%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Jealous old Dotard: / OR, / The Discovery of Cuckoldry: / A Pleasant New Song. / Old Men beware when you young Wenches wed, / Least Lusty Gallants do ascend your Bed; / And horn your palsie-pates, for Youthful Blood / Fair Venus's pastime never yet withstood: / 'Tis fit that all old Men should Cuckolds be, / Who think young women Love a sapless Tree. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/03/2016 34967

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R216067 Whether art thou going my old man? / my old man, I will call him my Lamb, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 The Jealous old Dotard: / OR, / The Discovery of Cuckoldry: / A Pleasant New Song. / Old Men beware when you young Wenches wed, / Least Lusty Gallants do ascend your Bed; / And horn your palsie-pates, for Youthful Blood / Fair Venus's pastime never yet withstood: / 'Tis fit that all old Men should Cuckolds be, / Who think young women Love a sapless Tree. The Jealous old Dotard: OR, The Discovery of Cuckoldry: A Pleasant New Song. Old Men beware when you young Wenches wed, Least Lusty Gallants do ascend your Bed; And horn your palsie-pates, for Youthful Blood Fair Venus’s pastime never yet withstood: ‘Tis fit that all old Men should Cuckolds be, Who think young women Love a sapless Tree. The Jealous old Dotard: OR, The Discovery of Cuckoldry: A Pleasant New Song. Old Men beware when you young Wenches wed, Lest Lusty Gallants do ascend your Bed; And horn your palsie-pates, for Youthful Blood Fair Venus' pastime never yet withstood: 'Tis fit that all old Men should Cuckolds be, Who think young women Love a sapless Tree. ?-? P. Brooksby

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Whether art thou going my old man? my old man, I will call him my Lamb, And whether art thou going my sweet old man? my sweetest man alive? To the Ale-house you Who---- When wilt thou come home my old man, my old man? I will call him my Lamb; And when wilt thou come home my sweet old man, my sweetest man alive? At night you Slut----
What wilt thou have for Supper my old man, my old man? I will call him my Lamb: & what wilt thou have for supper my sweet old man, my sweetest man alive? Eggs you Who---- Where shall I boyl them my old man, my old man? I will call him my Lamb, And where shall I boyl them my sweet old man, my sweetest man alive? In the Furnace you Slut--
How many wilt thou have my old man, my old man? I will call him my Lamb; And how many wilt thou have my sweet old man, my sweetest man alive? A thousand you Who---- I fear they will surfeit thee my old man, my old man, I will call him my Lamb; I fear they will surfeit thee my sweet old man, my sweetest man alive. Then i'le dye you Slut--- And why wilt thou dye my old man, my old man? I will call him my Lamb; And why wilt thou dye my sweet old man, my sweetest man alive? Cause i'le be bury'd you Who--- And where wilt thou be bury'd my old man, my old man? I will call him my Lamb; And where wilt thou be bury'd my sweet old man, my sweetest man alive? In the Chimney-corner you Slut--- Why wilt thou be bury'd there my old man my old man? I will call him my Lamb, Why wilt thou be bury'd there my sweet old man, my sweetest man alive? Cause i'le hear the Pot boyl you Who--
Why art thou so cross my old man, my old man? I will call him my Lamb; Why art thou so cross my sweet old Man, my sweetest man alive? you Cuckold me you Slut-- Leave off your jealousie my old man, my old man, I will call him my Lamb; Leave off your jealousie my sweet old man, my sweetest old man alive: I am Horn-mad you Who--- Oh pray say not so my old man, my old Man I will call him my Lamb: Oh pray say not so my sweet old man, my sweetest Man alive: I know its true ye Slut--- Who told you of it my old man, my old man I will call him my Lamb; Who told you of it my sweet old Man, my sweetest old man alive: I peep'd through the Key-hole ye Wh--- Alas but with who my old man, my old man, I will call him my Lamb: Alas but with who my sweet old man, my sweetest old man alive: With a nimble Weaver ye Slut--- He's young and lusty my old Man, my old man I will call him my Lamb; He's young and lusty my sweet old man, my sweetest old man alive: Why am not I so too ye Slut--- No you're e'n sapless, my old man, my old man I will call him my Lamb; No you're e'n sapless my sweet old man, my sweetest old man alive: And must I be horn'd for 't ye Wh-- Yes, I can't help it, my old man, my old man I will call him my Lamb; Yes, I can't help it my sweet old man, my sweetest old man alive: Then all the Town shall know 't ye Slut---
FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby, in West-smithfield.