Mirth for citizens. Or, a comedy for the country Shewing a young farmer his unfortunate marriage, his wife is so churlish & currish in carriage he married her for beauty, for's own delight now he repents it both day and night. By physiognomy adviseth young men that at: to be sure to look before that they leap, to leap at a venture, & catch a fall, raising the forehead break horns and all. Tune of, Ragged, torn, and true. Miles, Abraham. 1673 Approx. 8 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A50849 Wing M2043 ESTC R216316 99828049 99828049 32476 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. 2007-12 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2008-03 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Mirth for Citizens . Or , A Comedy for the Country : Shewing A young Farmer his unfortunate marriage , His wife is so churlish & currish in carriage He married her for beauty , for 's own delight Now he repents it both day and night . By physiognomy adviscth young men that at : Wenches-skip , To be sure to look before that they leap , To leap at a venture , & catch a fall , Raising the forehead breaks horns and all . Tune of , Ragged , torn , and true . HEy boys my Fathers dead , and what used I to fear , VVith gold and silver I am sped , ●nd have fifty pound a year : Then why should I be single , I will not lead the life ; My gold and silver doth gingle , a wooing I 'le go for a wife . Sure thrice happy am I if I obtain this Bride , There 's none can her come nigh in all the whole world beside . A dainty fine Lass I know as ever England bred : Her skin is as white as Snow and her hair of a Crimson red : She lives but in our Town , she is vertuous , chaste , and wise , If I win her my joys are crown'd bes●des a matchless prize . Sure thrice happy &c. I le get her Fathers good will , and Mothers too beside ; Then next i'le-try my skill to win this lovely Bride : I 'le hug her and buss her and kiss her ; in her lies all my pride : As Conventicle Dick served his sister , and tother thing too beside . Sure thrice happy &c. She hath two hundred pound to her portion and I a great deal of Land : Thus shall I come quick to promotion , for love I take her by the hand : But when I went to be married , I was in the height of my pride ; Brave gallants on horseback was carried , to accompany me and my Bride . Sure thrice happy am I that I have obtained this Bride , There 's none can to her come nigh in all the whole world beside . O we had a gallant brave wedding indéed , and delicate dishes store , Those were welcome which were of our ( biding , but little we minded the poor : O we had both Sack and Canary , and the Musick bravely did play , O then I drank Sack and Sherry , I thought it would never be day : Sure thrice happy &c. When I and my Bride was in bed on my wedding-day at night , My fancies with pleasures she fed , for I had my full delight : She shewed me Venus School and with me she did daddle , But I a young puny fool , did quickly fall out of the saddle . Sure thrice happy &c. But then on the morrow morn , O she laughed me to scorn : O she drank sack and canary in Silver , and made me drink out of a horn , But when our wedding did cease and our brave banquets were done , My joys did quickly decrease , and my sorrows soon after begun , sure thrice happy &c. She told me she would be Master , and all the whole houshold guide , I told her it gave disaster , she said it should quickly be try'd : Then against her I took stick , thinking she durst not come nigh , VVith a cudgel my bones she did lick , that for pardon I quickly did cry : sure thrice happy &c. She 's grown so devilish curst , and in it she takes a pride , Makes nothing my head to burst and hang my bones beside : She makes me go to Plough , ditch , hedge , and thrash beside , And Jack come serve the Jow , to this slavery i 'm ty'd . sure thrice happy &c. I do get up in a morn , and for her make a fire , i 'm a Cuckold and laught to scorn , a holly-Crab pays my hire : Then her clothes she gets on her , Sugar-sops must ready be , And I forsooth wait on her , with bowing on my Knee : Sure thrice happy &c. At dinner she is stout , that by her I must now stand , To wait with a Napkin on my arm , and a Trencher in my hand : Some desire I may them pledge , and she is full of hate , If I kiss not my hand and make a leg , she lays me over the pate : Another thing troubles my head and grieves me worse than this , VVhen her Comrade is with her in bed I must reach her the pot to piss : I must draw her a cup of long tipple if it be a cold Frosty night , Or she beats me as same as a Cripple , O the Bulls pizel doth me fright . Sure thrice happy &c. She kicks me about the house and puts me in bodily fears , I dare not say dun is the Mouse , she pinches me through the ears . She makes horns at me & doth slight me , and makes me a Jackanokes , She kicks me , she pricks me and bites me O I feel her devilish strokes . Sure thrice happy &c. I wish young-men hereafter be not too quick in wooing their wives , And beware of red-hair disaster , or repent it all days of their lives : Chuse a wench of a dark brown hair , and one of a middle size , Cole black will fill thee with care , and ledge others betwixt her thighs . Sure thrice happy am I if I obtain this Bride , There 's none can her come nigh in all the whole World beside . By Abraham Miles . The pretty by-names this young woman hath for her Husband . A simple Simon , a Tom Nickols , Jack Adams , a Muddy-brain'd Cuckold , a Hopping Dick , a Nicknindigo the Devils Turnspit . Here follows his potion of Dyet for several days of the week , of a Monday , is he riseth not betimes in the morning , instead of posset she comes up with a Holly Crab , and pays him about in his Shirt ; on Tuesdays she bangs his back with a good Cudgel ; on Wednesdays she kicks his breech , and lugs his Ears , instead of feeding him with Beef and Souce ; on Thursdays , Fridays , and Saturdays , she pays his back with a Bulls pizle , till he cries , O good Wife , I will never do so no more . Printed for P. Brocksby at the Golden Ball in Py-corner