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Lyr Req: Full Forty Times Over
| GUEST,Bob Coltman | 13 Jul 06 - 09:05 PM | |
| Q (Frank Staplin) | 13 Jul 06 - 09:37 PM | |
| Q (Frank Staplin) | 13 Jul 06 - 09:40 PM | |
| Jim Dixon | 23 Jul 06 - 03:20 PM | |
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Lyr Req: Full Forty Times Over
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Subject: Sam Pepys' 'Full Forty Times Over'??? From: GUEST,Bob Coltman Date: 13 Jul 06 - 09:05 PM In his diary Samuel Pepys mentions "a very lewd song" he learned in college, "Full Forty Times Over." Has this been reported anywhere? Anyone know a source, lyrics, tune, etc? Bob |
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Subject: RE: Sam Pepys' 'Full Forty Times Over'??? From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 13 Jul 06 - 09:37 PM www.immortalia.com has "Merry Drollery 1661, and includes the text of the supplement with "Full Forty Times Over." No music, however. |
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Subject: RE: Sam Pepys' 'Full Forty Times Over'??? From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 13 Jul 06 - 09:40 PM Also in Olson I think, but I haven't checked. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: FULL FORTY TIMES OVER (1661) From: Jim Dixon Date: 23 Jul 06 - 03:20 PM Here it is, along with an answer, copied from "Supplement of Reserved Songs from Merry Drollery," 1661, at www.immortalia.com. I have modernized/corrected the spelling, but I don't know what should go in the blank space in the last verse of the answer. FULL FORTY TIMES OVER Full forty times over I have strivèd to win, Full forty times over repulsèd have been, But 'tis forty to one but I'll tempt her again; For he's a dull Lover That so will give over, Since thus runs the sport, Since thus runs the sport, Assault her but often, and you carry the Fort, Since thus runs the sport, Assault her but often, and you carry the Fort. There's a breach ready made, which still open hath been, With thousands of thoughts to betray it within, If you once but approach you are sure to get in, Then stand not off coldly, But venture on boldly, With weapon in hand, With weapon in hand, If you once but approach, she's not able to stand, With weapon in hand: If you once but approach, she's not able to stand. Some Ladybirds when down before them you sit, Will think to repulse you with Fireballs of wit, But alas they're but crackers, and seldom do hit; Then vanquish them after With alarms of laughter, Their Forces being broke, Their Forces being broke, And the fire quite out, you may vanquish in smoke, Their Forces being broke: And the fire quite out, you may vanquish in smoke. With pride and with state, some out-works they make, And with Volleys of frowns drive the enemy back: If you mind her discreetly she's easy to take, Then to it, ne'er fear her, But boldly come near her, By working about, By working about: If you once but approach, she can ne'er hold it out, By working about, If you once but approach, she can ne'er hold it out. Some Ladies with blushes and modesty fight, And with their own fears the rude foe do affright, But they're eas'ly surprised if you come in the night: Then this you must drive at, To parley in private, And then they're o'erthrown, And then they're o'erthrown, If you promise them fairly, they'll soon be your own, And then they're o'erthrown, If you promise them fairly, they'll soon be your own. THE ANSWER HE is a fond Lover that doteth on scorn, Who Fortune's neglects hath patiently borne: He's proud of abuses, if e'er he return To prove a fond Lover; His wit he'll discover, By striving to win A Fort, where old forces neglected have been. For when a fort we defend from the foe, We traitors imprison; they ne'er come below; And her fort is defended by answering, No, If this will not do it, Disdain added to it, Your weapon will fall; Although you approach, you'll not enter at all. They are Ladybirds sure, these lovers intend, Which cannot with wit such a fortress defend, Whilst Hectors their squibs and their crackers do spend; And vainly come after, To conquer with laughter: For she hath no wit, That spends all her fire in the smoke to be hit. Where a Fort hath no strength but such as is made By pride and by state, such a foe may invade; For these are defences for those of the trade. You men are so witty, Works guard not our City, But forces within, With which we maintain't, though the out-works you win. These warriors at last with our weapons will fight; And if we are------they'll come in the night: But alas they're denied, our virtues are bright: For she that loves honour, No parley e'er won her, To yield up her pow'r, For a few flatt'ring words and the sport of an hour. |
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