The Fryer Well-fitted. OR,
A pretty J
[...]st that once befell,
How a Maid put a Fryer to cool in the Well.
To a merry Tune.
AS I lay musing all a lone,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
A pretty feast I thought upon,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Then listen a while, and I will you tell,
Of a Fryer that lov'd a bonny Lasse well
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Fa, la, la, lang-tre-down-dilly.
He came to the Maid when she went to bed
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Desiring to have her maiden-head,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
But she denyed his desire,
And told him that she fear'd Hell fire:
Fa, la, &c.
Tush (quoth the Frier) thou néed'st not doubt
Fa, la, la, la, la.
If thou wert in Hell, I coul'd sing the out, request,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Then (quoth the Maid) thou shalt have thy
The Frier was glad as Fox in his nest.
Fa, la, &c.
But one thing (quoth she) I do desire,
Fa, la, la; la, la.
Before you have what you require,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Before that you shall doe the thing,
An Angel in mony then shall me bring,
Fa, la, &c.
Tush, quoth the Fryer we shall agrée,
Fa, la, la, la. la.
No mony shall part my Love and me,
Fa, la, la la, la,
Before that I will sée the lack,
Ile pawn my grey Gown from my back.
Fa, la, &c.
The Maid bet bought her of a wile,
Fa, la, la, la, la,
How she the Fryer might beguile,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
While he was gone the truth to fell,
She hung a cloath before the well,
Fa, la, &c.
The Fryer came as his covenant was,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
With mony unto his bonny Lasse,
Fa, la, la la, la.
Good morrow fair Maid, good morrow quoth he,
Here is the mony I promised thée.
Fa, la, la, &c.
She thankt the man, and she took his mony
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Now let us go too't, quoth he, swéet hony,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Oh stay, quoth she, some respite make,
My Father comes, he will me take.
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Fa, la, la, lang-tre-down-dilly
The second part,
to the smae tune.
ALas (quoth the Frier) where shall I run,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
To hide me till that he be gone,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Behind the cloath run thou, quoth she,
And there my Father cannot thée sée.
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Fa, la, la, lang-tre-down-dilly.
Behind the cloath the Frier crept
Fa, la, la, la, la.
And into the Well on the sudden he leapt,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Alas quoth he, I am in the Well,
No matter quoth she, if thou wert in Hell.
Fa, la, la, &c.
Thou saiest thou couldst sing me out of Hel
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Now I prethée sing thy self out of y
e Well
Fa, la, la, la, la.
The Fryer sung on with a pittifull sound
Oh help me out; or I shall be drown'd.
Fa, la, la, la, &c.
I trow quoth she, your courage is cool'd
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Quoth the Frier, I never was so cool'd
Fa, la, la, la, la.
I never was served so before
Then take héed quoth she, thou com'st there no more
Fa, la, &c.
Quoth he, for swéet Saint
Francis sake
Fa, la, la, la, la.
On his Disciple pitty take
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Quoth she Saint
Francis never taught
His Schollers to tempt young Maids to naught.
Fa, la, &c.
The Fryer did intreat her still
Fa, la, la, la, la.
That she would help him out of the Well
Fa, la, la, la, la.
She heard him make much pitious moan
She helpt him out and bid him be gone.
Fa, la, &c.
Quoth be, shall I have my mony again
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Which thou from me hast before-hand tane
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Good sir, said she, there's no such matter
Ile make you pay for fouling my water.
Fa, la, &c.
The Fryer went all along the stréet,
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Droping wet like a new washt shéep
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Both old and young commended the Maid,
That such a witty prank had plaid.
Fa, la, la, la, la.
Fa, la, la, lang-tre-down-dilly.
FINIS.