There I mumpt you now: or,
Mumping Megs resolution & love to her old Sweetheart
Whom now she hath rejected,
And makes him for to know,
How ill he's been affected,
There I think I mumpt you now.
To the Tune of Ile go no more into Scotland for to lye.
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SWeet Meg, behold thy Willys now
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returned from the Wars,
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I fought against the Cavalires,
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behold my wounds and scars:
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Come sit thee down by me awhile,
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some kindness to me show,
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And thou shalt see
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That thy Willy loves thee now.
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What is the cause thou art so coy.
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Sweet-heart now tell to me:
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Whats that to thee, thou sawcy knave
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but fools must medling be.
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Think not to play the Jack with me,
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your tricks too well I know:
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Ha, ha, good Sir.
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There I think I mumpt you now.
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Let me but touch thy hand, sweet-heart
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what doth that mumping mean?
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Alas, good Sir, your snapping short
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do's make you look so lean:
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You think to make a fool of me,
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if that you knew but how:
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Hands off, forbear,
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There I think I mumpt you now.
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I do remember well the time
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ere first to Wars thou wentst,
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Thou hadst not one peny in thy purse
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till I thee money lent:
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Thou spentst it on another Wench,
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a light one, this I know:
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Yet Ile say no more,
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For I think I mumpt you now.
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Six Milkmaids met at Islington,
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whom there was much strife
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Thy promise was to every one,
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that she should be thy wife:
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and five of them thou got'st with childe,
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more cunning knave art thou:
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Yet Ile say no more,
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For I think I mumpt you now.
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An honest Maid near Billingsgate
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thou also hast undone,
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Which for a twelvemoneth after thee
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did through the countreys run;
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And now she's turned Oysterwench,
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and lives she cares not how;
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But Ile say no more,
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For I think I mumpt you now.
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Two Lasses in the countrey
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also thou didst deceive,
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Too good to keep thee company,
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and yet thou didst them leave:
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The one of them will follow thee
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when once her belly's low,
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Yet Ile say no more,
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For I think I mumpt you now.
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Yet after all this Knavery
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thou com'st to me again,
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Thinking to have my company,
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although it is but vain:
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It is not all thy flattery
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can win me to thy Bow,
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Therefore be gone,
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For I think I mumpt you now.
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The second part, To the same tune.
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SInce that your mind is known sir,
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henceforwards Ile prevent
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The keeping of such company,
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lest I too late repent:
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I'd better be unmaried stil,
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then match I know not how,
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Yet Ile say no more,
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For I think I mumpt you now.
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And yet Iv'e other sweethearts store,
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which for my favour sues,
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I think no less then half a score,
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whereon to pick and chuse:
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And yet the worst amongst them all
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is not so bad as thou:
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Yet Ile say no more,
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For I think I mumpt you now.
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Ther's Andrew the Shoe-maker,
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whose dealing is upright:
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And Robin Black the Currier,
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which I too much did slight:
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Ile never shake off such a man
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to mach with thee I trow,
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Then away, be gone,
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There I think I mumpt you now.
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Ther's honest Tom the Taylor too,
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he might go thorough stitch:
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If I should match with such a man,
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I should be wondrous rich,
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Each year new Gown and Petty-coat
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to me he would allow,
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Yet Ile say no more,
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For I think I mumpt you now.
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Fine Frank the Woollen drapers man
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which would be very loath
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To see my children naked go,
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having such store of cloath:
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& thinkst thou with thy nimble tongue
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to win me to thy Bow:
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No, no, forbear,
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For I think I mumpt you now.
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Also ther's George the Weavers boy
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a very hansome youth,
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I love that Lad with all my heart,
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because he means the truth:
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I scorn to deal with such a man,
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That onely loves in shew
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Be gone therefore,
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For I think I mumpt you now.
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Therefore it is in vain to stay,
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then pray you Sir be gone,
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I mean to have an honest man,
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or else Ile marry none:
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Ile never leave on honest freind
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to take a knave, I trow,
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Farewell, good Sir,
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There I think I mumpt you now.
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I wish all other Lasses were
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according to my minde,
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To serve all such Dissemblers
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as they deserve by kinde:
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He thought to make a fool of me
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if that he knew but how:
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But was deceived,
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For I think I mumpt you now.
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