JOAN's Loving LETTER,
CONTAINING
Her Invitation of lusty ROGER:
Or, LOYAL LOVE. Concluding with his Affectionate ANSWER.
To the Tune of, If Love's a sweet Passion.
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T O thee, loving Roger , this Letter I write,
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I would have you not fail to be with me this Night,
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A desire I have for to see thy sweet Face,
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And to give thee a Kiss and a tender Embrace:
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You may come without danger in safety; for why,
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There is none at home, my dear Roger, but I.
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My Father and Mother are rid, I declare,
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With my Sister and Brother abroad to a Fair,
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And some three or four Days they in pleasure will spend,
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Therefore now is the time to delight thy dear Friend:
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Come away to my Father's, sweet jewel; for why,
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There is no one at home, my dear Roger, but I.
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Stout Robin a Teaster a day is allow'd,
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For to wait upon them with his Bagpipes and Crowd,
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Yet I value it not, though at home here I stay,
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For I'faith, I could-soon be as merry as they,
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If I had but thy presence: Then, Dearest, comply,
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There is no one at home, loving Roger, but I.
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I think I'm as handsom as Bridget or Nell ,
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And I hope shall endeavour to please you as well;
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Tho' I han't so much Money to make a fair show,
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Yet a vertuous young Wife is a Jewel you know:
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Therefore let me enjoy thy sweet presence; for why,
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There is no one at home, honest Roger, but I.
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I'll make thee a delicate Sullybub sweet,
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And besides, never doubt, I'll have something to eat;
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A young Chicken or two for my Dear shall be drest,
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Nay, and Custards with Cheescakes and Cream of the best:
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To my loving desire I'd have thee comply,
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There is no one at home, honest Roger, but I.
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What ever is mine thou shalt make it thy own,
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And I'm sure I have something, 'tis very well known;
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A fat Pig in the stye, and a Cow in the stall,
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Love, a little is better than nothing at all:
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You may come now and see me, in safety; for why,
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There is no one at home, honest Rogers, but I.
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My Gransier and Granny last Winter they dy'd,
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When they left me these Cattle and something beside,
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I have sir Wood-Spoons with a Bole and a Tray;
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Therefore now my dear love make no longer delay:
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You may come to our House, here in safety, for why,
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There is no one at home, honest Roger, but I.
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N O sooner stout Roger this Letter did read,
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But he put on his best leather Jacket with speed,
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And immediately sadl'd and mounted old Roan ;
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Thus in less then an hour he see his sweet Joan :
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And without longer Wooing, he thus did reply,
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I will never refuse such a proffer, not I.
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Ad-zugers, quoth he, What a Cow and a Calf,
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With a Pig, such a Potion wou'd make a Man laugh:
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Love, before that thy Parents returns we will Wed,
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For I know thou'rt a Damsel that has been well breed:
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And for ever I'll love thee, my Dear, till I dye,
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For so loving a proffer I cannot deny.
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The very next morning he Marr'd with Joan ,
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And rejoyc'd that he had a young Wife of his own:
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When her Parents they came for to find a new Son,
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They were passifi'd soon, it could not be undone:
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Now in Love, Peace and Pleasure togeth[e]r they live,
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Ay, and Joan she wants nothing that Roger can give .
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