An ANSWR to the
Wealthy GRASIER;
OR,
An Account of the pleasant Passages on the WEDDING-DAY.
Tho she was mean, yet like a Queen,
she did appear most Gay;
Her Uncles Gold, she di behold,
upon her Wedding-day.
Tune of, Ladies of London, This may be Printed. R.P.
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D ID you not hear of a Wedding of late?
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a Grasier there's none more compleater,
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Being a Man of a worthy Estate,
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and she a most Beautiful Creature:
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Tho' some declar'd her Portion was small,
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in her he had fixed his pleasure,
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He ne'r inquir'd for any at all,
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he priz'd her more dearer than treasure.
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Therefore there needed no more to be sed,
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the Match was made up very fairly;
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Nay, and that morning they were to be Wed,
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he came to his Bride very early:
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Likewise his Friends came with him also,
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their kindness to her they did render,
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And as they passed it was a rare show,
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the Bride she appeared in splendor.
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They being Marry'd to both their content,
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while Death never to be divided;
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Home to her Father and Mother they went,
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where was a rich Dinner provided:
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Plenty of all things there did abound,
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both Beer, Ale, and likewise Canary,
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And as the Glass it went merrily round,
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they all was most heartily merry.
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She had an Uncle, a Wealthy rich Man,
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who was at the Wedding and Dinner;
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Cousen, said he, I will do what I can,
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since thou had'st the fortune to win her:
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Something this day with her I will give,
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and therefore I prithee come hither,
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See that you Love her as long as you live,
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that Heavens may bless you together.
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She shall ne'r be no bad bargain behold,
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as long as her Uncle is able;
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Then did he pull out whole handful[?]s of Gold,
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and tendered it down on the Table:
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Here is two hundred Guinneas, said he,
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be careful and do your endeavour,
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And then hereafter I will be more free,
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it is not the most I can give her.
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Take up this Money, I do you entreat,
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I freely do give it, as knowing,
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When Love and Money together does meet,
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their comforts will always be flowing:
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This I protest is something above
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what some had who once did refuse her,
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But you that Marry her meerly for Love,
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in this you shall ne'r be a looser.
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I being single, I therefore declare,
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as long as I live I'le not Marry,
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Therefore make hast now and get me an Heir,
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a Boy, and his name shall be Harry ;
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To whom my Land and Houses I'le give,
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when Life from this Body shall sever,
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Not only you and your Son shall receive,
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but likewise his Children for ever.
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Now the old Dad was as great as a King,
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as he was relating his Story,
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Musick and Dancing and Bells they did Ring,
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the Bride she was all in her Glory:
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Likewise her Friends in midst of this joy,
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was merry and laugh'd out of measure,
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Saying be sure that you think of this Boy,
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and that we may have a young Grasier .
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