The Country Cuckold:
OR,
The Buxome Dames Frollick in a Field of RIE,
with her Lusty Gallant. Tune of, Soldier's Departure.
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THere's an honest man of Labour;
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has a fair young Buxome Wife,
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Who, it seems, a lusty Neighbour
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lov'd allways as dear as life;
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And they often would be sporting
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when her Husband was not by;
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Like two wanton Lovers courting
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in another Neighbour's Rie.
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As the good man walked once early,
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being grieved and forlorn,
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There he see his sweet Wife fairly
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in the midst of all the Corn,
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And her Gallant lying by her;
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then her Husband thus did cry,
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O sweet Wife, I do admire
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that you'll spoil my Neighbour's Rie!
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I with Tears have often told you,
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that you should these ways forsake,
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Yet no words could e'er withhold you,
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but those Rambles still you take,
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Here you both do rowl and tumble,
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while the Corn is rank and high;
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He that owns the field will grumble,
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If he see you spoil his Rie.
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You a Trespass have committed,
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as the World may plainly see,
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And I shall be finely fitted,
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should he take a Course with me:
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In the Corn you have caressed,
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this my Dear you cann't deny,
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I for this may be arrested,
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'cause you spoil my Neighbour's Rie.
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E'ery morning Love you leave me,
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to enjoy your Gallant here;
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This can now no less than grieve me,
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and doth cost me many a Tear:
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Do but think on the Distraction
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which I undergo thereby,
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How shall I make satisfaction
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for your spoiling of this Rie?
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Tell me, pray now, is it reason,
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that I should to ruine run,
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And be hurried to a Prison
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for the fault which you have done?
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No, I ne'er will undergo it,
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I'll first from your presence flye,
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Therefore if you love me show it,
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and don't spoil my Neighbour's Rie.
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Husband, 'tis the gentile fashion
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for to have a Friend in store,
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Yet pray be not in a passion,
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I ne'er did the like before:
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Here my friend will never fail you,
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but most readily comply;
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If need be to come and Bail you,
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for my spoiling of the Rie.
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Now I have my Bail provided,
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and with that pull'd out his Knife,
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E'er I will be thus derided,
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Rascal I will have thy Life.
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Then her Friend with tears beheld him;
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and did strait for Mercy cry,
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But he swore he strait would geld him,
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for his spoiling of the Rie.
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I'll deprive him of that Talent,
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which doth wanton Women please;
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Then the good Wife and her Gallant
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both upon there bended knees,
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He cry'd Neighbour, she sweet Honey,
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do not act such cruelty,
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Spare the Tools, and take this Money,
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for the spoiling of the Rie.
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Then he gave him forty Shilling,
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all the Coin he had in store,
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And the Good man he was willing,
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to excuse the Crime therefore;
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Then her Friend this promise made him,
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and protested solemnly
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That if he would not degrade him,
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never more to spoil the Rie.
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