The Ingenious Braggadocia;
Who thinks to Obliege by Boasting of his Large Possessions, yet was very Unwilling to lose
much time in Wooing; but being Married, was in a Weeks time acquainted with an aching
Forehead. To the Tune of; Cook Laurel.
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I Have a Mare her Colour is White,
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Sweet if thou love me tell me now;
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To Ride on her Belly I take Delight,
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And I cannot come every day to Wooe.
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With hey my Nanny, with ho my Nanny,
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with hey my Nanny, my Nanny, Nanny;
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The more I do look, the more I love thee,
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thou art kinder then ever thou used to be.
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I have a Key but it wants a Lock,
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Sweet if thou love me tell me now;
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I have that will please wert under thy Smock,
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And I cannot come every day to Wooe:
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With hey my Nanny, etc.
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I would not Wed when I was Young,
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Sweet if thou love me tell me now;
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But now I am Old I want a good thing,
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And I cannot come every day to Wooe.
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With hey my Nanny, etc.
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I have a House, and I have a Yard,
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Sweet if thou love me tell me now;
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But by the right owner I'm from it debar'd,
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And I cannot come every day to Wooe:
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With hey my Nanny, with ho my Nanny,
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with hey my Nanny, my Nanny, Nanny;
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The more I do look, the more I love thee,
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thou art kinder then ever thou used to be.
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I have a Pot that wants a Ladle,
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Sweet if thou love, etc.
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Come furnish me then if that thou art able,
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And I cannot come every day to Wooe:
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With hey my Nanny, etc.
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We'l leave off these Cups and fill up our Glasses,
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Sweet if thou love me tell me now,
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We'l leave off of old widdows, and court young lasses
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And I cannot come every day to Wooe:
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With hey my Nanny, etc.
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It is not a week since I took me a Bride,
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Sweet if thou love me, etc.
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But I fear there's a Cuckold that lies by her side,
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And I cannot come every day to Wooe:
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With hey my Nanny, etc.
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Once I had Silver, and once I had Gold,
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Sweet if thou love, etc.
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And once I had Land, but I could not it hold,
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And I cannot come every day to Wooe:
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With hey my Nanny, etc.
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And now I have spent and wasted my store,
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Sweet if thou love me tell me now;
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I have Horns on my head which I ne'r had before,
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And I cannot come every day to Wooe:
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With hey my Nanny, etc.
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And to be a Cuckold if it be my Lot,
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Sweet if thou love me tell me now;
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It is an old Trade that will ne'r be forgot,
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And I cannot come every day to Wooe:
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With hey my Nanny, etc.
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In the City and Country some brethren I have,
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Sweet if thou love me tell me now;
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Whose wives do maintain them both gallant & brave,
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And I cannot come every day to Wooe:
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With hey my Nanny, with ho my Nanny,
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with hey my Nanny, my Nanny, Nanny;
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The more I do look the more I love thee,
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thou art kinder then ever thou used to be.
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