Joy and sorrow mixt together:
Or, a pleasant new Ditty, wherein you may find
Conceits that are pretty to pleasure your mind.
To the tune of, Such a Rouge would be hangd.
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HAng sorrow, lets cast away care,
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for now I do meane to be merry;
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Weel drink some good Ale and strong Beere,
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with Sugar, and Clarret, and Sherry.
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Now Ile have a Wife of mine own,
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I shall have no need for to borrow:
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I would have it for to be known,
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that I shall be married to morrow.
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Heres a health to my Bride that shall be,
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come pledge it you boon merry blades:
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The day I much long for to see,
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we will be as merry as the Maides.
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I long have sought out for a Wife,
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before that I any could see:
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But now for to end all the strife,
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I have found one that pleaseth me.
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She is a brave gallant indeed,
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besides she is loving and kind:
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Good luck had I so well to speed,
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she is according to my mind.
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Heres a health to my Bride that shall be,
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come pledge it you boon merry blades:
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To morrows the day you shall see,
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we will be as merry, etc.
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Dame Nature hath shewed her Art
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in framing my Love so compleat,
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Shees handsomely made in each part,
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her like is not in my conceit:
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Her haire it doth glitter like gold,
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her eyes like to Stars do appeare:
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Shees beautious for to behold,
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yet she is my joy and my deere.
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Heres a health to my Bride that shall be,
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come pledge it, etc.
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Theres many a one will admire,
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how I should obtain such a Lasse:
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But now shes mine, gold shall not buy her,
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for ever I will her imbrace:
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Besides shes a friend that will give
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ten pound to me when I am married,
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This will maintain us while we live,
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and if things be orderly carried.
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Heres a health, etc.
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This man is a friend to my Lasse,
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I doubt not but so heel remain:
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He tels me what ere come to passe,
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my labour shall not be in vain,
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If he his own promise do keep,
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tis likely with me to go well:
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This makes me both waking and sleep
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to think of my bonny sweet Nell.
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Heres a health, etc.
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Now is the sad night overpast,
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and day chearefully doth appeare,
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To Church with my Nell Ile make hast,
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to voyd all suspicion and feare:
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All you that will now go along,
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I pray you not to use delay;
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Delay oftentimes causeth wrong,
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Im joyfull of this happy day.
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Now heres a health to my Bride,
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come pledge it you boon merry blades,
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And to all married couples beside,
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weell now be as merry as the Maides.
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Now wedding and all being done
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and finished as he did desire,
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The Company homewards were gone,
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the Bride a bed, and he lay by her:
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Some speeches there past them between,
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which made him his bargaine repent,
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The next morning as it doth seem,
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the Bridegroom began to relent,
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Hel now drink no more to his Bride,
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nor yet to no boon merry blades;
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Now he layes his joyes all aside,
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he is not so merry as the Maides.
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The second part now makes the young man complain,
He wisheth with heart, he were unwedded again.
To the same tune.
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YOu young men Im marryed too soon,
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my Wife she is not what she seemd,
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Alas I am now quite undone,
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now sorrow comes which I never deemd:
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In Wiveing I have made too much hast,
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I would the fast knot were untide,
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If my wedding day were not past,
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I would not be tide to my Bride.
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Im wedded to sorrow and pain,
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now farewell all my merry blades;
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Would I were unmarried again,
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I would be as merry as the Maides.
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My Wifes not what I thought she was,
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the more is my grief and my care;
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She proves to me but a crackt glasse,
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alas I am catcht in a snare:
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She was promisd me to be sound,
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but now I find tis nothing so,
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Would I were rid of her ten pound,
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so that I were rid of her too.
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Im wedded to sorrow, etc.
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The man that did give me the money,
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I doubt that he had the best share,
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It seems he did love my sweet honey,
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and still doth so I greatly feare:
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But now here is the worst of all,
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my Wife she proves to be with Barn,
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The Child it will me Father call,
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although me it nothing concern.
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Im wedded, etc.
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My Wife was with Child long before
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that I married her, I do find,
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Tis folly to say any more,
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and yet it doth trouble my mind:
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If I ask her in loving sort,
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to whom she her Maiden-head did give,
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With words she doth cut me off short,
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saying, I shall never know while I live.
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Im wedded, etc.
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What Man living can brook this wrong,
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to Father another Mans Child?
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Yet I were as good hold my tongue,
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now I find that I am beguild:
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With patience I must be content,
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tis many mens Fortune like mine,
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Now I have no way to prevent,
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this I might have foreseen in time.
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Im wedded to sorrow, etc.
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Before I was wed I nere thought
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of any such matter at all,
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I thought a great price I had caught,
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but now my reward is but small:
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Tis true indeed I have ten pound,
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and a dainty curious fine Wife;
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But had I known what I have found,
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I would have lived a single life.
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I[]m wedded, etc.
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Let young men take warning by me,
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for Maidens are dangerous ware,
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I have got a Wife and some money,
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and yet I have bought her too deare:
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For cunningly I am buguild,
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unto all my Neighbors tis known,
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Now I must Father a Child,
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although it be none of mine own.
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Im wedded to sorrow and pain,
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now farewell all my merry blades,
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Would I were unmarried againe,
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I would be as merry as the Maids.
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