THE
Complaining Bridgroom:
OR,
ROGER's Repentance
AFTER
MARRIAGE.
To an excellent new Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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'TWas early one morning, the Cock had just crow'd;
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Sing hey ding, hoe ding, langtridown derry;
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My Holiday Clothes on, and Face new mow'd,
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With a hey down, hoe down, drink your brown Berry:
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The Sky was all painted, no Scarlet so red,
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For the Sun was just getting out of her bed,
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When Teresa and I when to Church to be sped,
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With a hey ding, hoe ding, shall I come to Wooe thee?
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Hey ding, hoe ding, will ye Buckle to me?
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Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, derry, derry, derry,
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Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, hey langtudown derry.
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Her Face was as fair, as if't had been in Print,
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Sing hey ding, etc.
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And her small Ferret eyes did lovingly Squint,
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With a hey down, etc.
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Yet her Mouth had been damag'd with Comfits and Plumbs,
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And her Teeth that were useless for biting her Thumbs,
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Had late, like ill Tennants, forsaken her Gums,
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With a hey ding, hoe ding, etc.
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Her beautiful Face does like Tallow appear,
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Sing hey ding, etc.
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Her sweet Sparrow-mouth reaching from ear to ear,
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With a hey down, etc.
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With a delicate Snout like a young sucking Pig,
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With a Hump on her Back, which is fairly as big
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As a Pumpking, and sweetly she dances a Jigg,
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With a hey ding, hoe ding, etc.
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But when Night came on, and we both were a bed,
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Sing hey ding, etc.
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Such strange things were done, there's no more to be said,
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With a hey down, etc.
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Next morning her head ran of mending her gown;
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And mine was plagu'd how to pay Piper a crow,
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And so we rose up the same Fools we lay down,
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With hey ding, hoe ding, etc.
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To speak of the Portion that with her I met,
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Sing hey ding, etc.
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She had five Groats in Mony, and ten Pound in debt,
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With a hey ding, etc.
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And therefore the Duns daily knock'd at my door
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For her Topping and Smickets, bought two Years be-fore,
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Yet if ever I pay it, I'm a Son of a Whore,
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With a hey ding, hoe ding, etc.
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I make no great doubt but she'll be a true Bride,
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Sing hey ding, etc.
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No Gallant will venture to lye by side,
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With hey down, etc.
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For of't in her Sleep she will send forth a smell,
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Which is able to Poyson old Nick out of Hell;
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In a Wife, I declare, I am fitted right well,
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With a hey ding, hoe ding, etc.
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We now have been Marry'd two Months and a Day,
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Sing hey ding, hoe ding, lantridown derry;
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Yet since the first Night, faith, I never did play,
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With a hey down, hoe down, drink your brown Berry;
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It is but a folly to make a dispute,
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I would swop her, and give twenty Guinneys to boot,
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For one that is Buxome, who has a fine Lute,
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With a hey ding, hoe ding, shall I come to Wooe thee?
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Hey ding, hoe ding, will you Buckle to me?
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Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, derry, derry, derry,
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Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, hey langtudown derry.
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FINIS.
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