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T31805 1 Old Woman Poor and Blind UNKNOWN Old Woman Poor and Blind JAck met his Mother all alone, / to whom he did smiling say, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 499 A / DIALOGUE / Between Jack and his Mother, &c. A DIALOGUE Between Jack and his Mother, etc. A DIALOGUE Between Jack and his Mother, etc. ?-?

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JAck met his Mother all alone, to whom he did smiling say, Ill go and visit buxom Joan, because it is Holyday: And being in my Roast-meat Cloths, I hope she will like me well; If Joan be kind, my heart, my mind, to her I will freely tell. My son shes lusty, large, and tall, and thou art but young as yet, Thy whole proportion is but small, shell swallow thee at a bit, And hide thee in her hollow Cave, from ever glance of light, Upon my life take her to wife, and then thou art ruind quite. I pray dear mother say not so, you speak in your sons disgrace; Behold my beard begins to grow, and I have a manly Face, With something else to pleasure Joan according to Art and skill, Since it is so, Ide have you know, I must have a wife, and will. Go to her then, with all my heart, and when shes made thy spouse, With half my Goods Ill freely part, my weathers, & good milsh Cows, My Geese, my ducks; my cocks, my hens, my waggons, my plows my teams Cause you declare in love you are, and must have a wife it seems, So soon as her discourse was done, without any more dispute, Jack to his Chamber straight did run, and put on his Leathern suit, His broad brimd Hat, and Ribbon red, now when he was thus arrayd, Himself he viewd and did conclude, that he was a brisk Young blade, Then he away to Joan did Ride, and when he came there he Crys, Sweet Jewel, wilt thou be my bride, my hony my sweet piggssies, To thee I have a present brought a delicat gay gold Ring, Then let us wed, and when we bed, thou shalt have a better thing.
Then buxom Joan began to frown and called him sawcy slave, Saying that no such home bred Clown her Maiden-head ere should have, Why whats the matter, he replyd; without any more adoe. Ide have you know if hence I go, I can have as good as you: Theres Doll the shepherds daughter dear, and Katy of high degree, Who has at least three mark a year, theyre ready to Dye for me; And must I now be held in scorn, and made a Redicule too. By Buxom Joan it is well known, I can have as good as you. My mother she has horses, wains, and delicate cows and calfs, Geese, Capons, Turkeys, Cocks, & Hens, and I am to go her halfs; The Goods likewise must parted be, as soon as I am Marryd too, What say you now, you sawcy sow? I can have as good as you With that he went to take his leave, and just as he turnd aside, Joan stept, & catchd him by the sleeve I was but in Jest, she cryd, What makes you be in so much hast, if me thou art come to wooe? Wel never part, thou hast my heart, Ill marry with none but you, You might have told me this at first, before you had Vext me so, And then perhaps I might have Bussd, my Joany for ought I know; But you did so inflame my wrath, that I in a Passion flew; Theres Girls good store at ecry door, I can have as good as you. Joan in a merry humour smild, and took him about the waste; Said prethee John be reconcild, it was but a word in hast[e]; A kind and Virtuous Wife Ill prove Ill honour and Love thee too, Why then quoth he I do agree, to marry with none but you.
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