The Lovers Prophesie:
When all these Things shall come to pass
You in this Paper read
If I can find a pretty Lass
I'le marryed be indeed.
To the Tune of the Doubting Virgin, Or, Buggering Oats prepare thy Neck.
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WOuld you know when I will marry
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To a pretty comely Lass
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I no longer mean to tarry
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Then till these things do come to pass
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When Phaebus doth dry up the Ocean
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And give o're his glittering Light,
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When Rich men they shall scorn a Portion
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Then my Love and i'le Unite
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When Lead shall turned be to Silver
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And be dearer far than Gold
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When a Nut-shell shall be worth a Gilder
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'Twill be wondrous to behold
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When Coblers they, the Land shall Sway
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And Luna shall no more Shine bright
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When Pudding-Pyes, drop from the Skyes
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Then my love, etc.
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when Millers shall no more be Thievish
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And no longer look for tole
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when Sick People are not peevish
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And a Mountains lesser than a Mole
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when Soldiers they, refuse their pay
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And a Pigmy with a Gyant fight
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when Dumb men speak Hebrew and Greek
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Then my Love etc.
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when Deaf men shall hear the Thunder
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And Blind-men the lightning see
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when whores at themselves shall wonder
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And admire their Chastity:
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when wicked Cheats, ne'r walk the Streets
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Nor in their Rogueries delight
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when raging Storms, shall do no Harms
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Then my love, etc.
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When Taylors shall no more be Cheaters
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But in all things justly do
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when armless men shall be Drum-beaters
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It will be strange to all mens view
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when Men half starv'd no food regard
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But shall in fasting take delight,
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when Rich men they throw Gold away,
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Then my Love, etc.
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when Barbers trim without their Razors
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And men and women naked go
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when Glass no more is us'd by Glasiers
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And when the wind no more shall blow
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when warriers shall desire to fall
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By those against whom they do fight
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And quarrels shall, be ended all
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Then my love, etc.
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when womens Tongues shall all be silent
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As that I fear will never be
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And when they speak shall pause a while on't
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And they no more shall angry be
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when Cuckolds altogether muster,
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'Twill surely be a pleasant sight
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And all the whores stand in a cluster
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Then my Love, etc.
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when Thieves no more shall fear a Prison,
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Nor Bakers fear the Pillory
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when Changelings they speak Sense and Reason
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And common Strumpets honest be
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when People wish, they like a Fish
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May live in water day and night,
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And drunken Sots Forswear their Pots
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Then my love, etc.
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when you for thanks can have good Liquor
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And Sack sold for a penny a quart
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To make your Brains more riper and quicker
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I think you will be joyful for't,
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when Youngmen choose for to abuse
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The Maids in whom they take Delight
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when Maidens they, say always nay,
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Then my Love and i'le unite.
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Now I here have told you plainly
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when I marryed mean to be
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My time I hope is not spent vainly,
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Therefore pray now pardon me
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For I protest, I do not Jest
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when all these things do come to light
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I will not stay nor make delay,
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For then my Love and I'le unite.
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