Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 6 of 6
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Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 6 of 6
Ballads, English; Songs, English
Abroad I have been, and since home I am come,
My Wages I have took, 'tis a delicate Sum;
And now Mistress Hostess begins to flatter me,
But I have not forgot her former Cruelty,
ty, ty,
But I have not forgot her former Cruelty.
Near _Lymehouse_ she liv'd, where I formerly us'd,
I'll show you in brief how I once was abus'd,
After in her House I had quite consumed my store,
But kick me if I ever, ever feast her more,
more, more,
But kick me if I ever, ever feast her more.
I came to her once with abundance of Gold,
And as she that beautiful Sight did behold;
She said with a Kiss thou art welcome _John_ to me,
For I have shed a Thousand, Thousand Tears for thee,
Thee, thee,
For I have shed a Thousand, Thousand Tears for thee.
Her flattering Words I was apt to believe,
And then at my Hands she did freely receive;
A Ring which she said she would keep for _Johnny's_ sake,
She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break:
Break, break,
She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break.
We feasted on Dainties and drank of the best,
Thought I with my Friends I am happily blest;
For Punch, Beer and Brandy they Night and Day did call,
And I was honest _Johnny_, _Johnny_ pay for all:
All, all,
And I was honest _Johnny_, _Johnny_ pay for all.
They ply'd me so warm, that in troth I may say,
That I scarce in a Month knew the Night from the Day;
My Hostess I kiss'd, tho' her Husband he was by,
For while my Gold and Silver lasted, who but I:
I, I,
For while my Gold and Silver lasted, who but I.
They said I should Marry their dear Daughter _Kate_,
And in Token of Love I presented her strait:
With a Chain of Gold, and a rich costly Head,
Thus _Johnny_, _Johnny_, _Johnny_ by the Nose was lead:
Lead, lead,
Thus _Johnny_, _Johnny_, _Johnny_ by the Nose was lead.
This Life I did lead for a Month and a Day,
And then all my Glory begun to decay:
My Money was gone, I quite consum'd my Store,
My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score,
Score, Score,
My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score.
She frown'd like a Fury, and _Kate_ was Coy,
A Kiss or a Smile I no more must enjoy,
Nay, if that I call'd but for a Mug of Beer,
My Hostess she was very Deaf and could not hear,
hear, hear,
My Hostess she was very Deaf and could not hear.
But that which concern'd me more than the rest,
My Money it was gone, and she'd needs have me Prest;
Aboard of the Fleet, then I in a Passion flew,
And ever since I do abhor the Canting Crew,
Crew, Crew,
And ever since I do abhor the canting Crew.
Now having replenish'd my Stock once again,
My Hostess and Daughter I vow to refrain
Their Company quite, and betake my self to a Wife,
With whom I hope to live a sober Life,
Life, Life,
With whom I hope to live a sober Life.
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