%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Catologue of Contented Cuckolds: / OR, A / Loving Society of Confessing Brethren of the Forked Order, &c. who being met together in a Tavern, / declar'd each Man his Condition, resolving to be contented, and drown'd Melacholly in a Glass of Necktar. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1662-1662 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/13/2011 30268

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R227005 4 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Fond Boy, &c. Fond Boy Fond Boy, etc. Love's a sweet Passion, &c. UNKNOWN Love's a Sweet Passion, etc. FUll ten honest Tradesmen did happen to meet, / In a Tavern, it seems, about Leaden-hall-street; I will now be contented, and never repine. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 43 The Catologue of Contented Cuckolds: / OR, A / Loving Society of Confessing Brethren of the Forked Order, &c. who being met together in a Tavern, / declar'd each Man his Condition, resolving to be contented, and drown'd Melacholly in a Glass of Necktar. The Catologue of Contented Cuckolds: OR, A Loving Society of Confessing Brethren of the Forked Order, etc. who being met together in a Tavern, declar’d each Man his Condition, resolving to be contented, and drown’d Melancholly in a Glass of Necktar. The Catalog of Contented Cuckolds: OR, A Loving Society of Confessing Brethren of the Forked Order, etc. who being met together in a Tavern, declared each Man his Condition, resolving to be contented, and drowned Melancholy in a Glass of Nectar. 1662-1662 J. Conyers

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FUll ten honest Tradesmen did happen to meet, In a Tavern, it seems, about Leaden-hall-street; One a Brewer, a Baker, a Cook, and a Taylor; With a Turner, a Gold-smith, a Merchant, a Sayler; Nay, a Doctor, a Surgeon which opens the vein:These was good honest Tradesmen, all Cuckolds in grain. My Wife, quoth the Brewer, is charming and fair, She will ramble a broad, but I never know where; Yet at midnight sometimes she returns with a Spark; Nay, I sometimes have found her at Put in the dark:Yet I swear by this Glass of rich sparkling Wine, I will now be contented, and never repine. The Baker, he cryd, There is Robin my man, He will play with his Dame, let me do what I can; Once I happend to catch him in Bed by her side, Youd a laught to have seen how I liquord his hide:
But I swear by this Glass of rich sparkling Wine, I will now be contented, and never repine. The Cook he cryd out, I am none of the least, For when ever I go to a Dinner, or Feast, There is brawny young William, the Poulterers Man, He will kiss my sweet Wife for a Sop in the Pan: Yet I swear by this Glass of rich spa[r]kling Wine, I will now be contented, and never repine. The Taylor sat sighing and scratching his ears, Quoth he, I have been Cuckoldd this three or four Years, By a Saylesman who gave my sweet wife her Silk-gown, When he comes up my stairs, I am forcd to go down: It cannot be avoided, Ill swear by this Wine, But Ill now be contented, and never repine. In troth, quoth the Turner, tis my very Case, For when her Gallant comes I am forcd to give place,
To my work straight I go where I labour and toyl, And I leave him to turn up my wife the mean while; But my pocket with Geneas of Gold he doth [l]ine, Therefore Ill be contented, and never repine. O, then, said the Goldsmith, pray hear my complaint, Sirs, I marryd a Quaker she seemd like a Saint, Yet a Horn to the World I have reason to blow, O the innocent Lamb has a dark way to go:Yet I swear by this Glass of rich sparkling Wine,I will now be contented, and never repine. The Merchant he [c]ryd, When I go to the Change, Wi[t]h a Master of Musick my Lady will range, To the Tavern, and thereon her Lute he must play,She may dance, but Im sure I the Musick must pay With my Treasure his pockets she often will line, Yet contented Ill be, tis in vain to repine. The Saylor cryd, Brothers, hear me if you please, Three or four Years together I ploughd the rough Seas, In my abscence my Wife had a Daughter and Son, And I found a great Panyer as big as a Gun:I cryd out, My sweet Nancy faith this is fine?Be contented, said she, tis in vain to repine. Come, come, said the Docter, the best of us all Cannot be our Wives Keepers, they are subj[e]ct to fall; Friends by woful Experience I speak it indeed, I have one that will help a kind Friend at his need:Yet I swear by this Glass of rich sparkling wine, I will now be contented, and never repine. The Surgeon he cryd, Sirs, Ill tell you a jest, For Im sure I am a Cuckold as well as the best:Once I followd my Wife and her Spark to Horn-fair,Where I took them both napping as Moss catcht his Mare, He was letting her Blood near the Leg and the Loyn; I was almost Horn-mad, I began to repine. Since we are ten Cuckolds here all on a row, We will drink each a Bottle b[e]fore we do go, For to drown Melancholly in liquor of Life; Hes a fool that will weep for the Sins of his Wife; Let us tipple Canary, and never complain, There is better than we that are Cuckolds in grain.
LONDON: Printed for J. Conyers, next door to the Standard Tavern, in Leicester-fields.