The Down-ight WOOING
OF
Honest JOHN & BETTY.
To the Tune of, Cold and Raw.
This may be Printed, R. P.
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WEll met my pritty Betty
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happy be our Meeting,
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I prethee on me take pitty,
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and thus he fell a Greeting:
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Thou art she whom I love so dear,
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above all worldly Treasure,
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There's no Love with mine can compare,
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I love thee beyond all measure.
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I wonder John, how it came about,
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that you should love so dearly,
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I fear you do but jeer and flout,
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I prethee don't come near me;
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And don't stand prating at this rate,
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but I prethee now be going,
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Or with my Ladle i'le break thy Pate,
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for I like no deceitful Wooing.
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I prethee Betty be not Coy,
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but let's enjoy the Blessing,
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I'le tell thee what thoust enjoy,
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of Goods I have possessing:
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I have got a Yow and and Lamb,
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with a Cow and Calf together,
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have that will bravely stand,
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will make thee a glad Mother.
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I have a Cupboard and three Chairs,
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with Dishes and a Ladle,
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Beside a Barrel to hold good Beer,
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also a Nursing Cradle:
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I have Spindles, Whirls and Reels,
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with Feather-Bed and Bedding,
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And a new Spinning Wheel,
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which thou shalt have at our Wedding.
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I have a little Dog to Bark,
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if any come to fright thee,
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My House is as safe as Noahs Ark,
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in which I will del[i]ght thee:
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The pritty Crickets they do sing,
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whilst I am in the Barn a Thrashing,
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They'l be pleasing when thou dost Spin,
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or Bake, Brew, or Washing.
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My Mother left me twenty hives of Bees
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which will yield good store of Honey,
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We'l gather up all and none we'l leese,
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it will bring us good store of Money:
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I have eight Pigs and a Sow,
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with Hens and Chickens plenty,
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I have beside all this, I vow,
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two Brood-Geese and Goslins twenty.
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I have got a gay Gold Ring,
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for my pritty Betty,
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And i'le please thee in every thing,
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then I prethee on me take pitty:
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A black Scarf spick and span New,
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Gloves and Ribbons, newest Fashion,
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If thou wilt have me tell me now,
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and don't put me into a passion.
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The Maid began to smile at this,
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and was pleas'd at his Fancy,
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The Bargain she Seald with a Kiss,
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and said, John's the Man I fancy:
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Thou shalt be my hearts delight,
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and I will be thy Honey,
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We'l work together day and night,
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and I hope we shall ne'r want Money.
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The day appointed was with speed,
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when they was to be Marryd,
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Their Friends likewise did agree,
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that nothing should be miscarry'd:
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There was both Wine, Ale and Beer,
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all sorts of Provision plenty,
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A Noise of Musick their hearts to chear,
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Strawberries and Cream most dainty.
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Then they to Dancing went,
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each Lad then with their Lasses,
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They kiss'd each Lass with their consent,
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so the time away they passes:
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The Fidler sung them a Merry Song,
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which caused much Laughter,
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And John began for to think long,
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for the Pastime he should have after.
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