THE
Poor Contented Cuckold
Being a Relation,
Of a man that us'd sometimes to stand,
Pimp at the door holding it with his hand
The whilst the Gallant did his Wife possess,
In quiet he poor fool thinking no less,
But that he all his money should obtain
Being mistaken made him thus complain.
Tune of, Cold and Raw.
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WAs e'er man so unfortunate,
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as to be a Cuckold and poor sir;
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'Tis a curse which all do hate,
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yet I the same endure Sir:
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For I have a Whore to my Wife,
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and she a very proud one,
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That wearys me out of life,
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and makes me wish I had none.
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Other Cuckolds their be 'tis true,
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yet I can Scarcely believe they;
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More for their Wives did ever do,
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Then I have done already:
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Yet verily I go thred-bare,
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although I was contented;
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And that my Wife should be a Whore,
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truly I first consented.
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[For] sometimes I Pimp did stand,
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whilst my wife did rant it;
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And with her Hector in her hand,
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together did gallant it:
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Thus may you see what I have done,
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and how I was contented,
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To be Cuckolded by some,
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I never then Lamented.
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If I home did chance to come,
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and her Gallants were playing,
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With her then I must be gone,
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There was for me no staying:
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I must not stay to speak a word,
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but presently be packing,
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And not let my Voice be heard,
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for fear of a good Twacking.
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Oftimes at the Door I lay,
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whilst that they lay a Courting,
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Least some one should them betray,
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and spoil all their sporting:
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Yea more then this too have I done,
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to make my work the surer;
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And finish what I had begun,
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I sometimes was procurer.
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Thus have I done thinking that I,
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all her Gallants Coyn Sir;
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Should possess but verily,
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what she get's not mine Sir:
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She with her Trollops it does spend,
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and leaves me not a Farthing,
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Which makes me now complain in the end,
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seeing I have lost by the bargin.
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Shee's give me nought but Craved look[s,]
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if I her desire;
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To give me some Money Zooks,
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I'de better near come nigh her;
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For whatsoever does stand nigh,
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her she straight way takes it:
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And at my head strikes presently,
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endeavouring for to break it.
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Now Married Men my counsel take,
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mind what I say to ye;
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If that you full heard do rake,
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for to live yet prithee:
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Here consent your Wife shall be,
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made common unto any;
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For then you'l nere live happily,
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nor will they maintain ye.
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