The new Married Couple OR, A Friendly Debate between the Countrey FARMER and his Buxome WIFE.
Being a second Song to the Tune of, The Countrey Farmer.
DEar
Gill I ne'r thought until last night,
that
Cupid had yielded such sweet delight
But when thy soft arms with mine were twin'd
the Ivy the Oak, did not closer bind:
Thou gav'st me sweet Kisses that might invite,
in old Shepheards a new delight:
Young
Colin did ne'r with
Mirtilla so bright
enjoy such a sweet, such a pleasing night.
My
Nedde (quoth she) since I have thee here,
I will be a Port for to please my Dear:
And in the soft Circuit of thy Pale
feed either upon
[...]he high Hill or Dale;
Graze on my soft
Lypis, if those Hills be dry
stray down where Fountains lye:
Thy Doe thy fair breeder, will always be nigh,
to please her young Wanton with Art & Eye.
Thou shalt be a Banquet to my Taste,
on which, I will always delight to feast;
As sweet as young
Colley the Farmer Cow,
as sweet as the Hay in his Barn I vow:
As sweet as young Roses that all admire
as may Blossoms upon the Briar:
As sweet as blind midnight, with Maidens desire
as sweet as Sack-Posset by Sea-Coal fire.
U
[...] bo
[...]rs (quoth stout
Nedde) I'le forsake my dumps
and br
[...]skly bestir my ol-hob-nail stumps
The Iasses shall foot it,
[...]he Lads shall sing
and Ecchoes all round with our Ioys shall ring:
Doll sall leave Dairy and
[...]ames Brown-Cow
and brisk
Roger his Cart
[...]nd Plough,
To met us young
Nancy and
William come now
we shall have rare Daunces
[...]nd Iigs enow.
Thou
[...]h Batchellors may live merry lives
ye
[...] e will no
[...] change that have B
[...]xom wives;
Vpo
[...] the soft Pillow of their Breast
[...]e Love-sick lie warm in
Cupids N
[...]t.
What though there be Cuckolds we nee
[...] not fear
[...]ur VVives always will take such car
[...]
A
[...]ough the Brows, bud the Horns shant
[...]ear
To make us look noble and like the Dear.
I
Gill should within the Curtains chide
my Antlers, & head in the sheets il'e hide
A
[...] when my Good Housewifes-Pot boyls ore
[...]o cool her hot Broth I'le attempt no more.
It is I confess the depth of skill
to lead Women by their own VVill
But while her tongue gallops my Tongue shall lye still
& thus I'le endeavour to please
Gill, Gill.
Dear
Neddy (quoth
Gill) name not things so soon
with us 'tis but yet our Honey-Moon
Come let us to please each other strive
and gather like Bees within our Hive.
Thou must not be like a dull Idle drone
nor mind Horns for thou shalt have none:
But follow, thy Plough hy
Dobbin and
Roan
and I to my milking will go with
Joan.
Dear
Gill there are many old Complaints
all Wives that look fair dont prove all Saints
For many Mens wives are like the Moon
that alters each morning, each night and noon
Yet for my own part, I will never fear.
but try always to please my Dear
If I can▪ my VVife will hold almost a year
this Riddle me Riddle nine months will treat
Printed for P. Brooksby at th [...]Golden Ball in Pye Corner