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5.256 R174416 1 The Scotch Hay-makers The Scotch Haymakers The Scotch Haymakers HEar my lamentation, good People, now I pray,/ I marry'd with a Wife that is youthful, fair and gay; Now, under favour, did you ever hear the like before. [with variations] Pepys 5.256 Wing C7453[b]B 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. 5: 256 THE/ CUCKOLD's Calamity:/ OR, THE/ Old Usurer Plunder'd of his Gold/ BY/ His Young WIFE,/ FOR/ The supply of her Gallants,/ WHO/ Hope Her out at a dead LIFT. THE CUCKOLD'S Calamity OR, THE Old Usurer Plunder'd of his Gold BY His Young WIFE, FOR The supply of her Gallants, WHO Hope Her out at a dead LIFT. The Cuckold's Calamity or, The Old Usurer Plundered of his Gold by his Young Wife, for the Supply of her Gallants, Who Hope her out at a Dead Lift. 1/2 sheet folio, 270 x 188 cropped left, right and bottom edges, damaged surface, uneven inking 1664-1703 LONDON: Printed for J. Blare, at the Looking-glass on London=Bridge. J. Blare BBTI

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HEar my lamentation, good People, now I pray, I marry'd with a Wife that is youthful, fair and gay; Oh! she took me for my gold, tho' I'm goughty, lame, and old, The mo[r]e's the pity, through the City, I am often told Of the Intreagues which she often plays, My Heart it is perplex'd and tormented many ways; Her Sparks she keeps in store, and kicks me out of door, Now, under favour, did you ever hear the like before. Tho' I strive to please her, I find 'tis all in vain, My tender fond imbraces with frowns she does disdain; Once she threw me out of bed, where I fell, and broke my head, I cry'd, Sweet Jewel, why so cruel? then she wish'd me dead, There did I lye in a woeful plight, Upon the boards, dear Friends, till the morning, morning-light; My Lodging on the Floor, did grieve my Heart full sore, Friends, under favour, did you ever hear the like before. Nay I did but grumble that she had serv'd me so, And thereupon the Pispot she at my Head did throw, Which was of the largest size, and before that I could rise, The flood of Urine, oh! the Urine blinded both my eyes; A Tost which was in the Pot did fly Between my aged Gums, then aloud I thus did cry, You sawcy stinking Whore, introath I said no more, But she like thunder, soon assunder my gray locks she tore. She was much offended that I had call'd her thus, So to be reconcil'd, I was force to stretch my Purse, A rich Garb for her I bought, with fine golden Flowers wrought, The best of Women, for their Trimming, tho' they thousands brought, Never can vaunt it more gay in Pride, Yet to my face she swears I shall still be hornify'd; She having Sparks in store, a dozen still or more, Friends, under favour, did you ever hear the like before.
How do'ye think she serv'd the last Whitson-wednesday, My bag of Gold and Silver under my Pillow lay, While I slept she drew it out, now with Hectors brave and stout, She takes her Pleasure, spends my Treasure, oh, it flies about, While she does revel it day and night, In Taverns with her Sparks, I am clearly ruin'd quite, For there they rant and roar, consuming all my store, Friends, under favour, did you ever here the like before. Once it was my fortune to find her with a Bow, As they into a Tavern both hand in hand did go, Whereupon I did presume for to watch them to their Room, Where like a Novice, through a crevice, I beheld my doom, Having no power to hold my tongue, I call'd him, Saucy Knave, and the door I open slung; But strait her Gallant swore, I run and said no more, F[r]iends, under favour, did you ever hear the like before. But he over-took me, and bent his rugged Brows, And said, He'd run me through if I own'd so sweet a Spouse: Now with that he drew, and swears, not regarding my gray hairs With naked Rapier did he vapour, drove me down the stairs, So that I left him with my young Wife. And glad I was, dear Friends, that I sav'd my precious life; So getting out of door, I vow'd I'd come no more, Friends, under favour, did you ever hear the like before. Loosing all my Mony I fear will break my Heart, Besides there is not many that seems to take my part; Oh what Sorrows have I felt, let them take her like a Jilt, The Devil blind her, I'd not mind her, had I but my Gilt; But in regard she has serv'd me so, Dear Friends I can't forbear, but my Horn I needs must blow The lose of all my Store, has made me wretched poor, Friends, under favour, did you ever hear the like before.
LONDON: Printed for J. Blare, at the Looking-glass on London-bridge.