ENGLAND'S FAIR GARLAND, Fully Furnished with Variety of New Songs.
Containing much Mirth and Delight.
This may be Printed,
R. P.
Printed for R. Kell, at the Blew Anchor in Pye-Corner, near West-Smithfield: 1687.
[...]NGLANDS Fair Garland.
Millers Misfortune at Bartholomew-Fair.
Tune of, Maids a Washing.
WIll the
Miller, both brisk and rare,
Rode up to
London upon his Mare,
[...]en he had lined his Breeches with Riches,
[...]ll for seeing of
Bartlemew Fair:
[...] sooner was come to the Town,
[...] walking then the Fair up and down;
[...]sk Lass he hapn'd to meet,
[...]hom he did proffer to give a Treat.
[...]at first she was nice and coy,
[...]old him he was some Misters boy:
[...], no, I am not, my Honey, here's Mony,
[...]th I will spend freely on thee my j
[...]y:
Pig
[...] Pork I will give to my Dear,
Besides a Flaggon of Ale and Beer,
And something else which I now have in store.
Then prithee now what canst thou wish for more
Then at length she did give consent,
Vnto a Musick-Booth then they went,
where they were merry, with laughing & quaf
[...]
Till Seventeen Shillings the Miller spent:
For they brought 'um in Bottles of Wine,
With other delicate Dainties fine:
His Miss was jolly, and freely did call,
Thought she Mr.
Novice shall pay for all.
They continued there a space,
Whereas this I wel he did embrace,
and prais'd her Beauty, replying and trying
I would we had now a more private place;
Then they show'd him a more private room,
Where he received a dismal doom,
Which presently after unto him befel,
It is a most sorrowful tale to tell.
All day long she with him did stay,
At night she cunningly got away,
She having finger'd his treasure for pleasure,
He had a large reckoning there to pay:
[...]alas all his money was gone,
[...] he grieved and thus took on,
[...] of all comfort clearly bereft,
[...]ve not penny of money left.
[...]all never behold her more,
[...] e're poor fellow so serv'd before?
[...] will prove a Millers undoing and ruine,
[...]'s thirty two shillings upon the score:
[...] the Drawer, and this you shall pay,
[...]re we let you go hence away,
[...] did he sigh and make pittiful moan,
[...]ith I had tarry'd with my Wife
Joan:
[...] to pay it was all his care,
[...] sh'd he had not come to the Fair,
[...]t still the Drawer cry'd, pay me my money,
[...]ength he was forced to sell his Mare:
[...] to
London the Miller did ride,
[...] Miss it seems has sub
[...]u'd his pride,
[...] leaving
ondon he now was put to't,
[...]! for to travel it home on foot.
The fierce Duel between the Miller [...] his Wife Joan, for the loss of his Mare and Money.
Tune of,
Ladies of London.
LIsten awhile, and I now will declare,
what hapn'd to him in conclusion,
When he return'd to sweet
Joan from the fair,
there was a most horrid confusion:
For when his Wife indeed he did see,
the Miller he burst out a crying,
Where is your Mare and your Money, said she
come tell me without any lying.
O said the Miller, my Mare she fell lame
before I arrived at
London,
Therefore you'l find I am not to blame,
although I am ruin d and undone:
Listen a while and I will declare,
the sorrow which highly does grieve me,
A Farriers Med'cine did mu
[...]ther my Mare,
sweet Wife I would have you believe me.
This is a fine formal Lye, she replyed,
which you have now newly invented,
There was a three-Legg'd Stool by her side,
and straight at his Noddle she sent it:
[...]o that she broke the Millers poor Head,
the blood in abundance did trickle,
[...]nd without Supper she sent him to bed,
in this most sad sorrowful pickle.
Now the next morning when he did arise,
his
Joan she did rattle like thunder,
Which did poor
William the Miller surprize,
to think of the grief he lay under:
There was no way that he could get free,
his Wife she did strive to out-brave him,
Where is your your Money you Rascal? says she
and then a stout bang
Jone she gave him.
Then the poor Miller began for to rore,
when finding his
Joanny so cruel,
But she belaboured his Careass the more,
he ne'r before felt such a Duel:
For by this means he had the more hurt,
while she did both hector and vapour;
He was stark naked it seems to his Shirt,
therefore he could no ways escape her.
He very fain would have pud on his cloaths,
but that she did lustily maul him,
As he cry'd out she redoubled her blows,
and pittiful Rascal did call him:
Thus did he feel the rage of his Wife,
who now was his absolute Master,
He never was so thrasht in his Life,
this was a most woeful disaster.
Then she began for to reap up each Crime,
likewise with a Vengance she thunder'd;
Sirrah, you know this is not the first time
that you have done so by a hundred:
Bridget and
Kate, with
Margery still,
nay
Prudence and pritty fac'd
Nancy,
When e're they hapn'd to come to the Mill,
you'd be at the sport which you fancy.
Like as at
London you thought to do so,
but there you were worthily fitted,
This is the way that your money did go,
therefore you are not to be pitty'd:
Every blow she made it cry twang,
the Miller by raving and rearing,
Then did she give him another stout bang,
I pray now take this for a fairing.
[...]er was Man in so strange a surprize,
[...]
Joan she was absolute cruel,
[...]s in abundance did flow from his Eyes,
[...]ad yet she maintainted the Duel:
[...] at the length he said, my sweet
Joan,
[...] troth I cannot discommend thee,
[...] if thou wilt now but pitty my moan,
[...] never no more will offend thee.
[...] will buy me a Holy-day Gown,
[...]d vow'd to be good for the future;
[...] here the Cudgel I now will lay down,
[...]th that he did straight way salute her:
[...] dear Wife, to thee I will give
[...]own, with all other Apparel,
[...] will be loving as long as I live,
[...] there was an end of the Quarrel.
