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5.409 R187999 1 The Old Man's Wish The Old Man's Wish The Old Man's Wish DEar Friends behold a Brother most sad, / For loosing my Ding Dangs makes me mad, title unclear: 'An Excellent Mew SONG C[all']d,/ THE/ Quakers Lamentation/ FOR/ The loss of his Ding-Dangs.'; verso pasted down; date from imprint. Pepys 5.409 Wing E3825[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. 5: 409 An Excellant Mew SONG Call'd,/ THE/ Quakers Lamentation/ FOR/ The loss of his Ding-Dangs. An Excellant Mew SONG [Call'd], THE Quakers Lamentation FOR The loss of his Ding-Dangs. An Excellent New Song Called, the Quaker's Lamentation for the Loss of His Ding-dangs. 1/2 sheet folio, 233 x 155 cropped bottom edge, damaged surface, uneven inking, verso shows through horizontal and vertical rules Printer T. Moore 1687-1691 London, Printed and Sold by T. Moore. 1692. T. Moore 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 8/7/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Various Subjects advice infidelity marriage religioustypes&sects sex/sexuality virtue vulgarities/crasshumor 08/07/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, Metadata added, Xballaded 09/13/06 Transcriber Talya Meyers Original Transcription 10/23/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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DEar Friends behold a Brother most sad, For loosing my Ding Dangs makes me mad, Jealousie had lik'd to cost me Life, Oh that I ne're had known a Wife. When a Sister once my Wife had been, I thought she'd had the Light within, But instead thereof I had a hard Fate, For Horns I fear'd was on my Pate. Oh what a hard Case it is indeed, When Two of the Spirit chance to Wed; Then One to fall off and imbrace the Flesh, Is not this a most pittious Case. This run in my Head and vexed me sore, Poor Quaker was never so serv'd before; For Ease of my Mind not making of Moan, Without more adoe I whipt off my S---- [?], 'Twas a Razor gave the Fatal Stroke, Now what will Jenny do for a Cloke, Do for a Cloke when her Belly does swell, By Yea and by Nay I cannot tell. If Jenny shall have any Children now, The Case will be plain which way and how, For what I can do she may lye alone, No good she can have the Vertue is gone. But that which Troubles me most of all, My Ding-Dangs now I cannot recall, I cannot recall the Pleasure again, Which oft times I have had with them.
Nay more then that I dare not go out, For the Wicked they do [?]ear and Flout, They call me Fumbling Quaker withall, And Swear I can do nothing at all. When to the Meeting-House I am got, Tho a Spiritual Place Ile tell thee what, The Sanctifi'd Si[stt]ers stare in my Face, Then Smile at each other with Disgrace. I cannot Converse with Women Kind, But streightways they declare their mind, And say that I am not fit to Live, For Cuting off that my Wife should have. Oh that I had my Tools again, Tho a Cuckold I was nere so plain; If the Wicked has the thing not done, The Child may be a hopefull Son. Now Jenny I do Grieve full sore, To think that I shall nere do more; If to Live without thou must be Sick, Pray let a Brother do the Trick. Now to the Brethron of the North, I mean those that use the Bull and Mouth, Dont Cut off your Tools as I have done. Youl hang your selves when they are gone. The Sisters too I do advise, In all your Breathings to be Wise, Nere let your Mates know what you do, Least Whipping Work falls on them to.
London, Printed and Sold by T. Moore, 1692.