THE
Victualar's Wifes Kindness
TO THE
Jolly Horse-Courser.
Who would not turn her Husband's new Lodger
out of door in his Absence, but Entertained him
for his dear sake.
Tune of, The Baffled Knight.
Licensed according to Order.
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YOu Victualers all I pray attend,
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here is a New Pleasant Ditty,
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Which I in Merriment have penn'd,
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wonderful true and pritty.
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In Hosier-lane, as I am told,
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a woman of your Profession,
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She was afraid of taking cold,
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therefore 'twas her discretion.
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To get a Friend to keep her warm,
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why should a young wife lye wishing?
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In this there could be no great harm,
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her Husband was gone a Fishing.
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A Customer he was, I say,
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then why should a Husband mind it,
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Besides, he shew'd him first the way,
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for fear that he should not find it.
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This was a Horse-Courser by Trade,
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a man that is brisk and ready,
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There could not be a bolder Blade,
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to lye with a sweet Landlady.
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'Tis like you'd have me tell you how,
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he happen'd to gain her Favour,
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Why this I will resolve you now,
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no manner of Coin he gave her.
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By chance he did a Lodging lack,
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and being thus disappointed,
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Her Husband laid him at his back,
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and so they came first acquainted.
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Sometimes he sat up late to drink,
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he being with drink delighted,
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But he alas! did little think,
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that he should be thus invited.
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But coming there a night or two,
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and being wet winter weather,
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I faith they made no more adue,
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but lovingly Pigg'd together.
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But here comes all the plague and strife,
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which made her good Husband brangle,
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He had left the Lodger with his wife,
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while he went abroad to Angle.
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Her Husband slaid till twelve or more,
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Customers was departed,
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What must she turn him out of door?
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she could not be so hard hearted.
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To Bed they went without delay,
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the woman and this Horse-Courser,
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But what they did I will not say,
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they tell me he did not force her.
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At first her Husband let him lye,
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who knew that his mind would waver!
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How could he think she should deny
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a Person so small a Favour.
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Besides, poor heart, she did not know,
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what her Honest Man intended,
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Thought she, if I should let him go,
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perhaps he may be offended.
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It was her duty, love and care,
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she thought of no evil action,
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Yet her dear man does curse and swear,
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and makes a most sad distraction.
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But wherefore does he make this din,
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O let him leave off his swearing,
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He has his loving wife again,
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she's never the worse for wearing.
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