Wit and Mirth Vol. 2 (1712)

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Wit and Mirth
O R,
PHIS
TO PURGE
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BLE I N G
jA Colleaiori of the beft Merry BALLADS!
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Fitted to all Humours, having each their
proper T U N E for either Voice, or Inftrument:
Many of the SONGS being new Sett.
pithfeveral New SONGS by Mr. D'ttfeyl
mfo, air Addition of Excellent POEMS
The Third Edition carefully Correfted.
Vol II.
The firft kind Dofe may purge off Dregs impure,
And fit the fickning Body for a Cure 5
But fiiould no Second Pills the Cure Compleat,
Difeafe would rally* and regain its Seat,
Deriding the Phyfician's thoughtlefs Care,
Who could not perfect what he could Prepare,
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^rllay in his Neft, ftilltaking his reft,
and valu'd not what was his doom.
But now you ItaB'tattr, bis Mother drew n^ar,
and *mde him go gather green broom, green broom,
and mads bim go p^ergteen broom..
Spurt's Mother got up and fell in a Rage*
and (wore (he wouWriire theRdom,
If Jdrt did iiot rife, and go to the Wood,
and fetch home a bundle of broom, green broom*
and' fetch home a bundle of broom*
|   This wakened bim ftraight, before it wis late,
■       as fearing the terrible doom,
i    Drar Mother, quoth he, have jpitty (Mi me,
I       I'll fetch home a bundle of broom, green Iteeol^, ,
f   rn fetch home a bundle of br*omr.
Then ftik he arofe, and he flipton his Cloatbs,
and away to the Wood very foon;
To pleafe the old Wife, he took a (harp knife*
and fell to the cutting of btfoom, green broom,
and^/i to tbr cutting of broom.
tfdckfolhto'd his trade, and readily made,        ;
his goods up for country Grooitis;
Ttis done fconeft fack, tooK theft at his back, > ^
and er-ytt, mil you buy any brooms, green brooms,-,
and <ry'd, will you buy any brooms
Then -$4ck he came by a .Gentleman** houfe,
in which was abundance of Rooms;
He flood at the door, and began for to roar,
crying, Maids mil you buy any brooms, green brooms-
crying Maids wtil you buy any brooms,

^U the ports' ,y! J;'^,
&h, w^Iye here,
But

^na thus at our need go by grinning:
Since it is To man,
That there isno man,
-Knows his End that may know his beginning.
Room for Gentlemen.

ROOM for Gentlemen, here comes a Company, ;
Room for Gentlemen, here comes my Lord Mayor } ?
You Barons, you Knights, and alfo you 'Sgujce* - ;
<Mve Room for Gentlemen, here comes my Lord Mayor. |
firft comes the Wprfhipful Company,       i
Of GaflantMewmnto this Place*
With their worthy Gaps of Maintenance, .
Upon their Shoulders to their great grace*
• Side by fide do they go as you fee hese»
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Jhbfe fools that ft iff are doing,
With none but coftly Dames |
With tedioufnefs of wooing,-
Makes cold their hotteft flames:
Give me the Country Lafs,
That trips it o'er the Field $
^nd ope's her Foreft at the firfty
And is not coy to yield* .
Who when fte dons her veftufe
She makes the Spring her Glafs $
And with her Comely gefhsre,.
Doth all the Medows pafs 1
Who knows no othcEcunning,
But when the feel* it come 5
To gripe your.back,.if you be flack,
And thruft your Weapoa home.
.fjis riot their boafling humor,
Jheir painted looks nor ftate;

^henPreb, reply'd like Thunder,
Androar'dout, 'twas no wonder,
For God's the Dean had three Sir,
'And more by two thah he Sir,
Since he had got but one :
Mow while thefe two were raging;
And in. difputes engaging,
.The Maftw of the Charter,
Said both^ had ^ot a Tarter, *
For Gods that there were none.
for all tbfcBooks of Afojfc*
were nothing but fuppofes,
And he defcrv'd rebuke Sir,
.Who wrote the Penteteuch Sir,
*T«ra$ nothing but a lham:
(And as for father Aim*
,With Mrs. Eve his Madam,
lAnd what the Serpen! {pokfcSIr* ,
JkVas nothing but a joke Sir,
And well invented flam.
Thus in this Battle Royal,
fAs none would take denyal,
Ihe Dame for which they ftrove Sif
.Could neither of them love Sir,
For all had ghfa offence;
She therefore flily waiting,
Left all three fools a (rating,
lAnd being in a fright Sir,
Religion took her flight Sir,
And ne*er was heard of fince*