The Damosels moan for the loss of her Mai [...] Head.
Tune is,
Caper and jerk it.
NOw sweet
John my Fathers Man,
with me I hope you'l Wed;
Because that I, most willingly
gave you my Maiden-Head:
You said that I should be your Bride,
because I was so kind;
If once I said so, yet now it is no,
and am of another mind.
Why sure you will not serve me so,
and leave me in distress;
If that my Mother this should know,
she would be pittyless:
You said that I should be your Wife,
which made me prove so kind;
What tho' I did then, I tell you agen,
I'm now, &c.
[...]u often had me to the Fair,
and gave me Cakes and Ale,
[...] cost or charges you would spare,
in order to prevail;
[...]nd said you loved none like me,
that I should always find;
[...]hat tho' I did then, I tell you agen,
I'm now of another mind.
[...]ow often in my Fathers Barn,
I pray did we Embrace?
[...]hen as you say you did discern,
sweet Features in my Face,
[...]nd said you'd never marry none
but I, who had been kind;
[...]hat tho' I did then, I tell you agen,
I'm now, &c.
[...]hen first you into love did fall,
you show'd me Silver store,
[...]nd said I should be Dame of all,
had you full ten times more:
[...]nd said we should e're it were long,
in marriage state be joyn'd;
[...]hat e're I said then, I tell you agen,
I'm now, &c.
My
Johnny why d'ye slight me so?
alas! what shall I do?
O do not prove my overthrow,
who has been kind to you:
Remember now your Solemn Vow,
which caus'd me to be kind;
I now must away, no longer i'le stay,
for now, &c.
Tho' she in sorrow made her moan,
the very truth to tell,
He left her sighing all alone,
and took his last farewel:
You Damsels then, trust not Young-men.
for if you prove too kind,
For tho' they have said, they'l marry the maid,
they'l quickly change their mind.
The Thread-bare Squire; Or, The pretended Knight Conquer'd by the Farmer, when he fought for his true Love Susan.
Tune is,
Cannons Roar.
SUsan a Yeomans Daughter fair,
Who was her Fathers only Heir,
No Maiden co
[...]ld with her compare,
in all the Town for Beauty;
[...] Farmers Son endu'd with Land,
[...]e gave to her both heart and hand,
[...] vow'd he'd be at her command,
and counted it his Duty.
[...]e felt the smart of
Cupids Dart,
[...]o that he lov'd with all his heart,
And vow'd from her he'd never part,
[...] till Death alone shou'd sever;
[...]t length the Damsel seem'd to yield,
And unto him her mind reveal'd,
And in a Kiss the Bargain seal'd,
to live in Love for ever.
A Thread-bare Squire lived near,
Who lov'd this Youthful Damsel dear,
And when he did these Tydings hear,
the same he could not sever;
Said he, this Rascal i'le out-brave,
For this sweet Girl he shall not have,
She is too sweet for such a Slave,
a Farmer shall not have her.
Vpon a day with much delight,
He coming to this Beauty bright,
And said he was a worthy Knight,
supposing this wou'd Charm her;
And
Robin being there, behold,
And said that you are too too bold,
You are not worthy Sir, to hold
a Candle to a Farmer.
What is the reason, then said he,
That I must be abus'd by thee,
Am I not one of High Degree,
whom many does admire?
I keep my Geldings, Hawks and Hounds,
And have both Guinnys, Crowns and Pounds,
But
Robin knits his Brows, and frowns,
and said thou art a Lyar.
The Squire then was in a Rage,
That nothing could his Wrath asswage,
Till he with
Robin did ingage,
to draw he was proceeding;
But
Robin he was not afraid,
But took in hand his Flayl, and play'd
And soon he broke his Pate, and said,
Sir, how d'ye like my Breeding?
He laid it on, and would not lin,
[...]s if he had a Threshing been,
True blows upon the Squires skin,
was never laid severer;
The Squire said, dear friend, I pray,
Be not so Cruel now this day,
[...] me but leave to Ride away,
[...]e'r will more come near her.
[...] art not worthy of a Wife,
[...] wou'd occasion so much strife,
[...] thou here wilt beg thy Life,
[...]
[...]ill not be too Cruel;
[...] on my knees my life I crave,
[...]
Robin thou the same shalt have,
[...] then his hand to him he gave,
[...]s ended all the Duel.
Merry Wedding between Robin the Farmer, and his Sweet Susan.
Tune is,
Two English Travellers.
Ow, now when the Duel was over and past,
The Farmer enjoyed his true Love at last;
they for a Wedding did likewise provide,
wise she appear'd a most beautiful Bride.
[...]ir Fathers and Mothers were pleased to see,
[...]t she should be Marry'd to no one but he;
[...] that he did bravely the Squire defeat,
[...] therefore his joys they would fully compleat.
The day was appointed, at length when it came
All Friends was invi
[...]ed, as Persons of Fame
And likewise the Young-Men their Sweet-hea
[...]
[...]id
[...]
With Musick & Dancing, while Bells they did ei
[...]
That Day was provided a Noble great Feast,
For all their Attendance, and none of the least;
A Pig, Goose, and Capon, and other rich Cheer▪
It were no great matter if we had some here.
The Barrels and Bottles did plentily flow,
So that there was few to their Lodging cou'd go
[...]
Each Night perfect sober, there being such store,
This Wedding did last for a Fortnight and mor
[...] ▪
Now after this time was expir'd and past,
Their friends were for taking their leaves at the
[...]
And leaving the happy young couple, they give
Their wishes that they long full happy may Live.
FINIS.