THE
OLD WOMAN's
RESOLUTION:
OR,
A Dialogue betwixt Jack Drumbold and his Old Granny Gregory,
who Vow'd she would Marry though Fourscore years and Ten
because she would Shoe her Horse round.
To the Tune of I marry and thank ye too:
Licensed according to Order.
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THere was an old Woman then,
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who had a great mind to Wed,
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Who was full Fourscore years and Ten,
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and had not a Tooth in her Head.
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With Age she doth grunt and groan,
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each Night as she lyes in Bed,
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But yet a Husband's all her tone,
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although not a Tooth in her Head.
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She has a Grandson call'd Jack,
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by whom she's often lead:
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Quoth he, Do you a Husband lack,
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and yet not a Tooth in your Head?
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Why Sirrah, she then reply'd,
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My Cheeks they are Crimson Red,
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Therefore I hope to be a Bride,
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I have a Colt's Tooth in my head.
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Dear Granny, quoth Jack, not so,
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your Face is like Winter dead,
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Likewise your Hair's as white as Snow,
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and not a good Tooth in your Head.
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The Old Woman told him streight,
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she'd Cuff him for what he'd said,
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I must and will enjoy a Mate,
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I have a Colt's Tooth in my Had.
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Why Granny, quoth he, you're old,
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and hardly can crawl to Bed,
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Your Limbs is stiff, your Bloud is cold,
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and not a good Tooth in your Head.
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Her Crutch streight she made him feel,
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and likewise in a Passion said,
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I am as nimble as an Eel,
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and have a Colt's Tooth in my Head.
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Good Granny, be not in a heat,
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for you are too old to Wed;
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Pray think upon a Winding-sheet,
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you han't a good Tooth in your Head.
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Why Sirrah, I amn't Fivescore,
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and therefore I vow to Wed,
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What! would you have me play the Whore?
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I have a Colt's Tooth in my head.
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Quoth Jack, Your alluring Charms,
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must needs please a Man in Bed,
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To have cold Death lye in his Arms,
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you han't a good Tooth in your Head.
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Quoth she, Are you Sawcy still?
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I' faith I will strike you dead;
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But Rascal now say what you will
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I have a Colt's Tooth in my Head.
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Sometimes I am dull by chance,
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but streight I am Cherry-red,
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A Cogue will make me skip and daunce,
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I have a Colt's Tooth in my Head.
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I have had Three honest Men,
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which now are laid under Ground,
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And tho' I am Fourscore and ten,
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I reckon too shoe my Horse round,
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Why then, said her Grandson Jack,
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I will in a Bond be bound,
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If you a Hazle-Nut can crack,
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that then you shall shoe your Horse round.
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Then she to her Trumps was put,
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but streight a quere way she found
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For with her Crutch she crack'd the Nut,
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because she would shoe her Horse round.
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The Old Woman won the Day,
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she caper'd an iuch from Ground,
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I'll have a Husband by my Fay,
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and then I shall shoe my Horse round.
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