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5.257 R188209 1 Guinea wins her Guinea wins her Guinea Wins Her YOung Gallants, that are single,/ be careful how you Marry, O this Wife, she makes me weary of my life. [with variations] Pepys 5.257 Wing H1453[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: 257 The Hen=peckt Cuckold:/ Being his sorrowful Lamentation for the Cruelty of a Wanton Wife. The Hen-peckt Cuckold: Being his sorrowful Lamentation for the Cruelty of a Wanton Wife. The Hen-pecked Cuckold: Being His Sorrowful Lamentation for the Cruelty of a Wanton Wife. 1/2 sheet folio, 288 x 155 cropped left edge, uneven inking cast fleurons, vertical rules 1664-1703 Printed for I. Blare at the Looking-glass on London=Bridge. I. Blare BBTI

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YOung Gallants, that are single, be careful how you Marry, Least sighs with tears you mingle, when you like me miscarry: Unto the sower apple-tree I am bound, now farewel liberty, The grief I undergo, None but my self doth know, She does the wanton play, I'm Cuckold night and day, Yet I must nothing say, O this Wife, she makes me weary of my life. I marry'd her for beauty, and faith I think I'm fitted, She scorns to own her duty, am I not to be pitty'd; A man of fourscore pounds a year, Yet kind Neighbours I am ne're the near, For if I meet a friend, I ha'n't a Groat to spend, but she'll in Taverns meet her Gallants, whom she'll treat, while I want food to eat, O this Wife, will make me weary of my life. Sometimes I blow the fire, with an intent to ease her, Believe me I'm no lyar, the Devil cannot please her, Perhaps something may fall awry, Then she'll straightways make the bellows fly, or wring me by the ears, she'll not regard my tears, for being all alone, I dare not sigh or groan, nor say my soul's my own, O this Wife, will make me weary of my life. One morning she was rising, and I was waiting on her, A passion straight she flys in, for faults which I had done her, Because her slippers I forgot, A[t] my head she threw the chamber-pot,
so dreadful was the blow, that blood began to flow, and I aloud did roar, but my tormenter swore, she'd give me ten times more, O this Wife, will make me weary of my life. There came a Linnen-Draper, one morning to embrace her, And I began to vapour, how I would scourge and lace her, He swore I should not them molest, And with that he lockt me in a chest, where close confin'd I lay, while he and she did play, their sport they did renew, which made my heart to rue, such Queens there is but few, Sure this Wife, will make me weary of my life. There's lusty Will the Plummer, likewise his brother Francis, And brawny Dick the Drummer, see how each Villian Dances, Her Musick gives them all content, As for me, alas, I do lament, The feathers which I wear, does to the world declare, that I am hornify'd, Old Nick would not be ty'd to such a cursed bride. Sure this Wife, will make me weary of my life. My Grief I cannot smuther, such is my sad disaster, I'll never have another shall be so much my master, If death would be so much my friend, As to bring my troubles to an end, and take her to the Grave, 'tis all that I would have, so soon as she is dead I'll mourn in Sack and Red, and never more will wed, For this Wife, has made me weary of my life.
Printed for J. Blare at the Looking-glass on London-Bridge.