Then tunes his pipe and sings so sweet,
I have no power to go.
All other lassies he forsakes,
and flies to me alone:
At every fair or other wakes,
I hear the maidens moan:
He buys me toys and sweet meats too,
And ribbons for my hair:
What swain was ever half so true,
or half so kind and fair?
Where’er I go, I nothing fear,
if Jockey is but by:
For I alone am all his care,
when ever danger’s nigh;
He vows to wed next Whitsunday,
and make me blest for life:
Can I refuse, ye maidens, say
to be young Jockey’s wife.
The GOOD WIFE.
THat man who for life is bless’d with a wife,
is sure in a happy condition:
Go things as they will, she sticks by him still,
she’s comforter, friend and physician.
Pray where is the joy, to trifle and toy,
yet dread some disaster from beauty;
Sure sweet is the bless of a conjugal kiss,
where love mingles pleasure with duty.
One extravagant whore will cost a man more,
than twenty good wives that are saving,
For wives they will spare that their children may
but whores are eternally craving,(share
