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S119848 2 the same Tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune Where is my true Love UNKNOWN Where is My True Love YOu Batchelors that braue it / So gallant in the street, ALacke wherefore lament you, / your happy wedded state: Behold me a married man. [with variation] Now you are a married young man. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 216 1: 217 The Lamentation of a new married man, briefely declaring the sorrow and grief / that comes by marrying a young wanton wife The Lamentation of a new married man, briefely declaring the sorrow and grief that comes by marrying a young wanton wife The Lamentation of a new married man, brieflydeclaring the sorrow and grief that comes by marrying a young wanton wife Printer the Assignes of Thomas Symcock. 1619-1619

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<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The Lamentation of a new married man, briefely declaring the sorrow and grief</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">that comes by marrying a young wanton wife</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">To the tune of, Where is my true Love,</hi></seg>
YOu Batchelors that brave it So gallant in the street, With Muske & with Rose water, Smelling all so sweet: With shooes of Spanish leather, So stately to your feet, Behold me a married man. Before that I was wedded, I lived in delight, I went unto the dancing schoole, I learnd at Fence to fight: With twenty other pleasures, That now are banisht quite, I being a etc. When I lived single, I knew no cause of strife, I had my heart in quiet, I led a pleasant life. But now my chiefest study Is how to please my Wife, I being a married man, Quoth she, You do not love me, To leave me all alone, You must goe a gadding, And I must bide at home, While you among your minions, Spend more then is your owne: This life leads a etc. Do you think to keep me So like a drudge each day, To toile and moile so sadly And lame me every way? Ile have a Maid, by Lady, Shall work while I do play, This life etc, Then must I give attendance Upon my Mistris heeles, I must wait before her, While she doth walk the Fields, Sheel eat no meat but Lobsters, And pretty Girgs and Eeles, This life etc Then must I get her Cherries, And dainty Kathern Peares, And then longs for Codlings, She breedeth Childe she sweares When God knowes tis a cushion That she about her beares, This life etc. She must have Rabbet suckers, Without spot or specke, I must buy her Pescods At sixteen groats the Pecke She must have Egs & white wine To wash her face and neck: This life etc.
If once to passe it commeth, That she is brought to bed, Why then with many dainties She must be dayly fed, A hundred toyes and trifles Comes then within her head: This life etc. Against that she is churched, A new Gowne she must have: A daintie fine Rebato About her neck so brave: French bodies, with a Farthingale She never linnes to crave This life etc. Abroad among her Gossips Then must she daily go: Requesting of this favour A man must not say no, Lest that an unkinde quarrell About this matter grow This life etc. To offerings and to Wedings: Abroad that she must prance, Whereas with lusty youngsters This gallant dame must dance: Her husband must say nothing, What hap soever chance: This life etc. And then there is no remedy, She must go to a play, To purge abounding Choller, And drive sad dumps away: She tarries out till midnight, She sweares she will not stay, This life etc. When home at last she commeth, To bed she gets her soone, And there she sleeps full soundly, Till the next day at noon, Then must she eat a Cawdle With a silver spoone This life etc. Therefore my friends be warned, You that unwedded be, The troubles of a married man You do most plainly see. Who likes not of his living, Would he would change with me, That now am a etc. Where I was wont full often Good companie to keepe. Now I must rocke the Cradle, And hush the childe asleep, I had no time nor leasure Out of my doores to peep, Since I was a married man,
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The Second part. To the same Tune.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">An answer sent to the young married man.</hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Written most friendly by his gentle Wife Nan.</hi></seg>
ALacke wherefore lament you, your happy wedded state: Therein you shew great folly, repentance come to late To make your self a mocking stock with every scoffing mate Now you are a married young man. In youth, do well remember, Your minde was all on pride: Deceiving sport and pleasure, Your lavish thoughts did guide, Tis time such foolish fancies should now be laid aside; Now you are etc, When you lived single, Your time you vainely spent: Unto unlawfull pastime Your youngling wits were bent But now you must learn wisedome, discredit to prevent, Sith you are etc, An alas to estimation, Longs to a single life, What were you but skip Jacke, Before you had a wife, A mate for every madcap, a stirrer up of strife, Till you were etc, A Wife hath won you credit, A Wife makes you esteemd An honest man through marriage Now are you surely deem[]d.
And you shall finde at all times, a wife your dearest friend, Now you are etc. Then is it right and reason, Your wife should pleased be, It is a happy houshold Where couples do agree, It doth delight the Angels, such Concord for to see, Then blest is the etc. If I do blame your gadding It is for love, be sure, Bad company doth alwaies Ill counsell still procure The man that will be thrifty, must at his worke endure, While he is etc. This works his commendations Amongst the very best, The chiefe men of the Parish, his quaintance will request, And then he shall be called To office with the rest When he is a etc. He shall be made a Headborough Unto his credit great, At what time all the neighbours, His friendship will entreat, And then it is most decent, he should goe fine and neat. When he is a married young man.
Then bareheaded unto him, A number daily flocks: To help him by his office, from many stumbling blocks: Then comes he to be Constable, and set knaves in the stocks: Thus riseth a etc, His wife shall then be seated in Church at her desire, Her husband he is sideman, and sits within the Quire, Then he is made Churchwarden and placed somewhat hier, Great joy to a etc. Then seeing all this credit by marriage you do finde, Unto your wife tis reason, you should be good and kinde And sometimes wait upon her according to her minde As best fits a etc. If fr[i]endly you go with her to walke out of the Towne, Why then you may have pleasure, to give her a green Gowne, To have so great a favour; some men would give a crowne Which is not etc. As for the Peares and Apples, you give me in the street. The Cherries or the Codlings, for prety women meet, At night I give you kindely a thousand kisses sweet Great joy to a etc. A hundred other pleasures. I do you then beside, In bringing forth your Children great sorrow I doe bide. For twentie Gownes & Kirtles, the like would not be tride, By any fine young married men. Why should you scorn the Cradle I tell you sir most plaine, There is not any pleasure, but sometimes breedeth paine, If you will not be troubled, why then good sir refraine to play like a married young man
Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcock. FINIS.