A New-fashioned Marigold.
Or, A dainty New-Fashion devised for Tom Stitch the Taylor.
Then listen to my song a while,
I'm sure here's that will make you smile.
The tune is, Behold the Man.
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THere was a young man in his prime,
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that lately would be wed,
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And at the last with much ado,
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his purpose he had sped.
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For he had got a bonny lass,
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to board and eke to bed,
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And with hey ho the Marigold,
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hey derry derry derry derry down.
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At night when they should go to bed,
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the cloaths they did unfold,
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They went into their naked beds,
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and might do what they would.
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He sought alas, but could not find
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out his wifes Marigold.
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And with, etc.
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He sought it high, he sought it low,
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and also round about,
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And yet he could not find it,
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within the bed nor out.
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Which made this silly young-man,
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most greatly stand in doubt,
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That his wife had never a Marigold, etc.
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Betimes in the morning,
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for a Taylor he did send,
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And eke desir'd his counsel, for
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he took him for his friend.
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My wife, quoth he, is lame alas,
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the fault now you must mend,
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For she hath, etc.
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Therefore kind Taylor now, quoth he,
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if thou wilt undertake,
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A brave new fashion Marigold,
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for my young wife to make.
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Ile give thee forty shillings,
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to spend even for my sake.
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And with, etc.
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But when the nimble Taylor,
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the money did behold,
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And that the forty shillings,
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into his hand was told,
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He undertook forthwith to make
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a famous Marigold.
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And with, etc.
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With that the young man gave him
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full twenty shillings more,
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To buy brave silks and trimmings
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to make it fine before,
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For that's the onely fashion,
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which now adays is wore.
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And with hey ho the Marigold,
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hey derry derry derry derry down,
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THen said the nimble Taylor,
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since we are now together,
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Pray let your wife go home with me,
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that I may take right measure.
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And i'le make her a Marigold
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shall do you lasting pleasure
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And with hey ho the Marigold,
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hey derry derry derry derry down.
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To this the bonny Bridegroom,
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did quickly give consent,
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And so away the Taylor
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with the young woman went,
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To his own house whereas 'tis thought
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he did her well content.
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With hey, etc.
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He brought her to his chamber, and
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upon the bed her laid,
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And with his piercing Bodkin then,
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he drove a subtile trade.
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In less then half an hour,
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the Marigold was made.
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And with, etc.
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When he had done the practice,
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he brought her back again,
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Unto her loving husband,
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who did her entertain.
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He kist his wife and then he thankt,
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the Taylor for his pain.
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And with, etc.
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That night they lay together,
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the good man and his wife,
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And merrily they concluded
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their former care and strife.
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For he was never pleas'd so well,
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before in all his life,
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As when he found her Marigold.
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About a fortnight after that,
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this woman was in pain,
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It seems her pritty Marigold
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was out of frame again.
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To go unto the Taylor
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she could not refrain,
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And with, etc.
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The Taylor he took pains with her
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to settle all things aright:
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And as it is reported,
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he lay with her all night.
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And on the morrow morning,
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with joy and much delight,
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He sent her to her husband, with
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hey derry derry derry derry down.
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