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I'Le tell you all, both great and fmall,
I tell you all truly,
.That we have caufe, and very great caufet
For to lament and Cry,
Fy, Oh! fy, oh! fy, bhrfy!
Vf on thee cruel Deafth!
For'thou haft ta'en away from* us!
Our Queen EHz&bttb.
Thou mayft have taken other folks,
That better might be mift,
And have let our Queen alone,
.Who lov'd no POpifti Prieft,
In Peace (he ruVd all this Land,
Beholding unto no Man,
And did the Pape of %ome withftand*
And yet was but a Woman,

^With that, from France came Mofffietlr o er,
'A purpofe for to woe her \
Yet ftill (he UVd and Dy'd a Maid,
Do what they could unto Bar.
She never aaed any ffi thing, #
That made her Confcience pricklier |
Nor never would fubwit to him,
That cafl'd is Chrift's Vicar :
But rather chofe couragioufly,
To fight under Chrift's Banner;
•Gainft Pope and Turk and King of Spit*,
fAnd an that due ft withftand her-
But if that I had Argus Eyes,
They were too few to weep |
For our Queen Iit\(Aexb9
That now is fall'n afleepX
Afleep indeed where (he (nan reifc,
UntiHtheDayofDoom; -      ,
And then (hill rife unto the ihame.
Of the great Pope of *s*c.

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IAm a cunning Conftable,
And a bag of Warrants I have here ;
To prefs fufficient Men, and able,
At Horv-caftle to appeal;
But now-a'd-ays they're grown fo cunning,   -a
That hearing of this Martial ftrite ;
They ail away from hence are running,
Where I mifs the Man* I'll prds the Wife.
Ho,

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^k Jolty Pedlefs Tretty Thing.
APedfcr proud as I heard ttVt;
He came into a Town J
111 With certain Wares lie had to fefl,1
- Which he cry'd up and down;
'Atfirftof an he did begin,
I With Ribbands, or Lace$» Point*, or Pins f
Gartering, Girdling, Tape, or Kiiiting,
Maids any Cunny-skins.
I J have of your fine perfumed Gloves,
[ And made of the beft Doeskin ;
| Such at young men do give their Loves»
[ When they their favour Winn:
[ Sefides he had many a prettier thing
Jhw Ribband*, &c.

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Of each piece that's afhoar;
They fearch from the bore, .        ^
And to proving, to proving, to proving, to proving, td
proving they go in fair Weather i
Their Glaff^s are iargfe,        "'
And when e'er they discharge,
There's a boo huzza, a boo huzza, a boo huzza, Ganratsi
Bumpers go off together^
Old Vulcan for M<trsy       *
Fitted Tools for his Wars,
Jo enable him, enable him, enable him, enable htm, enable
him to conquer the fafter;
But had Mars ever been
Upon our WoMch Green,
To have heard boo, huzza, boo, huzza, boo, huzza, he'd ji;
""    have own'd Great AUlborougb his Mafter.
A S O N G.
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A Young Man and a Maid, put in all, jut in all,
Together lately flay*** jWj m $ •
The YoOng Man w§sinJ£llt
O the Maju} fhedidjjriceft,
Sheb.dKimdo^faisbeft,~j>utinM^utinlS. '
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^    In England'* fweet and flea/ant Soil,
f   for Travel fits not thee:
l      Fair Ladies BrooJ^ vo bloody Wars.
fmet Peaze their Pleafures breed,
\'    The Nourifher of Heart's Content^
I        4 which fancy firft did feed.
J     My, Kofe fhaU reft in Woodftock Bowery
with Mufict fweeily dight,
'      Whilft I among the fkrcing Pikesy
againft my Foes do fight:
i: ■ My Rofe in Rotes of Pearl and Gdd,
}   with Diamonds richly dightt
|      Shall dance the Galliards of my Lover        \
\    whHe I my Foes do finite,
I     And you Sir Thomas whom I trufty
Y      to be my- Loves defence,
\    Bt careful of my gallant Kofe,
L   when I am parted hence \        - , '-
And therewithal he fetcht a Sigh,
as tho' his Heart would break j
And Kofamond for very Grief,
not one plain Word could fpeaka.

