Couragious Anthony:
OR,
A Relation of a Dreadful Combat between Bonny Anthony,
and his Wife. Together with Anthonys Valiant Conquest.
To the Tune of The two English Travellers. Licensed according to Order.
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WAs ever poor Man so perplext with a Trull,
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As I Bonny Anthony, since I was Wed?
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She never will let me have my Belly full,
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For e're I have Sup d, I must hasten to Bed.
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Or else she'll begin for to Scold and to Brawl,
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And calling me Wittal, nay Cuckold and all:
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Yet she with her Cronies must troul it about.
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Whilst I in my Kennel must there snore it out.
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I once did go for to drink with a Friend,
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But she in a trice did fetch me away;
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We two pence a piece, and no more did we spend,
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And yet it did prove a most terrible fray.
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She flew in my face and called me fool,
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Than Combed my head with a three legged stool;
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And furnish'd my face with so many sad scratches,
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That for a whole month it was cover'd with patches.
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Yet every penny I got in the day,
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To keep her at quiet, I gave her at night,
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Or else she will license her Tongue th[e]n to play
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For two or three hours far worse then a spright.
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Then unto the Cup-board Peel-garlick must [h]ye
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To seek for the Crusts that are mouldy & dry:
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Then steep them in skim-milk until they are wet,
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And commonly this is the Supper I get.
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Nay once in a quarter for mere fashions sake,
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She'll then give me leave to lye in her bed,
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But I must be sure to lye broad awake,
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Lest she in her humour knock me on the head.
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But as for the Bed which I lye on my self,
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It is full as soft as old Oaken shelf,
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The Ticks she did make it of course hempen hurds,
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And yet for all that I must give her good words.
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We usually pist in a Pan e'ry night,
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The Cullender happened to stand in the place,
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She put me into a most pittiful plight,
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It run all about both my stomach and face.
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I told her sweet Wife you do Urine beside,
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She called me Coxcomb, and told me I ly'd
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How can it run over before it is come
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So near to the top as the length of my thum[b]
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A Cudgel of Holly I then did prepare,
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And lawful Correction to her I did give,
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O then she cry'd out, I prithee forbear,
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I ne'er will my Husband offend while I live.
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I made her forsake all her Gossiping crue,
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And thus I have handsomely turned the chase,
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For now it is Husband pray how dost thou do,
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But before it was Cuckold and Rogue to my face.
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And thus I must tell you I conquer'd a Shrow
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And made her to buckle and bend to my bow,
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We formerly liv'd at much variance and strife,
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But now we enjoy a more peaceable life.
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