%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / Lass of LYNN's New Joy / For finding a Father for her Child. / Being a Third SONG of Marry and Thank ye too. 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 07/18/2021 37491

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R236072 1 To the same Tune Aye, Marry, and Thank You Too To the Same Tune COme lsiten, and hear me tell / the end of a Tale so true, British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 137 2: 138 THE / Lass of LYNN's New Joy / For finding a Father for her Child. / Being a Third SONG of Marry and Thank ye too. THE Lass of LYNN's New Joy For finding a Father for her Child. Being a Third SONG of Marry and Thank ye too. Printer J. Millet ?-? J. Millet

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COme listen, and hear me tell the end of a Tale so true, The Lass that made her Belly Swell, with Marry and thank ye too. With many hard Sobs and Throws, and Sorrow enough (I wot) She had wept Tears, the whole Town knows, would fill a whole Chamber-pot.
For Pleasure with Pain she pays, her Belly and Shame to hide, So hard all day she Lac'd her Stayes, as Pinch'd both her Back and Side. Oh! were not my Belly full, a Husband I'de have toNight; There's George the Tapster at the Bull, I'm sure I'm his whole Delight.
This day on his Knees he Swore, he Lov'd me above his Life, Were not my Pipkin Crackt before, I vow I would be his Wife. Her Mother that heard her, spoke, O take him at's word, said she; A Husband, Child's, the only Cloak to cover a Great Belly. Her Mother she show'd the way, and straight without more ado, She took him to the Church next day, and Marry'd and thank'd him too But Oh! when he came to Bed, the saddest News now to tell ye; On a soft place his hand he laid, and found she'd a Rising Belly. At which he began to Roar, your Fancy it has been Itching; By th' Meat in your Pot, I find, you Whore, you've had a Cook in your Kitchin. O fie, my dear Love, said she, what puts you into this Dump? For what tho' Round my Belly be, it is only Fat and Plump. Good Flesh it is all, ye Chit, besides, the plain truth to tell, I've eat so much, the Sack-Posset has made my poor Belly Swell.
Nay, then I've wrong'd thee, he crys, I beg thy sweet pardon for't; I'll get thee a Boy before we rise, and so he fell to the Sport. No, the Boy it was got before, the Midwife soon wisht him Joy; But, Oh! e're full five Months were o're, she brought him a lusty Boy. My Wife brought to Bed, says George, I hope she has but Miscarry'd; A Boy! says he, how can that be, when we are but five Months Marry'd. Five Months! has the Man lost his Wits? crys Midwife, what does the Fool say? Five Months by Days, and five by Nights, sh'has gone her full time to a day. The Child's all your own, by my truth, the pritty Eyes do but see, Had it been spit out of your Mouth, more like you it could not be. Nay then, my kind Gossips all, says George, let us Merry make; I'll Tap a Barrel of stout Ale, and send for a Groaning-Cake. The Gossips they Laugh'd and Smil'd, and Mirth it went round all through; She'd found a Father for her Child, Hye, Marry and thank him too.
Printed and Sold by J. Millet, at the Angel in Little-Brittain.