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3.300 R179648 1 the same Tune Aye, Marry, and Thank You Too The Same Tune COme listen, and hear me tell/ the end of a Tale so true, Pepys 3.300 Wing L462E 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. 3: 300 THE/ Lass of LYNN's New Joy/ For finding a Father for her Child./ Being a Third SONG of Marry and Thank ye too: THE Lass of LYNN's New Joy For finding a Father for her Child. Being a Third SONG of Marry and Thank ye too: The Lass of Lynn's New Joy for Finding a Father for Her Child. Being a Third Song of Marry and Thank Ye Too: 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 190 x 323 creased headpiece: 37 x 144, cast fleurons 1682-1692 Printed and Sold by J. Millet, next door to the Flower-de- Luce in Little-Brittain. J. Millet PBA

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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 4/3/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant infidelity marriage sex/sexuality trickery/deceit vulgarities/crasshumor 04/03/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph metadata added, xml created 02/24/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph transcription checked 08/14/2006 Checker Eric Nebeker transcription checked 08/04/2006 Transcriber Eric Nebeker original transcription 08/31/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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COme listen, and hear me tell the end of a Tale so true, The Lass that made her Belly Swell, with Marry and thank ye too. With many hard Sobs and Throws, and Sorrow enough (I wot) She had wept Tears, the whole Town knows, would fill a whole Chamber-pot.
For Pleasure with Pain she pays, her Belly and Shame to hide, So hard all day she Lac'd her Stayes, as Pinched both her Back and Side. Oh! were not my Belly full, a husband I'd have to Night; There's George the Tapster at the Bull, I'm sure I'm his whole Delight.
This day on his Knees he Swore, he Lov'd me above his Life, Were not my Pipkin Crackt before, I vow I would be his Wife. Her Mother that heard her, spoke, O take him at's word, said she; A Husband, Child's, the only Cloak to cover a Great Belly. Her Mother she show'd the way, and straight without more ado, She took him to the Church next day, and Marry'd and thank'd him too. But Oh! when he came to Bed, the saddest News now to tell ye; On a soft place his hand he laid, and found she'd a Rising Belly: At which he began to Roar, your Fancy it has been Itching; Byth' Meat in your Pot, I find, you Whore, you've had a Cook in your Kitchin. O fie, my dear Love, said she, what puts you into this Dump? For what tho' Round my Belly be, it is only Fat and Plump. Good Flesh it is all, ye Chit, besides, the plain truth to tell, I've eat so much, the Sack-Posset has made my poor Belly Swell.
Nay, then I've wrong'd thee, he crys, I beg thy sweet pardon for't; I'll get thee a Boy before we rise, and so he fell to the Sport. No, the Boy it was got before, the Midwife soon wisht him Joy; But, Oh! e're full five Months were o're, she brought him a lusty Boy. My Wife brought to Bed, says George, I hope she has but Miscarry'd; A Boy! says he, how can that be, when we are but five Months Marry'd. Five Months! has the Man last his Wits? crys Midwife, what does the Fool say? Five Months by Days, and five by Nights, sh'has gone her full time to a day. The Child's all your own, by my truth, the pritty Eyes do but see, Had it been spit out of your Mouth, more like you it could not be. Nay then, my kind Gossips all, says George, let us Merry make; I'll Tap a Barrel of stout Ale, and send for a Groaning-Cake. The Gossips they Laugh'd and Smil'd, and Mirth it went round all through; She'd found a Father for her Child, Hye, Marry and thank him too.
Printed and Sold by J. Millet, next door to the Flower-de-Luce in Little-Britain.