THE
Old MISER Slighted:
OR,
The Young Lasses Resolution to Marry the Young
Man that she Loves, and not be troubled with the Groans of
Gouty Fornicator, for the Benefit of his Riches.
To the Tune of I often for my Jenny strove. Licensed according to Order.
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MY Mother duns me eery day,
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to marry with a Miser then,
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Whose bloud is Cold, and locks are Grey
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for Age, above Threescore and Ten:
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He hath Coffers crammd with Treasure,
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Yet Ill not be bought or sold;
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A brisk young Gallant has a Talent,
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Which is better woth than Gold.
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He profferd me a Diamond Ring,
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a Watch with Ribbons, Gloves, & Fan;
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To House and Home he would me bring,
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but ah! he was an Aged Man:
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Therefore I could never love him,
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For he lookd like Winter cold,
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A brisk young Gallant has a Talent,
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Which is better worth than Gold.
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With all he had hed me endue,
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which was both Lands and Cattel store;
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As likewise Pigs, Geese, Turkies too,
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all feeding at his own Barn Door:
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Yet I valud not his Treasure,
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His Arms neer should me enfold;
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A brisk young Gallant has a Talent,
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Which is better worth than Gold.
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The old Man gets me on his Knee,
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and will sometimes soft Kisses take,
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The which dos much discomfort me,
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to see his Aged Noddle shake,
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And his Hands with Palsie tremble,
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While he dos my Waste enfold:
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A brisk young Gallant has a Talent,
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Which is better worth than Gold.
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With Gout and Stone he lyes in Bed,
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to groan out the long tedious Night,
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While my true Fancy should be fed,
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with that which is my chief Delight:
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What can he a greater Torment,
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To be in Choice thus Contrould?
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A brisk young Gallant has a Talent,
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Which is better worth than Gold.
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Pray what can be a greater Crime,
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than such like Matches to contrive?
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I will not loose my Teeming time,
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for neer a Doating Fool alive:
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I am Buxome, Brisk and Aiery,
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Therefore will not be Contrould;
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A brisk young Gallant has a Talent,
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Which is better worth than Gold.
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We find the Aged Snowy Head,
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is often filld with Jealousie,
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Therefore with no such one Ill Wed,
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although I might a Lady be:
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The young Man thats Brisk and Aiery,
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I in him can Charms behold;
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The choicest Blessing still possessing,
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True Love is better worth than Gold.
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