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Magdalene College - Pepys
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A Banquet for Soveraigne Husbands.
The Rosting of the Ramme whole at Saint Giles in the fields on
Wednesday the twenty foure of June, 1629. being Midsommer day, Head, Hornes
and all. To the tune of The Woman to the Plow,
and the Man to the Hen-Roost.

ON Midsommer day I chanc't to goe
Unto a place which many know:
And there was done a merry Jest,
Which in my song shall be exprest.
Let no man thinke this is a flamme,
I sing the rosting of a Ramme.

Saint Giles'es in the fields, that towne,
Which no place can for mirth put downe:
Especially about the City,
They have such sport and pastime pretty:
But this excels all, sure I am,
I meane the rosting of the Ramme.

[The Ramm]e was for this purpose fed,
[Was cooked w]hole both feet and head:
[Head an]d hornes and all to boot,
[And now her]e all that would come too't.
[Come John,] come George, come William
[so precious] is the rosted Ramme.

[And many a man ther]e thither came,
[Swearing he would] his wife rule and tame:
[And that he s]hould eate up the spit,
[?]om should taste a bit.
[But all be]held most sure I am
[that nothing was eaten] of the Ramme.

He lay so long o'th Spit Ile tell yee,
Till most o'th puddings dropt out of's belly,
And scarce a man durst draw his knife,
For feare he should displease his wife:
Many excus'd it with a flam,
and few or none durst touch the Ram.

At last came in a good fellow o'th Towne,
And swore it should cost him a Crowne,
But he would have a slash at th' Tuppe,
This was before his wife was up:
Had she bin there, halfe sure I am,
he had not tasted of the Ram.

Many were halfe resolved to enter,
Yet on the Ram they durst not venter,
For feare their wives ere they had dinde
Would fetch them home with words unkind:
Franke would fain, & so would Sam,
yet neither of them durst taste the Ram.

This being perceived by mine Host,
Who fear'd this project would be crost,
Hee had it cut off bit by bit,
And sold for money from off the spit:
On these conditions many came
to buy for money some o'th Ram.

The second part To the same tune.

NOw if this Ramme had beene a Bull,
And all his belly with pudding full,
If none but ruling women might
Have come, it had bin swallowd quite
In the forenoone, for sure I am
they best deserv'd to eate the Ram.

But now to make my story short,
This Ram all day did cause good sport,
As Moris-dancing, and such toyes,
That draw together Girles and Boyes.
And many a groat and tester came
to'th Host, for tasting of the Ram.

The Master Cooke that Joviall blade,
All day good mirth and pastime made:
Though first a Tapster, next a Groome,
He for that day supplyde the roome
Of th'Cooke, and he with many a flam
got money for the rosted Ram.

One man among the rest was there,
Who meant to tast of this good cheare,
But he was glad his share to hide,
For's wife came in and began to chide,
She sware he should dine with the devil &'s Dam
before he should eate a bit o'th Ram.

This poore mans credit being crackt,
Alack for woe the market slackt,
For all the women did consent,
To make her tongue their president:
And many a one to hinder came
their husbands from the taste o th Ram.

One sort of wives were not so bold,
In such a meeting place to scold:
Yet 'cause their husbands shall not eate,
On purpose they dispraise the meate.
But I eate some, and sure I am,
no Venson's sweeter then was that Ram[.]

Though ruling husbands few did taste,
The Ramme was eaten up at last:
They shav'd him barely to the bones,
Nay some did cut his very stones:
Who did the same not sure I am:
who ever he was he well lov'd Ram.

Some eate the rumpe, and some the feet,
Not asking whether the meate was sweet,
The head and hornes I cannot tell,
Unto whose share by right they fel,
But he that hath a wanton wife,
might keepe them still to whet his knife.

Thus unto you I have exprest,
The manner of this mery feast:
He that is horned like a beast,
Perhaps is angry at this Jest,
But each good fellow sure I am,
will buy this Ballad of the Ram.

If here be any scolding wives,
I wish them if they love their lives,
In any case not buy this song,
Which doth to gentle wives belong:
Thus from the Author told I am,
who made this ditty of the Ram.

Printed for Francis Coules. FINIS. M.P.

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