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1.408-409 S5089 1 a very pleasant new Tune Cam'st thou not from Newcastle A Very Pleasant New Tune COm hither thou seaman braue / sir what do you require, THe saylor rige thy shipe, / and thy tacles do prouide Pepys 1.408-409 Rollins (1) II:22-28; STC 6100.5 W. J[ones c.1620]. Woodblock 1: below title, above first column: A man stands facing forward with his weight on his left leg and his right arm held out by his side. He wears a cape or cloak, a brimmed hat, a mustache, and short slops with a jerkin with an elaborate ruff. He appears to hold an object in his right hand. His left hand is at his hip. : 66 x 43 Woodblock 2: below title, above second column: A three-masted ship is at sail on the sea and is shown in profile. From the two tallest masts fly flags with a cross on them; from the other mast flies a pennant. Portholes or windows are visible in the side of the ship.: 51 x 55 Woodblock 3: below title, above first column: A well-dressed lady stands facing to her right and wearing a large neck ruff. She wears an ornate skirt with an underskirt. In her right hand she holds an object, possibly a chalice or scepter. Her left hand she holds in front of her.: 52 x 30 Woodblock 4: below title, above cast fleuron and second column: In the background is a walled city with turrets, towers, and crenellated roofs. Two towers stand on either side of the arched gateway in the city walls. In the foreground in front of the city a woman sits on a bench with her head resting in her right hand. She wears a wimple underneath a brimmed hat and some kind of gown. : 57 x 77 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 408 1: 409 The contented Couckould, / Or a pleasant new Songe of a New-Castle man / whose wife being gon from him, shewing how he came to London to / her, & when he found her carried her backe againe to New-Castle Towne. The contented Couckould, Or a pleasant new Songe of a New-Castle man whose wife being gon from him, shewing how he came to London to her, & when he found her carried her backe againe to New-Castle Towne. The Contented Cuckold, or a Pleasant New Song of a Newcastle Man Whose Wife being Gone from Him, Showing How He Came to London to Her, and When He Found Her Carried Her Back Again to Newcastle Town. The Second part. The Second part. The Second Part. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 280 x 135 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 280 x 135 cropped top edge, holed, damaged surface, set-off from opposite page visible damaged surface cast fleurons cast fleurons Printer W. I. 1620 Printed at London by W.I. Weinstein: STC intials

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 6/23/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Marriage infidelity London love maritime marriage travel 06/23/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created, ESTC # recorded / found in bl.uk 7/23/2007 Checker Katy Trumbull Ballad Checked 6/15/2006 Transcriber Dolly Smith Original Transcription 8/1/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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COm hither thou seaman brave sir what do you require, I prethee tell mee if thou can the thing that I desire, Seest thou not my true Love, seest not my Lover go downe, And seest thou not my true lover then com thorough New-Castle Towne. And metest thou not my true Love by the way as you came How should I know your true Love, that have met many a one, She is neyther whit nor black but as the heavens faire Her lookes are very beautifull, none may with her compare, She hath falsied her word and left me heere a lone And seest thou not my true lover then, go thorough New-Castle Towne: She hath left me heere alone, alone heere as you see, And seest thou not my true lover then, since she hath forsaken mee, Sure I saw your true love, or else I saw such a on In a gown and peticoat gay, go through New-Castle Towne. She went toward the sea O thither ward did she bend And with a very brave Coale shipe to London she is wende For when she went abor[de] she mickle was and merry, Sure I did wish then verily she had bene in my wherye, Tis now just two dayes since that the ship went away, That now a very great way of, the'ir fleeting on the sea,
O that was my true love, O that was my lover true Though she hath now forsaken me, and change me for a new I never gave her cause, why she should me forsake But now alas she is gone to sea, and an other corse doth take. But sure the winds and fates did both togeather agree Thus to cary a way my love that hath forsaken me But though the winds, did with the fates agree Yet will I never forsake my love, though she hath forsaken me. why hath she left you alone, an other for to take That sometimes did love you so d[e]are and her joy did you make, I loved her all my youth But now am old you see, Love liketh not the falling fruit nor yet the Withered tree. She is like a careles child forgets her promise paste She's blind, she's death, when as she l[ist] and in faith never fast, Her desires is fickel found and a trustles joy, I won her with a world of cares and lost her with a toy. But since I have her love I vowe her for to follow, Be it by land or else by sea or yet through dep or shallow, And if I do her find Ile count her for min owne, O then ill bring her back againe unto New-Castle Towne,
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THe saylor rige thy shipe, and thy tacles do provide I tell you true that I do meane, for to go the next tide, Spread forth your sayles abroad, and drive into the mayn, I pray you for to make great hast, wey anchor thou Jolly boat swayn. For I think every hower, for to be seaven yeare, Untill that I do find my love, I shall be in great feare, For I [d]o her for to seeke, I know not which way nor wheather, But I would the windes and fates, would graple our shipes togeather. For many a boystrous blast, here do I abid for thee Tossing and tumbling on the sea, though thou hast forsaken me: Yea greater paines I will, five hundred times indure, So I may win thy love againe, and therof be made sure. But when that thou doest heare, the paines that I doe take, For to finde thee out againe, thou wilt never me forsake, And now to see the seas, how smooth they are and plaine, Sure they do Calculat that I, shall find my love againe. And now at Gravsend towne, wee ar arived at last Let us with harty prayers to God, give thankes for dangers past, Now farewell seamen all, adew, nay twis adew, And if I chance to finde my love, Ile carry her back with you.
For I will go down this tide, allthough that it be late, Where all the way he slept untill, he came to Billinggate, But ere that he came their, twas early in the morning, Then he went up and down the streat, as on that was forlorne. First went he into Cheapside, thinking his lover to finde, And after that to London-ston, to satifie his minde, So strayt thorough tower street, he pased all along, Wher it was his chance to met, his love with a seafringman. But when the man espied her husband was so nye, Then he made no more adow, but run away presently, Which when her husband spied, unto his wife he came, And kist her their most lovingly, who blusht for very shame. Il that you will me forgive, and count me for your owne, I would go backe againe with you, unto New-Castle Towne, At which words he was full glad, that she so soone was wone, Then prethee swet go back againe, unto New-Castle Towne. Thus were they both a greed, to go togeather home, where wee will leave them for a while, going to New-Castle Towne. Thus was the poore man glad, that he had got his wife home, But he for a cockold ever went, in faire New-Castle Towne.
FINIS. Printed at London by W.I.