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
A Search was made at t'other Home,
By Overseers quick sighted;
The Mother to Confession comes,
By Threats being much Affrighted;
Thus all their Mirth at once was Cool,
Fate all their hopes did hamper;
So _Ben_ lives on the self same Fool,
Tho' _Ruth_ was forc'd to scamper.
_And if the Truth of this you doubt,
The Overseers can make it out._
_The Man of_ Honour: _Or, the Unconstant World turn'd upside down: To
the foregoing_ Tune.
How is the World transform'd of late,
In Country, Court, and City;
As if we were decreed by Fate,
To sing a mournful Ditty:
About the dismal change of Things,
There was no sooth in Fauner;
In the blest Reigns of former Kings,
_When I was a Man of Honour_.
I kept a Castle of my own,
With Land five Thousand Acres;
When old King _Harry_ grac'd the Throne,
Before the Time of Quakers:
My Doors and Gates stood open Wide,
I lackt no Ring nor Runner;
An Ox each Day I did provide,
_When I was_, &c.
My Guess all Day went in and out,
To Feast and cheer their Senses;
Could I but bring the Year about,
I grudg'd not my Expences:
My Talent was to feast the Poor,
I valu'd no Court Fauner;
Of Cooks I kept full half a Score,
_When I was_, &c.
When _Christmas_ Day was drawing near,
To Cheer and make them Merry;
I Broach'd my humming Stout _March_ Beer,
As brown as the Hawthorn Berry:
Of which there was not any lack,
I was my self the Donor;
'Twas fetch'd up in a Leathern _Jack_,
_When I was_, &c.
I never lay in Trades-mens Books,
For Gaudy Silks or Sattins;
Nor did I pay with Frowning looks,
Or broken Scraps of _Latin_:
They had my Gold and Silver free,
I fear'd not any Dunner;
All Men was glad to deal with me,
_When I was a Man of Honour_.
I never kept my _Hawkes_ and _Hounds_,
Or Lew'd and Wanton Misses;
I'd never sell or Mortgage Towns,
To purchase Charming Kisses:
Of those that seek their Prey by Night,
Each cunning Female Fauner;
My Lady was my Hearts Delight,
_When I was_, &c.
I never hid my Noble Head,
For any Debt contracted;
Nor from the Nation have I fled,
For Treasons basely Acted:
Nor did I in the least Rebel,
To make my self a Runner:
My Loyalty was known full well,
_When I was_, &c.
I never did betray my trust,
For Bribes more sweet than Honey;
Nor was I false, or so unjust,
To sink the Nations Money:
My _Lands_ and _Livings_ to enlarge,
By wronging each good Donor:
I Built not at the Nation's Charge,
_When I was_, &c.
We find now in these latter Days,
Some Men hath delegated;
From Truth, and found out greedy ways,
This should be regulated:
And act henceforth with Heart and Hand,
Oppose the Sons of _Bonner_;
I lov'd my King and serv'd my Land,
_When I was_, &c.
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