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R177593 1 Hey-Boys up go We: Or Genny Gynn Hey, Boys, Up Go We Hey Boys Up Go We: or Jenny Gin THrough London streets as I did pass, / I met with a Jovial Crew, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 29 Great NEWS from a / Parliament of Women, / Now Sitting in Rosemary-Lane, / Mother-Damnable the Labourers Wife being Chair-Woman of this Assembly. Great NEWS from a Parliament of Women, Now Sitting in Rosemary Lane, Mother Damnable the Laborer's Wife being Chairwoman of this Assembly. ?-? A. Chamberlain

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THrough London streets as I did pass, I met with a Jovial Crew, I askt the people what they was Mother-Damnable was there too. They told me they were a Parliament, And was going for to sit, To Rosemary-Lane they all was sent, They thought that place most fit. Mother-Damnable Speaks. Ladies all I will begin I pray let me be bold, I verily think it is no sin, A Parliament for to hold, That we thereby some Laws may make, For all the Women Ken, At the thoughts thereof my heart doth ake, And pity all Foolish Men. My Husband he is grown a Sot, I can't tell what to do, He nothing minds, but Pipe and Pot, And can't give me my due; When he's in Bed, he falls a sleep, Then I am very sad, Therefore a Friend I'le keep, He'l make my heart full glad. Enters Mrs. Tireman, Mrs. Tattel, Mrs. Rattle-pate, Jane Fall-down, and Sarah Hold-up, two Sister, Dorothy Do-little, and Tagg the Masons Wife, with several Hundreds more coming with weeping Tears to make their Complaints. Our Husbands they are Foolish grown, They are very bad of late, Let us now make use of our own Else we may Curse our Fate; Our Teeming time we are like to loose, To us they are unkind, We will no more be made such Fools, We'l seek to please our mind. If by chance we take a turn, Our Husbands calls us Whore, At which it makes our minds to burn, And long Revenge therefore. We'l have our wills in spight of them, We count it no great sin, Come let us Sport, and Kiss, and Sing, And play at In and In.
What shall we do? we here complain Against our Husbands too, They make us Cry and Weep amain, Nothing they will then do: Then grant us all a License here, That we may Sport and Play, And Kiss our Friend without any fear, By Night or else by Day. If they do prate, then we will glout, Let them say what they will, If they do Curse, then we will pout, And say that we are ill. Then they will run and fetch some Sack, Thinking to make us well, 'Tis something else that we do lack, Which will make our Bellies swell. Enters Mother-Damnables Sister the Washer-Woman, Joan the Tub-Woman, and Dorothy the Chimney Sweepers Wife, al- most dead with Grief, and Goody Tittle Tat- tle, and Bandy Bess almost Mad. My heart is almost dead with grief, My Husband he is strange, He will not give me any relief, But with other Women Range. Ten pound at a time he then will give, To Women for to play, At the thoughts of this I scarce can live, truth what I do say. Then Bandy Bess runs in a main, And against the Speaker braules, Let me sit in the Chair again, And I will please you all: Mother-Damnable hearing what was said, Out of the Chair she gets, Discovering all the tricks she plaid, Away she goes and frets. So at the last they did agree, And call'd them in together, That they should have Husbands three, Because they are Birds of a Feather; And at these words they all were glad, And fell a Dancing there, They all do swear, they won't be sad, But will drink good Ale and Beer.
FINIS. LONDON, Printed for A. Chamberlain in St. Johns-Street, 1684.