Mirth for Citizens: Or, A Comedy for the Country.
Shewing
A young Farmer and his unfortunate marriage,
His wife is so churlish & currish in carriage
He married her for beauty, fors own delight
Now he repents it both day and night.
By physiognomy adviseth youngmen that at Wenches skip,
To be sure to look before that they leap,
To leap at venture, & catch a fall,
Raising the forehead break horns and all.
Tune of, Ragged, torn, and true.
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HEy boys my Fathers dead,
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and what need I to fear,
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With gold and silver I am sped,
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and have fifty pound a year:
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Then why should I be single,
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I will not lead the life;
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My gold and silver doth gingle,
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a wooing ile go for a wife.
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Sure thrice happy am I
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if I obtain this Bride,
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Theres none can her come nigh
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in all the whole world beside.
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A dainty fine Lass I know
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as ever England bred;
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Her skin is as white as Snow
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and her hair of a Crimson red:
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She lives but in our Town,
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she is vertuous, chaste, and wise,
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If I win her my joys are crownd
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besides a matchless prize.
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Sure [thrice] happy etc.
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Ile get her Fathers good will,
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and Mothers too beside;
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Then next ile try my skill
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to win this lovely Bride:
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Ile hug her and buss her and kiss her,
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in her lies all my pride:
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As Conventicle Dick served his sister,
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and tother thing too beside.
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Sure thrice happy etc.
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She hath two hundred pound to her portion
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and I a great deal of Land:
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Thus shall I come quick to promotion,
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for love I take her by the hand:
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But when I went to be married,
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I was in the height of my pride;
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Brave gallants on horseback was carried,
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to accompany me and my Bride.
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Sure thrice happy am I
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that I have obtained this Bride,
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Theres none can to her come nigh
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in all the whole World beside.
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O we had a gallant brave wedding indeed,
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and delicate dishes store,
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Those were welcome which were of our biding,
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but little we minded the poor:
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O we had both Sack and Canary,
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and the Musick bravely did play,
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O then I drank Sack and Sherry,
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I thought it would never be day:
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Sure thrice happy etc.
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When I and my Bride was in bed
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on my wedding-day at night,
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My fancies with pleasures she fed,
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for I had my full delight:
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She shewed me Venus School
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and with me she did daddle,
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But I a young puny fool,
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did quickly fall out of the saddle.
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Sure thrice happy etc.
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But then on the morrow morn,
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O she laughed me to scorn:
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O she drank sack and canary in Silver,
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and made me drink out of a horn,
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But when our wedding did cease
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and our brave banquets were done,
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My joys did quickly decrease,
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and my sorrows soon after begun,
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sure thrice happy etc.
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She told me she would be Master,
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and all the whole houshold guide,
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I told her it gave disaster,
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she said it should quickly be tryd:
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Then against her I took stick,
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thinking she durst not come nigh,
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With a cudgel my bones she did lick,
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that for pardon I quickly did cry:
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sure thrice happy etc.
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Shes grown so devilish curst,
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and in it she takes a pride,
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Makes nothing my head to burst
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and bang my bones beside:
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She makes me go to Plough,
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ditch, hedge, and thrash beside,
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And Jack come serve the Jow,
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to this slavery im tyd.
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sure thrice happy etc.
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I do get up in a morn,
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and for her make a fire,
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im a Cuckold and laught to scorn;
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a holly-Crab pays my hire:
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Then her clothes she gets on her,
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Sugar-sops must ready be,
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And I forsooth wait on her,
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with vowing on my Knee:
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Sure thrice happy etc.
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At dinner she is stout,
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that by her I must now stand,
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To wait with a Napkin on my arm,
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and a Trencher in my hand:
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Some desire I may them pledge,
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and she is full of hate,
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If I kiss not my hand and make a leg,
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she lays me over the pate:
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Another thing troubles my head
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and grieves me worse than this,
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When her Comrade is with her in bed
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I must reach her the pot to piss:
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I must draw her a cup of long tipple,
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if it be a cold Frosty night,
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Or she beats me as lame as a Cripple,
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O the Busts pizel doth me fright.
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Sure thrice happy etc.
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She kicks me about the house
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and puts me in bodily fears,
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I dare not say dun is the Mouse,
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she pinches me through the ears.
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She makes horns at me & doth slight me,
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and makes me a Jackanokes,
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She kicks me, she pricks me, and bites me
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O I feel her devilish strokes.
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Sure thrice happy etc.
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I wish young-men hereafter
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be not too quick in wooing their wives,
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And beware of red-hair disaster,
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or repent it all days of their lives:
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Chuse a wench of a dark brown hair,
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and one of a middle size,
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Cole black will fill thee with care,
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and lodge others betwixt her thighs.
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Sure thrice happy am I
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if I obtain this Bride,
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Theres none can her come nigh
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in all the whole World beside.
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By Abraham Miles.
The pretty by-names this young woman hath for her Husband. A simple Simon, a Tom Nichols, Jack
Adams, a Muddy-braind Cuckold, a Hopping Dick, a Nicknindigo the Devils Turnspit. Here follows
his potion of Dyet for several days of the week, of a Monday, if he riseth not betimes in the morning,
instead of posset she comes up with a Holly Crab, and pays him about in his Shirt; on Tuesdays she bangs
his back with a good Cudgel; on Wednesdays she kicks his breech, and lugs his Ears, instead of feeding him
with Beef and Souce; on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, she pays his back with a Bulls pizle, till he
cries, O good Wife, I will never do so no more.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Py-corner.
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