POOR ROBIN'S
Miserable Misfortunes.
OR,
The late Experience of a Golden-Plaister to be a perfect cure of a painful Melody.
To the Tune of, The Countrey-Farmer.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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NOw did you not hear of the wooing of late,
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When Robin the Fidler he courted young Kate,
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His Musical rattle traps under his Cloak,
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Now listen a while and give ear to the joke,
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Said he, if thou wilt take a walk to the town,
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It ne'r shall be said that i'le value a crown,
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But Kate was coy, and she gave him a frown,
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With a kick of the breech, so she tumbled him down.
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Poor Robin he then on his Fiddle did fall,
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And broke it in pieces, in shivers so small,
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Now Katy was pleas'd, and laught at the fun,
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But Robin was ruin'd and clearly undone:
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He found that she treated him wondrous base,
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And forc'd to pack off, now with loss and disgrace;
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He wept and he made a most sorrowful face,
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That all that came near him they pittied his case.
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His Mother she bid him to be of good cheer,
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And likewise she whisper'd a word in his ear,
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Perswading him every thing would be well,
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If he would but marry with bonny brisk Nell:
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Kates company I would have thee refrain,
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Since she does requite you with scorn and disdain,
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Take Nelly and then you need never complain,
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Her portion will buy thee a Fiddle again.
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Then Robin went on with a full carrear
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To Nelly, and call'd her his Duck and his dear,
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As soon as she see him but enter the door,
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She serv'd him as bad as the other before:
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He could not tell how himself to behave,
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For Nelly in fury against them did rave,
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And said, do you think that I e're will inslave
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My self to a pittiful Fiddling Knave.
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YEt Robin he would not be daunted with this,
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But went to embrace her and give her a kiss,
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Still this would not do, for she raved the more,
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And turn'd the poor Fidler out of the door,
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And bid him be going to finish the strife,
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Or else he should tast of the point of her Knife,
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Poor Robin was forc'd to run for his life,
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If this be the trade I shall ne'r get a wife.
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Now Robin resolv'd to go further a field
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To Dolly, and see if she'd lovingly yield,
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With courage undaunted then to her he went,
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As soon as he woo'd her, she gave her consent,
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Then Robin was joyful and freely exprest,
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His love it was loyal, he was not in jest,
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Since Dolly is loving no man is more blest,
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I shall have a wife now as well as the rest.
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At night when he went into bed to his bride,
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He had not continued long by her side,
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Before he was sensible she was with child,
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Then Robin cry'd out he was meerly beguil'd:
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Strait out of the bed then Robin arose,
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And all in a hurry he put on his cloaths,
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Away to her Father with fury he goes,
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He told him his daughter had follow'd her blows.
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I tell you in short I am sick of my bride,
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She has been a playing at whoopers-hide,
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Nay Son, said her Father, i'de have you be friends,
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And if it be so I will make you amends,
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Her Father he open'd his treasury store,
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And gave him full forty broad pieces and more,
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Now Robin does Dolly most dearly adore,
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He ne'r had so many bread pieces before.
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This booty so chear'd up poor Robins faint heart,
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That he from his bargain more never will part,
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He having this Gold now to furnish his purse,
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He takes his dear Dolly for better or worse:
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All former offences he'l cast behind,
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And more in affection will freely combine,
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Then Gold is a soveraign med'cine we find,
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To cure the effects of a troubled mind.
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