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R172569 ALl you that fathers be, / look on my misery, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 12 A Ballad intitnled, The Old mans Complaint against his / wretched Son who to advance his marriage did undo himself. A Ballad intitnled, The Old mans Complaint against his wretched Son who to advance his marriage did undo himself. A Ballad entitled, The Old man's Complaint against his wretched Son who to advance his marriage did undo himself. 1658-1658 F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson

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ALl you that Fathers be, look on my misery, Let not affection fond, work your extremity. For to advance my Son, in marriage wealthially, I have my self undone, without all remedy. I that was wont to live, uncontrould any way, With many checks and taunts, am grieved every day. Alack and wo is me, I that might late command, Cannot have a bit of bread, but at my childrens hand. While I was wont to sit, chief at the Table end, Now like a serving slave, must I on them attend. I must not come in place, where their friends merry be, Lest I should my Son disgrace, with my unreverency. My coghing in the night, offends my daughter in Law, My deafness and ill sight, doth much disliking draw. Fie on this doating fool, this crooked churl quoth she, The chimney corner still, must with him troubled be. I must rise from my chair, to give my children place, I must speak Servants fair, this is my wofull case. Unto their friends they tell, I must not say they lye That they do keep me here, even of meer charity.
When I am sick in bed, they will not come me nigh, Each day they wish me dead, yet say ile never dye. O Lord ant be thy will, look on my wofull case No honest man before; ever took such disgrace. This was the old mans plaint every night and day, With wo he waxed faint, but mark what I must say. This rich and dainty pair, the young man and his wife Though clogd with golden coyn, yet led a grievous life. Seven year they married were, and yet in all this space, God gave them ner an heir their Riches to imbrace. Thus did their sorrow breed, joy was from them exild, Quoth she a hundred pound, would I give for a child. To have a joyfull child, of my own body born, Full oft am I Revild, of this my barrend womb. Much Physick did she take, to make a fruitfull soyl, And with excess thereof, she did her body spoyl. Full of grief full of pain, full of Ach grew she then, That she cries out amain, seek for some cunning men. That I my health may have, I will no mony spare, But that which she did crave, never fell to her share.
Alack Alack she said, what Torments I live in, How well are they apaid, that truly ease can win. So that I my health had, and from this pain were free[;] I would give all my wealth, that blessed day to see. O that I had my health, though I were ner so poor, I card not though I went, begging from door to door. Fie on this muck quoth she, it cannot pleasure me, In this my wofull case, and great extremity. Thus livd she long in pain, all comfort from her fled, She strangled at the last, her self within her bed. Her husband full of grief, consuming wofully, His body pind away, suddenly he did die. Ere thirty years were past, dyd he without a will, And by this means at last, the old man living still. Injoyd his Land at last, after much misery, Many years after that, livd he most happily. Far Richer then before, by this means was he known, He helpt the sick and sore, the poor man overthrown. But this was all his Song, let all men understand, Those parents are accurst, live on their childrens hand.
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