The night came on, with dance and song,
Each public-house did jingle, O;
All ranks did swear to banish Care,
The married and the single, O:
They tript away till morning light,
Then slept sound without rocking, O;
Next day got drunk in merry plight,
And jaw'd about the Hopping, O.
At last dull Care his crest did rear,
Our heads he sore did riddle, O;
Till Peacock drew his pipes and blew,
And Tenche he tun'd his fiddle, O;
Then Painter Jack he led the van,
The drum did join in chorus, O,—
The old and young then danc'd and sung,
Dull Care fled far before us, O.
No courtier fine, nor grave divine,
That's got the whole he wishes, O,
Will ever be so blithe as we,
With all their loaves and fishes, O:
Then grant, O Jove! our ardent prayer,
And happy still you'll find us, O;—
Let pining Want and haggard Care,
A day's march keep behind us, O.
THE SANDGATE GIRL'S LAMENTATION.
I was a young maiden truly,
And lived in Sandgate-street;
I thought to marry a good man,
To keep me warm at neet.
Some good-like body, some bonny body,
To be with me at noon;
But last I married a keelman,
And my good days are done.
I thought to marry a parson,
To hear me say my prayers;
But I have married a keelman,
And he kicks me down the stairs.
He's an ugly body, a bubbly body,
An ill-far'd ugly loon;
And I have married a keelman,
And my good days are done.
I thought to marry a dyer,
To dye my apron blue;
And I have married a keelman,
And he makes me sorely rue.
He's an ugly body, a bubbly body,
An ill-far'd ugly loon;
And I have married a keelman,
And my good days are done.
I thought to marry a joiner,
To make me chair and stool;
But I have married a keelman,
And he's a perfect fool.
He's an ugly body, a bubbly body,
An ill-far'd ugly loon;
And I have married a keelman,
And my good days are done.
I thought to marry a sailor,
To bring me sugar and tea;
But I have married a keelman,
And that he lets me see.
He's an ugly body, a bubbly body,
An ill-far'd ugly loon;
And I have married a keelman,
And my good days are done.