The Un-equal Match:
OR, THE
Old feeble Taylor's Insufficiency
Containing, The
Young Beautiful Brides Lamentation.
To the Tune of, If Love's a sweet passion. Licensed according to Order.
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I Am a Young Woman, 'tis very well known,
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Who have Marry'd a narrow foul sorrowful Drone,
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Above Forty Years Old, and a Taylor by Trade,
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Yet alas! to my sorrow, I still am a Maid,
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For he lyes by me like a stone in the Wall,
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And will do a poor woman no kindness at all.
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I brought him a Portion of Silver and Gold,
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E'en as much as my Apron was able to hold,
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Yet upon such an Husband it was ill bestow'd,
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At my heart grief and sorrow now lyes like a load,
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For to [th]i[n]k how he sleeps like a stone in a Wall,
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And will do a poor woman no kindness at all.
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My Parents, I tell you, are highly to blame,
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For they knew he was Aged, [&] crippled and Lame,
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But because he was Rich, and had House and Land free,
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Why they strait did ordain him a Husband for me,
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But lyes in my Bed like a stone in the Wall,
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And will do a poor woman no kindness at all.
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There was a brisk Gallant did Court me of late,
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Yet because that he had but a slender Estate,
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They disdain[']d him, and chose me this lump of Disease,
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Which I Married my Covetous Parents to please,
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Now he lyes in my Bed like a stone in the Wall,
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And will do a poor woman no kindness at all.
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And thus for the Luere of Gold, I declare,
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I am ruin'd for ever, Ah! how shall I bare
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The invincible torment which I undergo,
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O this wretched Old Taylor proves my overthrow;
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For he lyes in my Bed like a stone in the Wall,
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And will do a poor woman no kindness at all.
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That day which I Married this Cucumber slave,
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I do heartily wish I had gone to my Grave,
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Then my Grief, and my Torment had been at an end,
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But I now must for ever my Minutes here spend,
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In complaining of him, who has brought me to thrall,
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For he yie[l]ds a young woman no kindness at all.
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Sure never had Creature such cause to Lament,
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I have never so much as one glance of Content,
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From my fumbling Taylor by Night or by Day,
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'Tis enough to make any one wander astray,
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For he lyes in my Bed like a stone in the Wall,
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And will do a poor woman no kindness at all.
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Both Morning and Night I did heartily pray,
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That kind death would be pleas'd to convey him away,
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That I might some Brisk Airy young Gallant enjoy,
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For me Dotard does all my sweet Blessings destroy,
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E'ery Night he lyes by like a stone in a Wall,
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And yeilds a young woman no kindness at all.
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The smell of his Cabbage I cannot abide,
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For as e'ery night he lyes close by my side,
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Both his Cabbage and Cucumber yield such a fume,
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That I often have wisht myself out of the Room;
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Besides he lyes by like a stone in the wall,
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And shows a young woman no Kindness at all.
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I'll writ on this creeping Old Taylor no more,
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But will seek out a Brisk Spark who my charms with adore[,]
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For to reap the dear Pleasures of Joy and Delight,
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From the Tavern to Play-house he will me invite,
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O methinks those sweet pleasures already I see,
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Now the De'el take the Taylor, a Gallant for me.
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