Identifier: witmirthorpillst03durf (find matches)
Title: Wit and mirth: or, Pills to purge melancholy; being a collection of the best merry ballads and songs, old and new. Fitted to all humours, having each their proper tune for either voice, or instrument: most of the songs being new set ..
Year: 1876 (1870s)
Authors: D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723 Playford, Henry, b. 1657
Subjects: Ballads, English
Publisher: London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson, (n.p.)
Contributing Library: National Library of Scotland
Digitizing Sponsor: National Library of Scotland

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before hur Grace,Was shew hur self a gallant Man,And not a Coward in the place :Was a great deal of Horse, was a great deal of Foak, Taffy, TaffyWas a great deal of Gun, was a great deal of Smoak,Cousin Taffy. But her was meet with a great Mischance, As hur was pass a gay Lady by,Sir Cupid prick hur with a Lance,Was steal behind hur Cowardly,With a rousty, fousty, dousty Dart, Taffy, Taffy,Was miss hur Skin, was prick her Heart, Cousin Taffy. But was not this a great Mischance,As by hur Fortune does appear ?Sir Cupid prick her with a Lance,Was almost Dead, was ferry near:Was bid Tom Sexton Toll the Bell, Taffy, Taffy,Shudge you if Cupid usd her well, Cousin Taffy. Well a go to, was hold hur a Groat, Was petter a gone and kill hur Geese,Hur would not be in Cupids Coat, Not for a great deal of Toasted-Cheese,For if ever Cupid come in Wales, Taffy, Taffy,Hur shall neer go to make more Prauls, Cousin Taffy. Mad Pleasant and Divertive. 189 Mad MAUDLIN, To find out Tom of Bedlam. mssmmsm^sm
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TO find my Tom of Bedlam Ten Thousand YearsIll Travel,Mad Maudlin goes with dirty Toes to save her Shoes from Gravel.Yet will I sing Bonny Boys, bonny Mad Boys, Bedlam Boys are Bonny ;They still go bare and live by the Air, and want noDrink, nor Money. I now repent that ever poor Tom was so disdaind,My Wits are lost since him I crost, which makes me go thus Chaind:Yet will I sing, &c. My Staff hath Murderd Gyants, my Bag a long Knife carries,To cut Mince-pyes from Childrens Thighs, with which I feast the Faries :Yet I will sing, &c. My Horn is made of Thunder, I stole it out of Heavn,The Rain-bow there is this I wear, for which I thence was drivn :Yet will I sing, &c. 190 Songs Compleat, I went to Plutos Kitchin, to beg some Food one Morning,And there I got Souls piping hot, with which the Spits were turning:Yet will I sing Bonny Boys, bonny Mad Boys, Bedlam Boys are Bonny ;They still go bare and live by the Air, and want no Drink, nor Money. Then took I up a Cauldron wher

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