The Disappointment
Text and Tune: Pills To Purge Melancholy.
The Clock had struck, faith I cannon tell what,
But Morning was come as Grey as a Cat;
Cocks and Hens from their Roosts did fly,
Grunting Hogs too had left their stye;
When in a Vale,
Carrying a Pail,
Sissly her new Lover met, Dapper Harry:
First they Kiss'd,
Then shook Fist,
Then talk'd as Fools do,
that just were to Marry.
Zooks cry'd Hall, I can't but think,
Now we are come to Wedlock's brink;
How pure a stock 'twill be, how fine,
When you put your good mark to mine:
Siss at that, Glowing hot,
Buss'd him as if she'd have burnt him to Tinder;
Thus they Woo,
But see how,
Damn'd Fate contriv'd now the Bargain to hinder
Sissly had got a Cold I suppose,
And 'twixt her Fingers was blowing her Nose;
Harry, that Linnen too wanted I doubt,
Lent her his Glove, to serve for a Clout;
Scraping low,
Manner to show,
And tell her how much he was her adorer;
Pray mark the lobe,
Leather thong broke,
And Breeches fell down to his Ankles before her.
Sissly who saw him thus distrest,
Pulls of her Garter of woollen List;
And with a sly and leering look,
Gave it to mend up what was broke;
Fumbling he,
Could not see,
What he discover'd, tho e'er he had ty'd all:
for just before,
Shirt was tore,
And as the Devil would have't she had spy'd
all.
She gave him then so cold a Look,
Discontent it plainly spoke;
And running from him near a Mile,
He overtook her at a stile;
Too much haste,
Milk down cast,
And topsy turvy she fell on her Pole with't:
He seeing that
Runs with's Hat,
But could not Cover her Cunt for his soul
with't,
Have you sot seen at Noon of Day,
The Sun his glorious Face display;
So Sissly shone with Beauty's Rays,
Reflecting from her Postern grace;
Till at last
Straggling past,
Wide sprawling Legs were again set in order;
But poor Hall,
Since her fall,
Stood just like one was found guilty of Murder,
The God of Love, or else old Nick,
Sure had design'd this Devilish trick,
To make the Bridegroom and the Bride;
With themselves dissatisfy'd;
She grown coy,
Call'd him Boy,
He getting from her cry'd "Zoons you'r a rouzer!"
"Fob!" she cry'd,
By things spy'd,
She had as live a meer Baby should espouse her,