A NEW
Merry Medley
Containing a Fit of Innocent mirth in melancholy Times: Together, with a
Health to the man in the Moon.
Tune of, Fond Boy,
Licensed according to Order.
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(1)
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HEre is a New Medley of pastime enough.
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My Grand mother was an Old wife in a Ruff,
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I will go to the Captain and fall on my Knees,
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Shon ap Morgan loves Leeks and her good tosted sheese,
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And Jockey to Genny he prov'd a saw Loon,
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Here's a Health in full Bowls to the Man in the Moon.
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(2)
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There was a young Damsel both Boony and Brown,
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If I live to grow Old for I find I grow down,
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Fourpence half-penny Farthing. A Taylors no man,
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Now there was an Old Prince and his name was K John,
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I would have a Figgary but where is my Wife,
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A dish of good meat is the stay of mans life.
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(3)
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There was a Blind Beggar that long lost his sight,
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Fairest Synthia the beauty was Strephon's delight,
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Now a Coach cannot pass in the street for a Carr,
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For Peggy's gone over Sea with a Soldier;
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Let us go from the Temple away to the Bed,
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I will tell you I have a Colts Tooth in my Head.
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(4)
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I am a stout Pavior and Stones I can lay,
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Now arise my dear Cloris 'tis all abroad day,
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Now I am a Maid and a very good Maid,
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Pray remember last Winter I learn'd you your Trade:
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And how vain are the sordid Intreagues of the Town,
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Pritty Nancy will never take less than a Crown,
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(5)
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The Merry-Gold opens and spreads with the Sun,
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I am Marry'd good People and yet I'm undone;
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True Blew will near stain, let the Bottles go round,
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Oh the Arrows of Cupid fair Phillis did wound;
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Young Gallants will Tipple, nay, Hector and Swear,
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Pritty Sue was catcht Napin, as Mass catcht his Mare.
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(6)
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There was a bold Keeper that Chased the Deer
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The Parson he Kisses Young Nancy we hear:
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Sweet Katy of Windsor she Rid to the Mill,
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My thing is my own and I'll keep it so still;
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This is my dearest Love how do ye like of her hoe,
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Whipping Tom is a coming fair Sillo my Foe.
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(7)
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The Pudding and Dumpling is burnt to the Pot,
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Pretty Nancy I'll treat thee and pay the whole shot,
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Here is Silver and Gold the tother thing too,
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Precious Bells and a Curril sweet Ladys for you;
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Therefore buy my fine Fancies, oh buy them up soon,
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That I may sell all my New Songs a ver boon.
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