The Jealous old Dotard:
OR,
The Discovery of Cuckoldry:
A Pleasant New Song.
Old Men beware when you young Wenches wed,
Least Lusty Gallants do ascend your Bed;
And horn your palsie-pates, for Youthful Blood
Fair Venuss pastime never yet withstood:
Tis fit that all old Men should Cuckolds be,
Who think young women Love a sapless Tree.
To a pleasant new Tune.
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Whether art thou going my old man?
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my old man, I will call him my Lamb,
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And whether art thou going my sweet old man?
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my sweetest man alive?
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To the Ale-house you Who----
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When wilt thou come home my old man,
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my old man? I will call him my Lamb;
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And when wilt thou come home my sweet old man,
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my sweetest man alive?
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At night you Slut----
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What wilt thou have for Supper my old man,
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my old man? I will call him my Lamb:
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& what wilt thou have for supper my sweet old man,
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my sweetest man alive?
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Eggs you Who----
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Where shall I boyl them my old man,
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my old man? I will call him my Lamb,
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And where shall I boyl them my sweet old man,
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my sweetest man alive?
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In the Fu[rn]ace you Slut--
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How many wilt thou have my old man,
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my old man? I will call him my Lamb;
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And how many wilt thou have my sweet old man,
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my sweetest man alive?
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A thousand you Who----
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I fear they will surfeit thee my old man,
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my old man, I will call him my Lamb;
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I fear they will surfeit thee my sweet old man,
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my sweetest man alive.
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Then ile dye you Slut---
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And why wilt thou dye my old man,
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my old man? I will call him my Lamb;
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And why wilt thou dye my sweet old man,
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my sweetest man alive?
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Cause ile be buryd you Who---
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And where wilt thou be buryd my old man,
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my old man? I will call him my Lamb;
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And where wilt thou be buryd my sweet old man,
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my sweetest man alive?
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In the Chimney-corner you Slut---
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Why wilt thou be buryd there my old man
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my old man? I will call him my Lamb,
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Why wilt thou be buryd there my sweet old man,
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my sweetest man alive?
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Cause ile hear the Pot boyl you Who--
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Why art thou so cross my old man,
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my old man? I will call him my Lamb;
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Why art thou so cross my sweet old Man,
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my sweetest man alive?
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Cause you Cuckold me you Slut--
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Leave off your jealousie my old man,
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my old man, I will call him my Lamb;
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Leave off your jealousie my sweet old man,
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my sweetest old man alive:
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I am Horn-mad you Who---
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Oh pray say not so my old man,
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my old Man I will call him my Lamb:
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Oh pray say not so my sweet old man,
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my sweetest Man alive:
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I know its true ye Slut---
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Who told you of it my old man,
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my old man I will call him my Lamb;
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Who told you of it my sweet old Man,
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my sweetest old man alive:
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I peepd through the Key-hole ye Wh---
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Alas but with who my old man,
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my old man, I will call him my Lamb:
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Alas but with who my sweet old man,
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my sweetest old man alive:
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With a nimble Weaver ye Slut---
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Hes young and lusty my old Man,
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my old man I will call him my Lamb;
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Hes young and lusty my sweet old man,
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my sweetest old man alive:
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Why am not I so too ye Slut---
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No youre en sapless, my old man,
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my old man I will call him my Lamb;
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No youre en sapless my sweet old man,
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my sweetest old man alive:
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And must I be hornd fort ye Wh--
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Yes, I cant help it, my old man,
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my old man I will call him my Lamb;
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Yes, I cant help it my sweet old man,
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my sweetest old man alive:
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Then all the Town shall knowt ye Slut---
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