Tune of, Winchester Wedding.         Licensed according to Order.

In Norfolk there Liveth a Yeoman,
At Lexham, a Town in that Shire,
More lusty than ever I knew Man,
A Prince of a Man I will swear;
He eats so much Dumpling they say,
That (not to Belye him in Rhyme,)
He show'd his Wife delicate Play,
And got her Nine Boys at a time.

And had not the Bed yielded to him,
Besides what I told you before,
All Men that ever yet knew him,
Do think that he had gotten Three more;
For Dumpling so strenthened his Back,
It is such a delicate thing,
That his bedfellow he held to Tack,
For Dumpling is Food for a King.

You Women the Pray for a Baby,
Whose Husbands are Feeble and Old,
Must Eat as much Dumpling as may be;
'Twill make 'em both Lusty and Bold,
'Tis Dumpling prolongs a Mans Life,
And makes him with ease do the Thing,
'Tis Dumpling joyns Husband and Wife,
And Dumpling is Food for a King.

When Man has been hard at his Labour,
All vexed with Sorrow and Care,
The something you know has some favour,
For Dumpling is delicate Fare;
It makes a Man fit for the Work,
And fits him so well for the thing,
He gets you a Boy at a Jerk,
Oh! Dumpling is Food for a King.

If Dumpling was once but in Fashion,
The Whoring would quickly go down,
There would be no cuckolds i'th' Nations,
For all would make use of their own;
The Bawds would turn honest and True,
And sadly Pecccavi would Sing.
And Men would live quietly too,
For Dumplins is Food for a King.

The King would never want Seamen,
To Fight on his Royal Concerns,
London would never want Freemen,
Nor Women a Man for their Turns;
We all should be Happy and Blest,
Nay, doubly Blest in the Thing,
I speak it without any Jest,
That Dumpling is Food for a King.

An now all you Maids that Love young Men,
And that are designed to wed;
If you would have them be strong Men,
O let them with Dumplins be fed;
Dyet them well for the Race
With Dumplins that delicate Thing,
And fear not they'l scoure your Chace,
For Dumplins is Food for a King.

Then both at Dinner and Supper,
Be sure to bring in this Dish,
'Twill rarely well strengthen his Crupper
As much as a Woman can wish.
Instead of a Posset of Sack,
Besure some Dumplins to bring,
'Twill mightily strengthen his Back;
For Dumplins is Food for a King.

London, Printed for R. H in Little Britain, 1692.

X:1
T:The King's Jig, or Winchester Wedding
Q:120
M:3/4
L:1/4
K:Bb
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