In troth, sweet _Robin_, I cannot, He hath got me about the Middle; He's lusty and strong, and hath laid me along, O _Robin_ thou'st lost thy Fiddle. If I have lost my Fiddle, Then am I a Man undone; My Fiddle whereon I so often play'd, Away I needs must run. O stay the Merchant said, And thou shalt keep thy place; And thou shalt have thy Fiddle again, But _Peggy_ shall carry the Case. Poor _Robin_ hearing that, He look'd with a Merry-chear; His wife she was pleas'd, and the Merchant was eas'd, And jolly and brisk they were. The Fidler he was mad, But valu'd it not a Fig; Then _Peggy_ unto her Husband said, Kind _Robin_ play us a Jigg. Then he took up his Fiddle, And merrily he did play; The _Scottish Jigg_ and the _Horn pipe_, And eke the _Irish Hey_. It was but in vain to grieve, The Deed it was done and past; Poor _Robin_ was born to carry the Horn, For _Peggy_ could not be Chast. Then Fidlers all beware, Your Wives are kind you see; And he that's made for the Fidling Trade, Must never a Merchant be. For _Peggy_ she knew right well, Although she was but a Woman; That Gamesters Drink, and Fidlers Wives, They are ever Free and Common. _The Unconstant_ WOMAN. [Music] Did you not hear of a gallant Sailor, Whose Pockets they were lin'd with Gold; He fell in Love with a pretty Creature, As I to you the Truth unfold: With a kind Salute, and without Dispute, He thought to gain her for his own, _Unconstant Woman proves true to no Man,_ _She has gone and left me all alone._ Don't you remember my pretty _Peggy_, The Oaths and Vows which you made to me: All in the Chamber we were together, That you would ne'er unconstant be: But you prove strange Love, and from me range, And leave me here to Sigh and Moan; _Unconstant Woman is true to no Man,_ _She's gone and left me all alone._ As I have Gold you shall have Treasure, Or any dainty kind of thing; Thou may'st command all Delights and Pleasure, And what you'd have, Love, I would you bring: But you prove shy, and at last deny, Him that admires you alone; _Unconstant Woman proves true to no Man,_ _She's left me here to make my moan._ When first I saw your charming Beauty, I stood like one all in amaze; I study'd only how to pay Duty, And could not speak but only gaze, At last said I, fair Maid comply, And ease a wretched Lover's Moan; _Unconstant Woman proves true to no Man,_ _She's gone and left me here alone._ I made her Presents of Rings and Jewels, With Diamond Stones I gave her too; She took them kindly, and call'd me Jewel, And said her Love to me was true: But in the end she prov'd unkind, When I thought she had been my own; _Unconstant Woman_, &c.