The West-Country Wonder:
OR,
William the Serving-man's good Fortune in the Mar-
riage of an Ancient Lady, whom he got with Child when she
was threescore and six or seven Years of Age, tho' she had
ne'er been with Child before, to the Joy of her, and the Admi-
ration of others. Tune of, The Ginea wins her.
Licensed according to Order.
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ATtend to this Relation,
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Which I in kindness bring you,
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The Wonder of the Nation,
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My loving Friends, I sing you;
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The like was never known before,
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There's a Lady that exceeds Threescore,
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By six or seven Years,
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This of a Truth appers,
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That now this very day,
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She is with Child, and may
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Have two or three, they say,
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For Will, has prov'd himself a Man of Skill.
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This was an ancient Lady,
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Who had both Gold and Treasure,
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In Bags and Coffers ready,
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Yet wanted youthful Pleasure;
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The Knight her Husband being dead,
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With her servant William she did wed,
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A proper man indeed,
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Who at time of need,
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Could please a Woman well;
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And now the Truth to tell,
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He thousands does excel,
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For Will, has prov'd himself a Mon of Skill.
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Altho' near Sixty seven,
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She makes as fair a figure,
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Of one scarce twice eleven,
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Few Women being bigger;
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And joyfully she does declare,
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That she hopes to have a Son and Heir,
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She having none before,
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Tho' six above Threescore;
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Thus we may see in Truth,
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The sweet effects of youth,
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She had a Coultish-tooth,
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And Will, has prov'd himself a Man of Skill.
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Raising so sweet a flower,
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From such decays of Nature,
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It shows a manly Power,
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Of one that would not bait her
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An ace of what's a Woman's due;
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Such a brawny Lad you never knew,
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Both Proper, Straight and Tall,
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And lusty Limbs withal,
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Oh, such a Man behold,
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If he was to be sold,
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He's worth his Weight in Gold.
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This Will, has prov'd h[i]mself a Man of Skill.
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When at the Lady's Table,
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He as Servant waited,
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She little thought him Able,
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To do what is related;
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Yet when her Knight was laid in Grave,
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None alive but William would she have,
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She made him out of hand,
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The Lord of all her Land;
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Which kindness to requite,
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He yields her the delight
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And pleasant joys of night,
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For Will, has prov'd himself a Man of Skill.
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His years is two and twenty,
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The Lady's thrice as many,
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Yet having Wealth in Plenty,
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He loves her best of any,
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And she likewise does him adore,
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Having never any Child before;
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And since the deed is done,
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If it should prove a Son,
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We shall great Triumph see,
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For Lords of high Degree,
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Will at the Christning be,
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Since Will, has prov'd hims[e]lf a Man of Skill.
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