%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A New BALLAD/ Of an Amorous Coachman,/ Who was so difficult in pleasing his Love-sick Fancy; that after his several Ad-/dresses to the Female Sex, he was at last Married: which made him cry out,/ Alass! My Humour is so hard to please,/ That I find Love, not Love, but a Disease;/ Yes a Disease that rages in my Heart,/ And wounds my Amorous Soul in ev'ry part:/ I love and loath and both within an hour,/ So soon my Loathing Loving do's devour. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1664-1696 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/20/2007 21760

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4.96 R232856 1 There was a brisk Lass King James's Jig; The Country Farmer There Was a Brick Lass I Went to the Fair to pick out a Wife,/ That might be a comfort to my svveet Life: Then Mary and I walkt out to take Air,/ She had a fine skin and delicate hair, Pepys 4.96 Wing N561A 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. 4: 96 A New BALLAD/ Of an Amorous Coachman,/ Who was so difficult in pleasing his Love-sick Fancy; that after his several Ad-/dresses to the Female Sex, he was at last Married: which made him cry out,/ Alass! My Humour is so hard to please,/ That I find Love, not Love, but a Disease;/ Yes a Disease that rages in my Heart,/ And wounds my Amorous Soul in ev'ry part:/ I love and loath and both within an hour,/ So soon my Loathing Loving do's devour. A New BALLAD Of an Amorous Coachman, Who was so difficult in pleasing his Love-sick Fancy; that after his several Ad- dresses to the Female Sex, he was at last Married: which made him cry out, Alass! My Humour is so hard to please, That I find Love, not Love, but a Disease; Yes a Disease that rages in my Heart, And wounds my Amorous Soul in ev'ry part: I love and loath and both within an hour, So soon my Loathing Loving do's devour. A New Ballad of an Amorous Coachman, Who Was so Difficult in Pleasing His Love-sick Fancy; That After His Several Addresses to the Female Sex, He Was at Last Married: Which Made Him Cry Out, Alas! My Humor is so Hard to Please, that I Find Love, Not Love, but a Disease; Yes a Disease that Rages in My Heart, and Wounds My Amorous Soul in Every Part: I Love and Loath and Both Within an Hour, so Soon My Loathing Loving Does Devour. The Second Part, The Second Part, The Second Part, 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 210 x 308 creased, uneven inking, set-off from opposite page visible vertical rules and cast fleurons 1664-1696 Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in/ Pye-corner. P. Brooksby BBTI

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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 8/20/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Marriage affliction/health love marriage sex/sexuality 8/20/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, Metadata updated, XML created 10/31/06 Transcriber Jessica Murphy Original Transcription 9/15/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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I Went to the Fair to pick out a Wife, That might be a comfort to my sweet Life: On pretty black Nanny I cast a Sheeps eye, And told her for Love, I believ'd I shou'd dye; I kist her a little and thought that her breath Had poisoned me so that I looked for Death, She stunk as she stood, like Carrion I'le swear So I found that I'de got the wrong Sow by the Ear. To Jenney they wisht me, indeed she was fair But a pox on her Carrots, I lik'd not red hair, Her skin I did love, but her hair I did hate, I ne'r in my Life could love Carrot-pate: She told me of combs to alter the hue But I'faith I thought they were like True blew; And therefore in hast I had her adieu, And nimbly I tript to wanton Sue.
Kind Sue quoth I, I'me come to Wooe, Love perches methinks upon thy brow, In troth cry'd she, if thou meanest to be mine A pair of good Horns shall perch on thine This nettl'd me so that I ran away, True words spoke in jest we often do say: With head and with heart both brimful of pain Away I did scamper to Mrs. Jane. She seem'd very coy, it pleas'd me the more, I lik'd her much better than all before; In the Room was a bed to work we went And hardly ten minutes of time was spent, Before I perceiv'd her Jewel was lost, And thus my fond hopes and purpose was crost: I thought it high-time, the Coach-man was fled Perceiving the want of her Maidenhead.
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Then Mary and I walkt out to take Air, She had a fine skin and delicate hair, I thought me self blest by the Pow'rs above, For troth I was smitten and much in Love: But she was cross and as peevish as a Whore, As any old Jade can be at therefore; She thwarted me still in whatever I said, And then I drove on to a nasty Jade. Her name was Rebecca, in holy-day Clothes She was smug and far sweeter than Munday-Rose When they were lock'd up she look'd as black As the Mourning Suit on my Masters back; I fancy the Sow and Pigs she trac'd, For up to the knee her coat was lac'd, Her Smock was as black as the Hood she wore, I had her be gone for a nasty whore. To Deborah then in hast I ran, Her skin was as smooth as Feathers of Swan, I told her I lov'd her, and canted with Zeal And try'd by Religion her Pulse to feel: But say what I would, she answer'd me nay, Thought I, I shall not be marry'd to day: She sigh'd and she whin'd when I askt her to marry She often would cry, good Coachman tarry. Then I sneakt off, and to Dolly I went, In whom I expected to find content: But Dolly was damnable proud and high To the Coach-box before me, she needs would fly; I took up my Whip and I gave her a lick She said she abhorr'd me for that trick: And now the poor Coachman must lye all alone, For he's envy'd by some, and pittied by none. But stay, last of all his Fortunes to mend, To Dorcas the Coach-man was wish'd by a Friend Who said she would make him amends for the loss Of all his old Sweethearts, for she was not cross; So the Coachman was married he thought to content, But he ever since do's live to repent, His Wife had some faults which I'le tell you in brief She was a Pick-pockit, a Whore & a Thief.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner.