%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 English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/07/2016 35084

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R227005 1 Fond Boy Fond Boy Fond Boy 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] Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 23 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 Melacholly in a Glass of Necktar. The Catalog of Contented Cuckolds: OR, A Loving Society of Confessing Brethren of the Forked Order, &c. who being met together in a Tavern, declared each Man his Condition, resolving to be contented, and drowned Melancholy in a Glass of Nectar. ?-? 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 abroad, 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 cry'd, There is Rob[i]n my man, He will play with his Dame, let me do what I can; Once I happen'd to catch him in Bed by her side, You'd a laught to have seen how I liquor'd his hide:
But I swear by this Glass of rich sparkling Wine, I will now be contented, and never repine. The Cook he cry'd out, I am none of the least, For whenever I go to a Dinner, or Feast, There is brawny young William, the Poulterer's Man, He will kiss my sweet Wife for a Sop in the the Pan: Yet I swear by this Glass of rich sparkling Wine, I will now be contented, and never repine. The Taylor sat sighing and scratching his ears, Quoth he, I have been Cuckold'd this three or four Years, By a Sayler man who gave my sweet wife her Silk-gown, When he comes up my stairs, I am forc'd to go down: It cannot be avoided, I'll swear by this Wine, But I'll now be contented, and never repine. In truth, quoth the Turner, 'tis my very Case, For when her Gallant comes I am forc'd 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 Genea's of Gold he doth [l]ine, Therefore I'll be contented, and never repine. O, then, said the Goldsmith, pray hear my complaint, Sirs, I marry'd a Quaker she seem'd 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 cry'd, When I go to the Change, With a Master of Musick my Lady will range, To the Tavern, and thereon her Lute he must play, She may dance, but I'm sure I the Musick must pay With my Treasure his pockets she often will line, Yet contented I'll be, 'tis in vain to repine. The Saylor cry'd, Brothers, hear me if you please, Three or four Years together I plough'd the rough Seas, In my abscence my Wife had a Daughter and Son, And I found a great Panyer as big as a Tun: I cry'd 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 subject 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 cry'd, Sirs, I'll tell you a jest, For I'm sure I am a Cuckold as well as the best: Once I follow'd 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 before we do go, For to drown Melancholly in liquor of Life; He's 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.