The Souldiers delight in the North
OR,
A New North-countrey Jigge betwixt a Man and his Wife,
Who were in a kinde of conjugall strife:
She finding his fancie to grow dull and moody,
Thus still cals upon him, Come cudle me Codie.
To the Tune of the Northerne Diddle, or Raged and torne, & [?]
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Peggie.
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CUdie and Peggie together
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did meet in an evening late,
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And pleasant like the weather,
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sweet Peggie began to prate.
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Now is it a Moone-shine night
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the season doth require,
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That we should take delight
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and blow up Cupid's fire.
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Canst thou not cudle me Cudie
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And canst thou not cudle me now?
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I pray thee come cudle me Cudie,
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as thou hadst wont to doe.
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Cudie.
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Then Cudie began to say,
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sweet Pe[g]gie I pray thee be whiet,
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And both [by] night and by day
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my S[?]ll allow thee diet:
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My B[?] yeeld thee drink,
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[?]he Parish,
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[?]ever shrink,
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[?]ve and cherish.
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[Then hold thee] contented Peggie
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[and take what I] am able;
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[I'le never forsake m]y Meggie
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[while I have a Na]g in my stable.
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And therefore I need not stu
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nor vainly trouble my minde.
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But one thing I do want
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whereof I had once enough?
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Before I'le of that be scant,
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I'le sell both Cart and Plough.
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Then canst thou not, etc.
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Cudie.
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O Peggie dost think the Moone
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will alwayes be at the full,
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I cannot do as I have done,
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now age my courage doth pull.
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Then Peggie be content,
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to take what I can give,
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When all our meanes is spent
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so well as we can we must live.
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Then hold thee, etc.
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Peggie.
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Alas my Duck my Dove,
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why art thou growne faint-hearted?
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Long time we increased in love,
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and smoke's to flame converted.
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The Calfe will grow to a Bull,
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and the Lambe will be a Tup,
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But thou being growne to the full
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falst down when thou shouldst rise up.
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Then canst thou not, etc.
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The second Part to the same Tune.
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Cudie.
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THe Mickle Devil's in the woman,
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what would'st thou have me to do,
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But wealth and wit I do summon
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if I can please thee so.
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And yet thou lookest for meare
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then I have to bestow
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But I pray th[?]y adue for de[s]ire,
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for in troth my state growes low.
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Then hold thee c[o]ntented Peggie,
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and take what I am able;
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I'le never forsake my Meggie
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while I have a Nag in my Stable.
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Peggie.
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Nay Cudie if thou art distasted
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at that which I have said,
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My time in vaine I have wasted,
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would I were againe a Maid.
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Then would I take a Lad
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should give me better content,
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When we were first wed, I had
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a time of merryment.
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[The]n canst thou not cudle me Cudie,
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[And] canst thou not cudle me now,
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[I pra]y thee come cudle me Cudie
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[as th]ou wert wont to doe.
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Cudie.
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[M]y Peggie I took by the middle,
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and I laid her upon her ridge,
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And I bad her lie still honny Lasse,
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and I'le play her the other Jigge.
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For sheel have a Lad with a lock,
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whatsoever else betide;
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Shall play her a Jigge in her smock,
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before that shee'l be his Bride.
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Then hold thee, etc.
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Meggie.
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[?] thou hast cudl'd me once,
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[?] thou hast cudl'd me twice,
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And if thou hast cudl'd me once again,
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then thou hast cudled me thrice.
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I pray thee rock the Babe,
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the Cradle runs on wheeles,
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When my Host goes drunk to bed,
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up flies my Hostesses heeles.
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Then canst thou n[ot,] etc.
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My Peggie I pr[ay th]ee be civill,
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and speak no mo[r]e then's fit,
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I hope thou hast g[o]t no evill
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by me, therefore learne more wit.
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And do not thy foll[y] bewray,
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in such an unseemly manner,
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I'le please thee as well as I may,
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then do not thy Sex dishonour.
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Then hold thee, et[c.]
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Peggie.
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Sweet Cuddie be better appeased,
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thy Peggie speaks but in jest,
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With what thou art able I'me pleased,
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and so let the quarrell rest.
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Yet still I can neve[r] chuse,
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but say in a loving sort,
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To a Wife it is he[i]nous newes,
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of her [lo]ve to be kept short.
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Then can[s]t thou not, etc.
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Cudie.
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Well Peggie I am contented,
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with this thy modest excuse,
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My anger is well prevented,
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and nothing is tane in abuse.
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I'le be thy loving mate,
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and thoust be my loyall spouse,
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Then learne to live after the rate,
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that thy honest Cudie allowes.
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Then hold thee, etc.
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