Labour in Vain.
OR,
The Taylor no Man,
Containing, the Lamentation of his Buxom
Wife, for her hard Usage, and his Insufficiency.
Tune of, Let Mary Live Long . Licensed according to Order .
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YOung Women I pray
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Be pleased to pity
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My sorrowful ditty,
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This Eighteen Months day
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I have been a Bride;
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Yet I'll make it appear,
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I am never the near,
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I'm forced to complain,
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My Husband he Treats me,
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My Husband he Treats me,
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With Labour in vain.
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'Tis very well known,
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I am a sweet Beauty,
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If he did his duty,
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This sorrowful moan,
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I need never make;
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But I'm made a meer fool
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By a fumbling tool,
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Which makes me complain,
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And weep when he Treats me,
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And weep when he Treats me,
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With Labour in vain.
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A Taylor good Lord,
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He is by profession,
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Who wanting discretion,
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He shall be obhorr'd
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By me I declare,
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For the Cabbidging Knave,
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Tho' I covet and crave,
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He lets me complain,
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And Treats me with nothing,
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And Treats me with nothing,
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But Labour in vain,
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In Cucumber time,
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I kept my self quiet,
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Concluding his Diet,
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Occasion'd this Crime,
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I mean his neglect.
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But the Cucumbers cold
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I knew would not hold,
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So I would not complain,
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'Tis all one he Treats me,
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'Tis all one he Treats me,
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With Labour in vain.
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I feed him he knows
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With dainties at pleasure,
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That he in some measure
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Might readily close
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To give me content:
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I have made him Cock-broth,
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And yet by my troth
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No comfort I gain,
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He Treats me with nothing,
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He Treats me with nothing,
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But Labour in vain.
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Altho' I may strive
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To stiffle my passion,
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My grief and vexation,
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What woman alive
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Would suffer this wrong,
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Tis a wonder each day,
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That I don't run astray,
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Some comfort to gain,
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So long as he Treats me,
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So long as he Treats me
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With Labour in vain.
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Well, had I but known,
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That when I was wedded,
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And lawfully bedded,
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That he like a stone,
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Or log, would have lain,
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I would ne're have been caught,
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But who would have thought
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He'd let me complain,
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And Treat me with nothing,
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And Treat me with nothing,
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But Labour in vain.
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With grief I'm opprest
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Which I cannot smother,
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I'd fain be a Mother
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As well as the rest,
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I'm Buxom and Young,
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But declare it I can,
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That a Taylor's no Man,
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He lets me complain,
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And Treats me with nothing,
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And Treats me with nothing
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But Labour in vain.
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