Crafty KATE of CHOLCHESTER:
OR, THE
False hearted Clothier Frighted into good manners.
Tune of, the j[e]alous Lover, or Languishing Swain.
Licensed according to Order.
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YOU that in merriment delight,
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Pray listen now to what I write,
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Then will you satisfaction find,
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to Cure a melancholly mind.
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A Damsel liv'd in Colchester,
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And there a Cloathier Courted her,
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For two months space both night and day,
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And yet the Damsel said him nay.
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the Cloathier's son he then Reply['d],
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If you Refuse to be my bride,
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it soon will prove my Overthrow,
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then dearest do not answer no.
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Said she were i to Love inclin'd,
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perhaps you soon would change your mind
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And Court some other Damsel fair,
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For men are falese i do declare
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by all that's good my dearest love
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i never will unfaithful prove,
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then grant me what i do request,
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So shall we both be ever blest.
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He many protestations made,
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And like a loyal lover said:
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There's none but thee shall be my Wife,
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The joy and comfort of my life.
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This said at length she gave consent,
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To marry him, likewise they went,
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Unto her friends and Parents who
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Did grant their love and liking too,
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But see the fruits of cursed gold,
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He left his loyal love behold,
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With and sorrows compas'd round,
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When he a greater fortune found.
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A [L]awyer's Daughter fair and bright,
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Her Parents joy and hearts delight,
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He was resolv'd to make his spouse,
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Denying all his former Vows,
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Now When the damsel came to hear,
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That she must lose her only dear,
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And for the Lawyer's Daughters sake.
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Thought she some sport with him i'll make,
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She knew that e'ry night he came
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From his new love Nancy by Name,
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Sometimes at ten a Clock or more,
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Kate to a tanner went therefore.
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She borrow'd there an old Cow-Hide,
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With crooked horns both large and wide,
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And having wrapt her self therein,
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She did her new intreague begin.
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she in a lonesome Field did stay,
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the Cloathier came at length that way,
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Where he was sorely scar'd by her
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She look't so like old Lucifer.
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A hairy Hide, Horns on her head,
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Which full three foot asunder spread,
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Besides he see a long black tail,
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He strove to run but feet did fail.
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She quickly seiz'd him by the Coat,
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then with a grim and dreadful Note
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She cry'd you leave poor Kate, I hear,
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And woe the Lawyer's Daughter dear,
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since you have been so false to her,
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You perjur'd Knave of Colechester,
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you shall whether you will or no,
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Unto my gloomy Region go.
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this voice did so affrighten him,
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that there he trembl'd e'ry Limb;
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Sweet Master Devil spare me now,
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And i'll perform my former vow.
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i'll make youn Kate my lawful bride;
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Well see you do the Devil cry'd,
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Or you shall hear of me again,
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if Kate against you does complain.
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then home he went, tho' very late,
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He ne'er imagin'd this was Kate,
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that put him into such a fright,
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therefore-next day by morning light,
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He went to Kate and marryd her,
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For fear of this old Lucifer:
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Her friends and parents thought it strange
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there should be such a sudden change.
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Kate did not let her parents know,
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Nor any other Friend or Foe,
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till she a year had marry'd been,
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then told it at her Gossiping.
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it plea'd the women to the heart,
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who said she bravely play[']d, her part,
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Her husband laught as well as they,
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this was a Jovial merry [day]
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