THE
West-Country Wedding.
Betwixt Roger the Plowman, and Ellin the Dary-Maid.
With the Sorrowful moan of twenty or thirty forsaken Damosels, whereof fifteen being with-
Child, sounded forth their sorrowful Lamentations on Rogers Wedding-day.
To the Tune of, The Crafty Miss, Or, Moggies Jealousie.
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NOw listen and be not mistaken,
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attend unto what I shall tell,
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Of thirty fair Damsels forsaken,
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when Roger he Marry'd with Nell:
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Young Lasses delightful and pretty
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in person both proper and tall,
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Attend and give ear to my ditty,
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I'le tell you the truth of it all.
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Young Nell was a Lass for the Dary,
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and Roger a lad for the Plow,
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They went to the Fair to be merry,
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where they then contracted a vow;
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With her he was truly delighted,
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for she was both bonny and gay,
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Their friends they were also invited,
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and Nelly appointed the day.
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Her friends they had freely consented,
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that Roger should marry with Nell
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Thus they being truly contented,
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the matter was carry'd on well:
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The Bride she rejoycing did simper,
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as she passed into the Church.
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But then his old sweet-heart did wimper
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to see they were left in the Lurch.
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Full twenty or thirty he courted,
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and promised marriage to all,
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But yet it is truly reported,
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that they are in pittiful thrall:
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They make a most sad lamentation,
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both Dorothy, Maudlin, and Win,
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The rest sounding forth their relation,
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how loving and kind they had been.
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Quoth Bridget his bands I have starched
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and made him as neat as my nail
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To many a fair we have marched,
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and yet all this would not prevail;
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Ah who would have thought it quod Dolly
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how little of this did we dream,
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When he was so jocound and jolly,
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we fed him with Curds & with Cream.
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Was ever poor Maidens so slighted,
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by one that they loved so dear,
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How often has he been invited,
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by us, to the best of good cheer;
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And many a sweet Sillibub,
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we have given him warm from the Cow,
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And yet he hath gave us the rub,
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and also has broken his vow.
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Quoth Maudlin with kind invitations,
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I walked with him to next Town
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And there by his fair protestations,
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he gave me indeed a green-gown.
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And Custards with Cheese-Cakes and kisses
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my senses he soon did betray,
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And then to the fountain of blisses,
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he found out the ready right way.
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A shame of his head he was dirty,
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poor innocent Maids to beguile,
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He courted but twenty or thirty,
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and fifteen of them are with-Child;
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Now from us he's clearly departed,
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and leaves us to sigh and complain,
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His Cheese-Cakes were all hollow-hearted
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Ah! he is Villain in grain.
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Quoth Betty, he often concluded,
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to make me as bad as the rest,
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But yet I would ne'r be deluded,
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to any uncivil request;
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I found him a slivery fellow,
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a cunning and crafty young Elf,
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Ah! then bespake fair Isabella,
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I would I had done to my self.
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Young Jenny, and Susan, and Sarah,
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was never so wanton and wild,
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Nor Margery, Nanny, nor Mary,
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this blade he could never beguile;
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But those that was wanton and willing,
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now mournfully hang down their ears,
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Their Courting and kissing and billing,
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is turned to showers of tears.
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