%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE/ Seamens Wives Vindication,/ OR,/ An Answer to the pretended Frolick, which was said to be by/ them over a Bowl of PUNCH./ You writ that we drank Liquor free,/ but for your Writing so;/ You are to blame, nay, blush for shame,/ since it was nothing so. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1671-1702 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/17/2007 21847

The University of California makes a claim of copyright only to original contributions made by Early Modern Center participants and other members of the university community. The University of California makes no claim of copyright to the original text. Permission is granted to download, transmit or otherwise reproduce, distribute or display the contributions to this work claimed by The University of California for non-profit educational purposes, provided that this header is included in its entirety. For inquiries about commercial uses, please contact:

Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

4.185 R187421 1 O so ungrateful a Creature O So Ungrateful a Creature WHy does the Poets abuse us,/ we that are Seamens poor wives see also Pepys 4.184 Pepys 4.185 Wing S2200B 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: 185 THE/ Seamens Wives Vindication,/ OR,/ An Answer to the pretended Frolick, which was said to be by/ them over a Bowl of PUNCH./ You writ that we drank Liquor free,/ but for your Writing so;/ You are to blame, nay, blush for shame,/ since it was nothing so. THE Seamens Wives Vindication, OR, An Answer to the pretended Frolick, which was said to be by them over a Bowl of PUNCH. You writ that we drank Liquor free, but for your Writing so; You are to blame, nay, blush for shame, Since it was nothing so. The Seamen's Wives' Vindication, or, an Answer to the Pretended Frolic, Which Was Said to Be by Them over a Bowl of Punch. You Wrote That We Drank Liquor Free, but for Your Writing So; You Are to Blame, Nay, Blush for Shame, Since It Was Nothing So. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 198 x 330 uneven inking cast fleurons 1671-1702 Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Guiltspur=Street. J. Deacon Spufford and BBTI

This document follows the guidelines specified for TEI.

XML Generated Automatically at 8/17/2007 2:23:18 PM Using EMC

XBallad Parsing Engine developed by Carl Stahmer.

TEI Template developed by Gerald Egan and Modified by Carl Stahmer

All apostrophes are encoded as '.

Any dashs occurring in line breaks have been removed;

All dashs are encoded as ‐ and all em dashes as —.

 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 8/17/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Sea alcohol maritime trickery/deceit 08/17/2007 Checker Eugene Hart Entered into X-Ballad 09/18/2006 Transcriber Summer Star Original Transcription 10/29/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">THE</hi> </seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Seamens Wives Vindication,</hi> </seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">OR,</hi> </seg> <seg n="4" rend="left"><hi rend="bold"><hi rend="italic">An Answer to the pretended Frolick, which was said to be by</hi></hi> </seg> <seg n="5" rend="left"><hi rend="bold"><hi rend="italic">them over a Bowl of</hi></hi> <hi rend="italic">PUNCH.</hi> </seg> <lb/> <seg n="6" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">You writ that we drank Liquor free,</hi> </seg> <seg n="7" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">but for your Writing so;</hi> </seg> <lb/> <seg n="8" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">You are to blame, nay, blush for shame,</hi> </seg> <seg n="9" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Since it was nothing so.</hi> </seg> <lb/> <seg n="10" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">To the Tune of, <hi rend="bold">O so Ungrateful a Creature</hi> .</hi> </seg> <lb/> <seg n="11" rend="left">This may be Printed, <hi rend="italic">R.P.</hi> </seg>
W Hy does the Poets abuse us, we that are Seamens poor wives Have they not cause to excuse us, knowing our sorrowful lives? We are, alas! broken-hearted, as we can very well prove, What from our joys we are parted, those Loyal Husbands we love. You that declare we are jolly, do but abuse us we find, For we are most Melancholly, always tormented in mind:
While that our Husbands are Sailing on the Tempestuous Seas, Here we are sighing, bewailing, nothing affordeth us ease. Here you have newly reported, that we are Girls of the Game, Who do delight to be Courted, are you not highly to blame? Saying we often are Merry, Punch is the Liquor we praise, Though we are known to be weary of these our sorrowful days.
H Ow could you say there was many wives that did drink, rant, & sing; When I protest there's not any of us that practice this thing: Are we not forc'd to borrow, being left bare without Chink, 'Tis in a Cup of cold sorrow, if we so often do Drink. Tho' we have little to nourish us while our Husbands are there, Merchants in London they flourish, through their industrious care: They are the stay of the Nation, men of a undaunted Renown, Why should a false accusation, run the poor Seamens Wives down? Saying, we follow'd our Liquor, with a great Gossiping Crew, Making our Tongues to run quicker then they had reason to do? Thus they would blast all our Glory, by the soft Wits of their Brains, He that invented that Story, was but a Fool for his pains. We are so far from such pleasure, making of jol[l]y Punch-Bowls, That we lament out of measure, every Woman condoles;
When she in Bed should lye sleeping, if the high Winds they do roar, There she in sorrow is weeping, fearing to see him no more. They are to Dangers exposed, as we may very well guess, How can our Eye-lids be closed, in such a time of Distress? You that are free from that horror, having your Husbands secure, Little consider the horror, that we do dayly endure. Tho' there is joy in our Meeting, when they come safe from the Main, Yet 'tis a sorrowful Greeting, when we are parted again: Land-men in a full Fruition, feeds on the fat of the Land, This is a happy Condition, having all things at command. Tho' we have not such a plenty, yet I can very well prove, That there is not one in twenty, but who her Husbands doth love: You that have caus'd those Distractions writing a Story not true; May be asham'd of your Actions, and thus I bid you adieu.
Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Guiltspur-street.