Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 6 of 6 — Themes and Context

said with a Kiss thou art welcome _John_ to me, For I have shed a Thousand, Thousand Tears for thee, Thee, thee, For I have shed a Thousand, Thousand Tears for thee.

Her flattering Words I was apt to believe, And then at my Hands she did freely receive; A Ring which she said she would keep for _Johnny's_ sake, She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break: Break, break, She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break.

We feasted on Dainties and drank of the best, Thought I with my Friends I am happily blest; For Punch, Beer and Brandy they Night and Day did call, And I was honest _Johnny_, _Johnny_ pay for all: All, all, And I was honest _Johnny_, _Johnny_ pay for all.

They ply'd me so warm, that in troth I may say, That I scarce in a Month knew the Night from the Day; My Hostess I kiss'd, tho' her Husband he was by, For while my Gold and Silver lasted, who but I: I, I, For while my Gold and Silver lasted, who but I.

They said I should Marry their dear Daughter _Kate_, And in Token of Love I presented her strait: With a Chain of Gold, and a rich costly Head, Thus _Johnny_, _Johnny_, _Johnny_ by the Nose was lead: Lead, lead, Thus _Johnny_, _Johnny_, _Johnny_ by the Nose was lead.

This Life I did lead for a Month and a Day, And then all my Glory begun to decay: My Money was gone, I quite consum'd my Store, My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score, Score, Score, My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score.

She frown'd like a Fury, and _Kate_ was Coy, A Kiss or a Smile I no more must enjoy, Nay, if that I call'd but for a Mug of Beer, My Hostess she was very Deaf and could not hear, hear, hear, My Hostess she was very Deaf and could not hear.

But that which concern'd me more than the rest, My Money it was gone, and she'd needs have me Prest; Aboard of the Fleet, then I in a Passion flew, And ever since I do abhor the Canting Crew, Crew, Crew, And ever since I do abhor the canting Crew.

Now having replenish'd my Stock once again, My Hostess and Daughter I vow to refrain Their Company quite, and betake my self to a Wife, With whom I hope to live a sober Life, Life, Life, With whom I hope to live a sober Life.

Then in came a Damsel as fresh as a Rose, He gave her a Kiss, and began for to close, In Courting, and said, canst love an honest Tar, Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far, Far, far, Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far.

His offer was noble, his Guineas was good, And therefore the innocent Maid never stood To make a Denial, but granted his Request, And now she's with a jolly Sailor, Sailor blest. Blest, blest, And now she's with a jolly Sailor, Sailor blest.

Through the cold shady Woods, As I was ranging, I heard the pretty Birds, Notes sweetly changing: Down by the Meadow's side, There runs a River A little Boy I spy'd With Bow and Quiver.

Little Boy tell me why Thou art here diving? Art thou some Run-away; And hast no abiding? I am no Run-away, _Venus_ my Mother, She gave me leave to play, When I came hither.

Little Boy go with me, And be my servant, I will take care to see For thy preferment: If I with thee should go, _Venus_ would chide me, And take away my Bow, And never abide me.

Little Boy let me know, What's thy Name termed, That thou dost wear a Bow, And go so arm'd: You may perceive the same, With often changing; _Cupid_ it is my Name, I live by ranging.

If _Cupid_ be thy Name, That shoot at Rovers; I have heard of thy Fame, By wounded Lovers: Should any languish that Are set on fire; By such a naked Brat, I much admire.

If thou dost but the least, At my Laws grumble; I'll pierce thy stubborn breast, And make thee humble, If I with Golden Dart, Wound thee but surely, There's no Physitians Art, That e're can cure thee.

Little Boy with thy Bow, Why dost thou threaten; It is not long ago Since thou wast beaten: Thy wanton Mother, fair _Venus_ will chide thee; When all thy Arrows are gone, Thou may'st go hide thee.