T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
The Worcestershire Wedding, Or, Joy after Sorrow
Anonymous(From Collection of Old Ballads, 1723) |
AN OLD Woman clothed in gray, | |
Her Daughter was charming and Young, | |
Who chanced to be nudled astray, | |
By Roger’s false flattering Tongue, | |
With whom she’d so often been, | 5 |
Abroad in the Meadows and Fields, | |
Her Belly got up to her Chin, | |
And her Spirits quite down to her Heels. | |
At length she began for to puke, | |
Her Mother possessed with a fear, | 10 |
Then gave her a gentle Rebuke, | |
And said, Child, a Word in thy Ear, | |
I fear thou hast been playing the Fool, | |
Which many call high ding a ding: | |
Why didst thou not follow my Rule, | 15 |
And tie thy two Toes in a String. | |
Dear Mother your Counsel I took, | |
But yet it was never the near, | |
He got to my Conjuring Book, | |
And broke all the Paltry Geer: | 20 |
’Twas Thread of two Shillings an Ounce, | |
He broke it and would have his scope; | |
It is but a Folly to flounce, | |
’Tis done and it cannot be hope. | |
But who is the Father of it, | 25 |
Tell me without longer delay, | |
For now I am just in the Fit, | |
To go and hear what he will say; | |
’Twas Roger the Damsel replied, | |
Who called me his dear pretty Bird, | 30 |
And told me I should be his Bride | |
But he’s not so good as his Word. | |
What, Roger that lives in Mill? | |
Yes, verily, Mother the same, | |
Of me he has had his Will; | 35 |
I’ll hop to him tho’ I am Lame; | |
Go fetch me my Crutches with speed, | |
And bring me my Spectacles too | |
A Lecture to him I will read, | |
Shall ring his Ears thro’ and thro’. | 40 |
This said she went hopping away, | |
And came to young Hodge in the Mill, | |
On whom she her Crutches did lay, | |
And cried you have ruined poor Gill, | |
In getting her dear Maidenhead; | 45 |
This Truth you can no Ways deny; | |
With her I advise you to wed, | |
And make her as honest as I. | |
But what will you give me, quoth Hodge, | |
If I take her off of your Hands; | 50 |
You shall make me Heir of your Lodge, | |
Your Houses, your Money and Lands; | |
Your Barns, your Cattle and Plows, | |
With every Weather and Yew; | |
This done I will make her my Spouse | 55 |
Speak up, are you willing or no? | |
She said, taking Hodge by the Hand, | |
Let it come to Have and to Hold, | |
You shall have my Houses and Land, | |
My Cattle, my Silver and Gold: | 60 |
Make her but thy honoured Wife, | |
And thou shalt be Lord of my Store, | |
Whene’er I surrender my Life, | |
In case it was Forty times more. | |
The Bargain was presently struck; | 65 |
The Marriage and this being done, | |
The old Woman wished them good luck, | |
Being proud of her Daughter and Son: | |
Then hye for a Girl or a Boy, | |
Young Siss looked as great as a Dutchess: | 70 |
The old Woman capered for Joy, | |
And danced a Jigg in her Crutches. | |