The Morpeth wedding garland/The fam'd young boufler

The fam'd Young Boufler.

I’M twenty Weeks married, and nothing but Grief,
I’m twenty Weeks married and finds no Relief,
I'm twenty Weeks married but yet am a Maid,
I'm ruin'd, I'm ruin'd, I'm ruin'd, ſhe ſaid.

I long to do as my Neighbours has done,
To have a fine Daughter, or a beautiful Son:
I long for to call up my Goſſipping Crew,
I'm ruin'd, I'm ruin'd, Oh, what ſhall I do!

There's Boufler in the Morning, and Boufler in Night,
And Boufler is all the young Ladies Delight;
The Ladies of Honour they'll give double Fees,
For Boufler to play between their two Knees.

My Boufler he is a bonny brisk Lad,
He cures the Green-ſickneſs though never ſo bad;
He cures the Green-ſickneſs, and other Diſeaſe,
Both Palſy and Gout, and old wrinkled Face.

If I had a Hundred bright Guineas in Gold,
And as many more as my Apron would hold,
I would give them all, and my Jewels too,
If that I could know what Boufler could do.

A young Man ſtood by and heard her ſad Grief,
I think in my Heart, I could give you Relief;
He pull'd up her Petticoats, and her Smock too,
Says he, now I'll ſhew you what Boufler can do.

With that the young Damſel began to look wild,
I think in my Heart you have got me with Child;
Had I not been married, I had been undone,
This Night you have got me with a Daughter or Son.

This Damſel ſhe ran to her Father's Whitehall,
And down on her bended Knees ſhe did fall;
Says, Pardon dear Father and Mother too,
For now I can ſhew you what Boufler can do.
Says, Pardon dear Father and Mother too,
For now I can call up my Goſſipping Crew.