An Excellent New Ballad,
INTITULED,
Bide till you be married yet.
To its own proper Tune.
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WHen I was young, as you are now,
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I could have done, as ye can do:
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I could have carri'd as high a Brow,
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As any other young Man, I trow.
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So bide you yet, so bide you yet,
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So bide till you be marri'd yet,
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The Half of that will serve you yet,
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If once that you were marri'd yet.
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But when that you buy the Cat's Salt,
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And get a wicked Wife to prat.
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It's right or wrong she'll on you chat;
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I pray, young Man, take Care of that.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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You have no Wife, nor Bairns to clash,
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Nor yet you need not spend your Cash,
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The World and you did never clash,
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Nor yet your Countenance to dash,
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So bide you yet, etc.
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Neither at home nor yet Abroad,
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Of Burthens you ne're bore a Load;
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The black Cow on your Foot ne're trode,
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Which makes you sing alongst the Rod,
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So bide you yet, etc.
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When you sit up late, and rise so soon,
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And hath nothing to eat at Noon,
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To cut with Knife, or sup with Spoon,
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I'm sure, Young Man. you'll change your Tune.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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When Gold and Money doth you fail,
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And can get none for Bond nor Bail,
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Then all your Friends will change their Sail;
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I'm sure, Young Man you'll change your Tale.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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I pray, young Man, take my Advice,
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And don't you prove over nice,
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Tho' you be favour'd with the Dice,
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There may be Changes in a Trece.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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I was as brisk as you are now,
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For Gold and Money I had too,
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Of Joys and Friends I had enough,
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Till Marriage did me all undo.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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And then the Bairns will call for Bread,
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When you have none to serve their Need,
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At you the Wife will shake her Head,
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And then its Time that you were dead.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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If it fall out you have no Bairns,
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For her to didle in her Arms,
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She will not stand when that it comes,
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To set upon your Head two Horns.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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Then perhaps the Rock or else th' Reil,
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Or some Peice of the Spining Wheel,
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She will drive at you with her Will,
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And then she'll send to the De'il.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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And if your Wife prove good and kind,
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If you want Money to serve her Mind,
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Altho' to Hunger and Thirst inclin'd;
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I'm sure, young Man, you'll change your Mind.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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If you'll remain a single Life,
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I'm sure you're free from Care and Strief,
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Not conjur'd with a wicked Wife,
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That makes one weary of their Life.
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So bide you yet. etc.
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But if I can't with you prevail
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But still you follow your wilful Will,
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Lay by your Money, with Care and Skill,
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For Marriage will from you it call.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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The Maid's Reply.
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I Wonder Man's so void of Sence,
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For to so many Lines commence,
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Against what has been ever since
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That Man was in his Innocence.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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If he were known, who made these Lines,
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He would deserve some broken Bones:
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Shall we starve, who to Meat incline?
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I'm sure there's few that's of his Mind.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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You say, That Wives do scold their Men;
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I find it is your Case at Home,
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You give her Nought to eat or spend,
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Must gain her Living at some Game.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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What makes you slight a married Life,
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But loath to work for Bairns and Wife?
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Where Sloath is, there is always Strife,
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I doubt nothing, but that's your Life.
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So bide you yet, etc.
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But Neighbour Virgins do not fear,
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There Grounds of Comforts, as I hear,
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There few that to his Speech give Ear.
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Because he's known to be a Lier.
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So bide you yet, so bide you yet,
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I hope you'll not miscarry yet,
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So bide you yet, so bide you yet,
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You'll get a Man to marry yet.
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