An Answer to the
Old Man's WISH:
Containing the Young Lasses Longing desire to be Marry'd
and eke to an Old Man rather than fail.
To the Tune of, The Old Mans Wish .
Licensed according to Order .
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O That I was now a Marry'd Wife,
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Then should I enjoy a happy Life;
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Let me no longer languish alone,
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One that is old is better than none .
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What if thy head be hoary and gray,
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Every Night we'll dally and play,
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Dally and play, tho' Seventy-one,
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One that is, etc.
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Tho' thou art Aged, yet thou art right,
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Able to yield a Woman delight;
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Therefore no longer leave me alone,
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He that is , etc.
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Let me enjoy this Jolly Old Lad,
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Seeing no other is to be had;
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What tho' he be as cold as a Stone,
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One that is , etc.
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Silver and Gold I know he has store;
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Thus we may live, and never be poor,
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Never be poor, nor languish alone,
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He that is , etc.
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What if my Fancy he cannot feed,
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Yet will I take the Will for the Deed;
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Why should I longer languish alone,
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One that is , etc.
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Love is a pain I cannot endure,
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Why should I not seek out for a Cure;
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Here I have long made pitiful moan,
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One that is , etc.
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Every morning when I arise,
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Trickling tears does flow from mine Eyes;
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Let me no longer languish alone,
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One that is , etc.
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What tho' he cannot follow the stroak,
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Yet I declare he'll serve for a Cloak;
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Now for this very reason alone,
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He that is , etc.
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When I shall wed this Wealthy Old man,
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Him I will love as well as I can;
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Tho' with the Gout all night he doth groan
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One that is , etc.
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He shall be fed with delicate Fare,
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All the decays of Strength to repair;
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Why should I longer languish alone,
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Tho' he be , etc.
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E're my old Man shall be a meer Slave,
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'll have a Bully bonny and brave;
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Yet between whiles I'll love him alone,
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One that is , etc.
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He has two thousand pounds and above,
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This is enough to make me in love
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With this grey wealthy Miser alone,
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Tho' he be , etc.
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E're it be long, I know he will dye,
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Then none will be so Jolly as I;
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But the mean while I'll love him alone,
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Tho' he be old, he's better than none .
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