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4.147 R174544 1 Hey Boys, up go we Hey, Boys, Up Go We Hey Boys, Up Go We WHere have you been, you drunken Dog, / where have you been to day? at hey Boys up go we. [with variations] imprint unclear: Printed for J[.] S. in the Strand. Pepys 4.147 Wing D1290[A] 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: 147 A / DIALOGUE / BETWEEN / A Baker and his Wife, living near Lambath Mash, / in Lambeth Parish, in the County of Surry: A DIALOGUE BETWEEN A Baker and his Wife, living near Lambath Mash, in Lambeth Parish, in the County of Surry: A Dialogue Between a Baker and His Wife, Living Near Lambeth Mash, in Lambeth Parish, in the County of Surrey: 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 215 x 240 cropped top and bottom edges, damaged and holed surface, uneven inking, right bottom corner repaired with paper showing traces of unrelated block 0 Printed for J. S. in the Strand. J. S.

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WHere have you been, you drunken Dog, where have you been to day? For every fault you do commit, you shall severely pay: I'll tear your throat, i ll hang your bones, that you shall quickly see, Before that ever you shall play, at hey Boys up go we. My dearest dear, the Breeches take, for all I have is thine; Go out among thy Gossips love, drink Beer, or Ale, or Wine, Hot Potts or any thing you please, so I may quiet be; And come and let us play in Bed, at hey Boys up go we.
A curse upon your plaguey Face, I wish that thou were dead; Nay, if thou live assuredly, I will cornute thy Head: You drunken Dog when you are out, if you'll not better be; With another I will have about at hey Boys up go we. Upon my bended knees my Dear, thy Pardon I do beg; I never will forsake thy Bed, While I can lift a Legg; My Love, it was, the Taylor's fault, it's he hath ruin'd me; Come my dear Love let's have a game, [a]t hey Boys up go we.
You Dog I'll stamp upon your Gutts, I'll end your wretched Life; Was ever Churl so bad as thee, unto so good a Wife: Now it is time to praise myself none else will do it I see; You Rogue you shall not have one bit, of hey Boys up go we. Dear Love, be but reconcil'd, this once my Love to mee; And I will never more offend, to such a high degree; The Taylor's company I'll leave, for he has ruin'd me: Come Love let's have a little touch, at hey Boys up go we. Thou toothless Fool, thou Drunken Sot, thou foolish silly Ass; I'll drive thee in the Fields to feed, with Bulls that live on Grass; Go fumble like a fumbling Fool, go get thee gone from me, For thou shalt not so much as feel, my hey Boys up go we. O wretched Man! What shall I do? where shall I hide my Head? I am a weary of my Life, I wish that I was Dead; See how the Tears do trickle down, behold dear Wife and see, How I am in a piteous Case, for hey Boys up go we. Well, if you'll promise to be good, and will the Dishes wash, And mind to feed the Poultery this fault I by will pass: My little, silly, pritty, Cock, be thou but rul'd by me, And I'll give thee thy Belly full, of hey Boys up go we. By thy Smock-tail I'll swear my Love, I n'er will do amiss, And to confirm the same, my Dear, the Book I'll freely kiss; All Company I will forsake, and go to Bed with thee, Where I will please my love, with hey Boys up go we.
Printed for J.S. in the Strand.