Match me this VVedding.
OR,

A health that was drunke in Sider and Perrie.

And good strong Beere to, which did make the lads mery.

To a new Court tune.

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OF late there was a wedding,
kept in faire Gloster towne,
Where lads to drinke their Lasses healsh,
did brauely sit them downe,
And first bespake the Bride-groome,
here's a health vnto my Bride,
And to all the sweet-hearts eu'ry one,
young men you haue befide.
Then first spake kind Toby,
a Welch-man I protest,
Here's vnto young Guintlin,
a Lasse that I loue best,
Theres not her like for beauty,
search all your English shires,
And be that dares denie it,
wée'l haue him by the eares.
With that bespake young Samuel,
pretty Bessee is my déere,
For true loue and for constance,
none can my Loue come néere,
And therefore kind Toby,
if thou'lt maintaine thy word,
Beare witnesse all that heares me speake,
I'le make thée eate my sword.
With that bespake honest John,
my Nan's of beauty frée,
Though not so faire as others are,
yet that ne'r troubles me,
Her loue was euer constant,
and so shall mine be still,
Therefor my Nannies health Ile pledge,
with none and true good will.
Then Thomas he tooke vp the cup,
being the fourth in place,
My turne is come quoth he to drinke,
a health to my swéete Grace,
Her friends did euer loue me,
as if I were their owne,
Therefore my constant loue to her,
for euer shall be showne.
Then William tooke the cup in hand,
and thus began to say,
Faire Bridget I haue wooed oft,
but still she sayes me nay.
Her friends were euer willing
that married we should be,
Therefore my Bridgets health Ile drink
in hope she will loue me.
With that spake bould Joseph,
if a man had house and land,
A Woman to consume it,
would helpe him out of hand,
And for to get a swéet-heart,
I neuer tooke no care:
Therefore braue gallants of your healthes
I meane to drinke no share.
With that spake trusty Roger,
this man's not of my minde,
For I haue swéet-hearts thrée or foure.
of nature good and kinde,
But yet my péerelasse Peggy is
a Diamond in my eye,
Therefore my Peggies health Ile drinke,
and loue her till I dye.

The second part To the same tune.

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THen Philip tooke the cup in hand,
quoth he as others doe,
With all my heart this health Ile drinke,
vnto my owne swéete Sue.
For beauty and for constancy,
I know she has a share,
But for her huswifery,
my Susan shall with best compare.
Then Francis tooke the cup in hand,
and said, friends doe you beare,
This health is to faire Maudlin,
a lasse that I loue néere,
Not London, nor faire Bristow,
nor Yorke that merry towne,
For true loue and for constancy,
can put my Maudlin downe.
Then Henry tooke the cup in hand,
and then these words be said,
Here's a health vnto my Mary,
but truth is she's no maid,
She is a widow gallants,
that hath both house and land,
Bestoes a handsome woman too,
Ile haue you vnderstand.
Then Charles tooke vp the cup,
and said these words most bold,
Here's a health vnto my Rachell.
which must not be controld,
Though Morgan said Rachell was his,
and challeng'd me the field,
Proud Morgan knowes I brauely there
made him his sword vp yéeld.
Then Laurence he tooke vp the cup,
quoth he to make an end,
Here's a health vnto faire Isabell,
my constant louing friend,
Her friends and mine haue talked,
and thereon are agréed.
Therefore faire Isabell I intend,
to marry with all spéed.
When all this strife was ended,
I tooke the cup in hand,
And drinke a health vnto my friends,
in order as they stand,
First to my louing Host is,
that loues a pot and a toste,
And to her honest husband,
call'd my red nose Host.
Next health is to all Tailors,
where euer they doe dwell,
That neuer boild their Cabage,
within a pit cald hell.
A health vnto the Baker,
that neuer was misled,
Nor yet put in the Pillorie,
for sizing of his bread.
A health vnto the Widow,
that ne're did braule nor scold,
That hath a faire young daughter,
of ninety nine yeares old.
A health to all good huswiues,
that ne're did sweare nor curse,
Nor neuer did picke money,
out of their husbands purse.
And thus they broke vp company,
all friends for ought I know,
And euery one most willingly,
vnto their home did goe.
Had not young Samuel at first,
all [...]id the Welch-mans heat,
He would haue sworne them cowards all,
and said he did them beat.
I. S.
FINIS.

Printed at London for Tho: Lambert, at the signe of the Hors-shoo in Smithfield.

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