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DEar Mother I am Tranfported,
to think of the boon Comrades \
They fay we ffiafl all be Courted,
kind Widows as well as Maid$:
Oh! this will be joyful News,
We'Udrefs up our Boufes with Holty
We'll* broach a Tub of humming Bubf
To treat tbofe that come with a rub a dub dubr
For dear Mother thefU make us Jolly*
Dear Mother to fee them mounted,
twou'd tickle your Heart with Joys
By me they afl fhaO be counted,
Heroical Sons of Troy;
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^o faifeft of your Sex begon,
Oh! Lesve me to my feiff alone ;
She that believes man when he fwrears^
Or but regards his Oaths or Pray'rs:
May (he, fend foe, be moft accurft.
May more be fubjeft m his Luft,        s

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When Cabbage was fcare and when Pocket was low,
For the fale of good Liquor pretended a Paffion,
To one that fold Ale in a Cnckoldly row ?
Now a Loufe made him Itch,
Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,
And fing Cucumber, Cucumber hoi
One day fhe came up, when at work in his Garret,
To tell what he ow'd that his ftore he might know 5
Says he It is all very right I declare it,
Says (he then I hope you wifl pay e'er J go ?

^^ jg?*fer. \ yffy friend thy Beauty feemeth good,
1VA we Righteous have ow faiiia^s $
I'm Fieih and blood, methinks I cou'd.
wert thou but free from failings,
Harlot. Believe me Sir I'm newly broach'd,
and never have been in yet \
I vow and fwear I ne'er was touchMj,
by Man till this day feanight.
gua^r* Then prithee friend, now frithee do^
nay let us not defer it;
Atii I'd be kind to thee when tlou
kaft laid the evil Spirit.

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A kind return, a kind returs,    !
Should raife the gloeiag Fires |
Bat tho* you hate me, I am ftiil,
Devoted wholly to your will:
Not all your Frowns can quench my flarre,
^5y Love is fomething more than Name,
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LOve's Pafiion never knew till tbis?
a blifsful Happincfs like mine \
With Joy now Gelia Growns my wifh,
and Cupid both our hearts does joyn :
With Joy now C<elh Crowns my wifh,
and Cupid both our hearts does joyn*
When e'er our hearts dart fiery Beam$>
fierce as the pangs of our defirea ^
The meeting glances kindle flames,
more pure than fancyed fires;
Thea Geiia let's no pleafure want,
to psrfeft the mott happy ftate*,
The biifs you fear too foon to grant,
You'll rather think enjoyed too late,
Tune, Old Boree.
COme Cxlia come, let's lit and talk a while,
about the affairs of loving 5
Let a mutual Kiis our Cares and fears beguile,
far diftant from this Grove;
Let's pafs our time in Mirth away,
now we're removed from the noify, noify Court |
Now we're got out of the ftormy Sea*
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YOu tell me Dick. you've lately read,
that we are beaten in Spain;
But prithee Boy hold up thy Head,
we'll beat 'em twice for it again,
With a Fal la h la h la la la.
1% this the Courage you ut'd to boaft,
why thou art quite caft down:
1¥ou can refleft on what we've loft,
but ne'er think what we've won,
With a M> &c.
iWhat tho* $ack Spaniard crack and bounce,
v he ne'er (hall do fo again i
Wc took laft Year as many Towns,
as they have now took Men,
With a Fal, &c.
In War and Gaming it is the fame,
according to the old faying;
Who's fufe to conquer ev ry Game,
auite lofes the Pleafure of playing,
*     With a Fal, &c.
I think we have a Man of our own,
a Man if I may call him fo|
for after thofe great deeds he has done,
I may queftion if he's fo or no,
With a Fal, &c.
But now if you wou'd know his name,
'tis Jfobnny Marlborough;
The beaten French has felt his Fame,
' and fo (hall the Spaniards too,
With a Fal, &*.
And fince we cannot Juftice do,
to ev'ry Viftory j
In a full Glafs our Zeal let s fliow^
to our General's Family*      _

^Ormonds Soul for Fame Created,
Divinely Fated \
By immortal power eranflated,
From heavenly mould:
Seems as if to them related,
Courting glory (corning gold*
Go and Brimim genius guard theef
Succefs reward thee,
Ho French power or plots retard thee,
But highly four |
Fate has for great things declared thee,
And more Vigos has in ftore.
The LONDON PREN T I CE :>**£
an Account of his brave Adventures done in Turky,
and by what weans he married the Ring's Daughter*

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