin for to scold and to brawl 〈◊〉 calling me Wittal nay Cuckold and all 〈◊〉 she with her Cronies must troule it about ●hilst I in my Kennel must there snore it our ●ence did but go for to drink with a friend but she in a trice then did fetch me away 〈◊〉 Two-pence a piece and