T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
The Cowardly Clown of Flanders Cuckolded
Anonymous(From Collection of Old Ballads, 1723) |
AN HONEST Man as I am told, | |
He was a Cuckold made; | |
With his sweet Wife, a Spaniard bold, | |
The wanton Frolick plaid. | |
I’ll tell you how it came to pass, | 5 |
If you’ll attend a while; | |
A Guinea to a single Groat, | |
This Song will make you smile. | |
In Flanders fair, a simple Clown, | |
As he travelling had been; | 10 |
Bringing his Wife in Company, | |
Came late unto his Inn: | |
A Spanish Soldier being there, | |
A Guest unto the Place. | |
No sooner saw, but liked his Wife; | 15 |
She had a comely Face. | |
Her Cheeks for curious Red and White | |
The like is seldom seen; | |
All over charming Beauty bright, | |
And of a courteous Mien; | 20 |
The Soldier then his Weapon drew, | |
And stood upon his Guard, | |
And vowed he’d have a touch or two, | |
Or it should ’scape him hard. | |
No Rest or Quiet could he take, | 25 |
For Cupid’s loud Alarms: | |
Free Plunder he resolved to make | |
Of her Delightful Charms. | |
He watched when they were gone to Bed, | |
Then boldly in comes he, | 30 |
And never said, Friend, by your leave, | |
But made their Number three. | |
He clasped her round her tender waist, | |
And fairly fell to work; | |
She had not oft been so embraced, | 35 |
He pleased her at a Jerk: | |
The Clown lay still and felt a stir, | |
But durst not speak for’s Life: | |
At length his Patience was so moved, | |
He softly jogged his Wife. | 40 |
And said to her prithee intreat | |
The Spaniard to be still. | |
To speak Spanish, Man, quoth she, | |
You know I have no Skill. | |
But Husband, if you please to rise, | 45 |
And to the Sexton go, | |
He understandeth Spanish well, | |
Assuredly I know. | |
Faith, and I’ll fetch him straight, quoth he, | |
And so the Rustick rose, | 50 |
And softly sneaking out o’ Door, | |
About his Message goes: | |
Meantime imagine what you will, | |
To me it is unknown: | |
But e’er her Husband came again, | 55 |
The Spaniard he was gone. | |
Which when the simple Man perceived, | |
He fell to Domineer; | |
O Wife, said he, for Twenty Pound | |
I would he had been here, | 60 |
This Cudgel should have thrashed his Hide | |
Till all his Bones were broke: | |
That I would have been satisfied, | |
’Cause he did me provoke. | |
By this chastizing Hand of mine, | 65 |
He should have felt the Smart: | |
I know he had some base design, | |
Which vexed me to the Heart. | |
Tell me, Sweet heart, when I was gone, | |
How long the Knave did stay? | 70 |
Quoth she, You scarce was out of Doors | |
Before he ran away. | |
Wife, quoth the Clown, thou mak’st me laugh, | |
That I did fear him thus: | |
Come let us take a little nap, | 75 |
For his disturbing us; | |
You see what comes of Policy, | |
And good discretion Wife, | |
If I had been some hasty Fool, | |
It might have cost my Life. | 80 |
Ah, so it might, quoth she, my Dear, | |
’Tis well you had that Wit, | |
I should have died for very Fear, | |
If you and he had fit; | |
Come let us keep each other warm, | 85 |
And pleasant Stories tell: | |
Oh! as he has done me no harm, | |
So all I hope is well. | |