The Wanton Wife of Castle-Gate:
Or, The Boat-mans Delight.
To its own proper New Tune.
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Farewel both Hauk and Hound,
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farewel both Shaft and Bow:
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Farewel all merry pastimes
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and pleasures on a row:
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Farewel my best Beloved
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in whom I put my trust,
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For it's neither grief nor sorrow
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shall harbour in my breast.
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When I was in my prime
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and in my youthful days,
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Much mirth and merry pastime
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and pleasure had always.
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But now my mind is changed,
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and alter'd very sore,
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Because my best beloved
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will fancy me no more.
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I lov'd her, and I prov'd her,
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and I call'd her my dear;
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But alas my beloved
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would not let me come near:
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I often would have kist her,
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but she always said me nay.
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More as ten times have I blest her
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since that she went away.
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Tinkers they are Drunkards,
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and Masons they are blind,
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And Boat-men they make Cuckolds,
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because they're used kind.
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But if you meet a bonny Lass
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with black and rowling eyes,
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You must kiss her and embrace her,
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you may know the reason why.
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You must hug her and kiss her
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and strive to make her yield,
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For a faint-hearted Soldier
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did never gain the Field.
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So strive to lay her down there
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and give the thing you know,
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And when that she receives it,
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she'l be loath to let you go.
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There lives a Wife in Castle Gate.
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but I'le ner declare her name;
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She is both brisk and buxome,
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and fitted for the Game;
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She can knip it, she can trip it,
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as she treads along the Plain;
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Till she meet some jolly Boat-man
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that will turn her back again.
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Her husband is a quiet man,
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and an honest man is he;
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And for to wear the Horns sir
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contented he must be:
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He may wind them at his leisure
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and do the best he can,
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For his Wife will have her pleasure
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with a jolly Boat-man.
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At Pomfret Clock and Tower
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there's Gold and Silver store;
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I hope therefore to find her,
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and then brave boys we'l rore.
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We'l drink Sherry and be merry
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we'l have beer and ale good store,
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And drink to my Lass and thy Lass,
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and all good Lasses more.
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My love she is a fair one,
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and a bonny one is she:
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Most dearly do I love her,
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her name is Mally.
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Her Cheeks are like the Roses,
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that blossoms fresh in June;
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O she's like some new-strung Instrument
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that's newly put in tune.
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O my Mally, my honey,
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O can thou fancy me?
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Then let us to bed haste,
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where we will merry be.
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For good Gold and Silver
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for thee I'le take care,
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And for a large pair of Horns
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for thy Husband to wear.
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You young men and Batchelors
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that hears this pritty Jest,
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Be not of the Opinion
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this couple did profess;
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But be kind to your wives,
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and your sweet-hearts alway:
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And God will protect you
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by night and by day.
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