Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 5 of 6
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Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 5 of 6
Ballads, English; Songs, English
But Unkindness, Unkindness mars her Beauty,
And useless makes that Heav'nly,
That Heav'nly, that Heav'nly frame;
But Unkindness mars her Beauty,
And useless makes that Heav'nly, Heav'nly frame:
While she mistakes and calls that Duty,
Which ill Nature others name:
While she mistakes and calls that Duty,
Which ill Nature others name.
_The Hopeful Bargain: Or a Fare for a Hackney-Coachman, giving a
Comical relation, how an_ Ale-draper _at the Sign of the_
Double-tooth'd Rake _in or near the new_ Palace-yard, Westminster,
_Sold his Wife for a Shilling, and how she was sold a Second time for
five Shillings to_ JUDGE; _My Lord ---- Coachman, and how her Husband
receiv'd her again after she had lain with other Folks three Days and
Nights_, &c. _The Tune_ Lilly Bullero.
[Music]
There lives an Ale-draper near _New-palace-yard_,
Who used to Jerk the Bum of his Wife;
And she was forced to stand on her Guard,
To keep his Clutches from her Quoiff:
She poor Soul the weaker Vessel,
To be reconcil'd was easily won;
He held her in scorn,
But she Crown'd him with Horn,
_Without Hood or Scarff, and rough as she run._
He for a Shilling sold his Spouse,
And she was very willing to go;
And left the poor Cuckold alone in the House,
That he by himself his Horn might blow:
A Hackney Coachman he did buy her,
And was not this a very good Fun;
With a dirty Pinner,
As I am a Sinner,
_Without Hood or Scarff, but rough as she run._
The Woman gladly did depart,
Between three Men was handed away;
He for her Husband did care not a Fart,
He kept her one whole Night and Day:
Then honest _Judge_ the Coachman bought her,
And was not this most cunningly done?
Gave for her five Shilling,
To take her was willing,
_Without Hood or Scarff_, &c.
The Cuckold to _Judge_, a Letter did send,
Wherein he did most humbly crave;
Quoth he, I prithee, my Rival Friend,
My Spouse again I fain would have:
And if you will but let me have her,
I'll pardon what she e'er has done;
I swear by my Maker,
Again I will take her,
_Without Hood and Scarff_, &c.
He sent an old Baud to interceed,
And to perswade her to come back;
That he might have one of her delicate breed,
And he would give her a ha'p'uth of Sack:
Therefore prithee now come to me,
Or else poor I shall be undone:
Then do not forgo me,
But prithee come to me,
_Without Hood or Scarff, tho' rough_, &c.
The Coachman then with much ado,
Did suffer the Baud to take her out;
Upon the Condition that she would be true,
And let him have now and then a Bout:
But he took from her forty Shillings,
And gave her a parting Glass at the _Sun_;
And then with good buyt' ye,
Discharged his Duty,
_And turn'd her a grazing, rough as she run._
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