Tom Farthing:
OR,
The Married Womans Complaint.
To a New Tune, well known by the same Name.
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TOm Farthing, Tom Farthing,
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Where hast thou bin? Tom Farthing?
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Twelve a clock ere thou come in,
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Four or five ere thou begin,
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Lye all night and do nothing,
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Twould make a woman weary, weary,
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Twould make a woman weary.
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Hadst thou bin a lively Lad,
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And gin me part of what thoudst had,
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It would have made my heart full glad:
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And made me wondrous merry, merry,
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And made, etc.
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But thou art a Country clown,
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Sometimes up and sometimes down;
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Still doing what was never yet done,
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Twould make a woman, sorry, sorry,
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Twould, etc.
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Tom Farthing, Tom Farthing,
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Thou bungler art, Tom Farthing,
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Was ever Woman fumbled so,
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With always bobbing too and fro,
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Now too high, and now too low,
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Twould make a woman weary, weary,
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Twould etc.
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If thou hadst but held me tot,
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With hip and lip, and leg and foot,
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Besides the other thing to boot,
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Twould have made me wondrous merry, merry,
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Twould, etc.
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But riveld up like Chitterlin,
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Thourt sometimes out and, sometimes in
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And all thou dosts not worth a pin,
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Which makes me wondrous sorry, sorry,
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Which makes me wondrous sorry.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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TOm Farthing, Tom Farthing,
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Thou makst me mad, Tom Farthing,
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Twas not for this I did thee wed,
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Nor brought thee to my marriage bed,
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But twas to lose my Maiden-head,
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Of which im wondrous weary, weary,
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Of which I am wondrous weary.
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Couldst thou once but do the feat,
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And shew thy self to be no cheat,
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My very heart with joy would beat,
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And twould make me wondrous merry, merry,
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And etc.
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But by thy side thou idle droan,
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I lie like one that lies alone,
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And remedy I can get none,
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Which makes me wondrous sorry sorry,
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Which makes me wondrous sorry.
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Tom Farthing, Tom Farthing,
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Farewel, farewel, Tom Farthing,
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Since by thee it cant be done,
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Ile now go pick of anothers bone,
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For meat from thee I can get none,
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Which makes me wondrous weary, weary
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Which etc.
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And though a Womans such, you cry,
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That no one can her wants supply,
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Ile find out one shall satisfie;
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And make me wondrous merry, merry,
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And, etc.
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For since thou never yet hast dont
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Ile bid no more, a pox upont,
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But venture let what will come ont,
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And never more be sorry sorry,
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And etc,
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Tom Farthing, Tom Farthing,
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A warning be Tom Farthing,
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Henceforward that no woman take,
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A Fumbler for Tom Farthings sake:
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Unless she will him Cuckold make,
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For hel make her damnable wearry, weary
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For hel make, etc.
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But if a Husband must be had,
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Try him first or else your mad,
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Then should he prove a capering Lad,
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Hel make you wondrous merry, merry,
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And of him youl ner be weary.
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