SONG XLII. THE GOSSIPS. Two gossips they merrily met, To keep their sweet voices in tune. 'Here Joan, I vow and protest, ‹ That I have a crown yet unspent, 'Come let's have a cup of the best.' ́ And I have another, perhaps ́ A piece of the very same sort ; Why should we sit thrumming of caps, ́ And let it be liquor of life, 'Canary, or sparkling wine! For I am a buxom young wife, ' And I love to go gallant and fine.' The drawer, as blithe as a bird, Came skipping with cap in his hand, 'Dear ladies, I give you my word, 'The best shall be at your command.' A quart of canary he drew, Joan fill'd up a glass and begun, 'Here gossip's a bumper to you :' I'll pledge you, girl, were it a tun.' And, pray gossip, did'nt you hear 'The common report of the town? 'A squire of five hundred a year 6 Is married to Doll of the Crown: 'A draggle-tail'd slut, on my word, 'Her clothes hanging ragged and foul In troth he would fain have a bird, 'That would give a groat for an owl. ‹ And she had a sister last year, 'Whose name they call'd Galloping Peg; 'She'd take up a straw with her ear, 'I warrant her right as my leg! 'A brewer he got her with child, 'I knew she was wanton and wild, Nor I, gossip Joan, by my troth, 'Though nevertheless I've been told, 'She stole seven yards of broad cloth, A ring and a locket of gold; A smock and a new pair of shoes; 'A flourishing madam was she :— 'But Margery told me the news, 'And it ne'er shall go further for me. 'We were at a gossiping club, 'Where we had a chirruping cup, ' Of good humming liquor, strong bub! "Your husband's name there it was up, For bearing a powerful sway, 'All neighbours his valour have seen; • For he is a cuckold they say,— Dear gossip, a slip of the tongue, 'And if we perhaps get a kiss, Pray what are our husbands the worse?' SONG XLIII. OF AN OLD COURTIER AND A NEW. WITH an old song made by an old ancient pate, [And the queen's old courtier.] With an old lady, whose anger one good word assuages, Who every quarter pays her old servants their wages, Who never knew what belongs to coachmen, footmen, and pages, But kept twenty thrifty old fellows with blue coats and badges; Like an old courtier, &c. With an old study fill'd full of learned old books, With an old reverend parson, you may judge him by his looks, With an old buttery-hatch, worn quite off the old hooks, And an old kitchen, which maintains half a dozen old cooks; Like an old, &c. With an old hall, hung about with guns, pikes, and bows, With old swords, and bucklers, which have borne many shrewd blows, And an old frisado coat, to cover his worship's trunk hose, And a cup of old sherry, to comfort his copper nose; With an old fashion, when Christmas is come, To call in his neighbours with bagpipe and drum, And old liquor, able to make a cat speak, and a wise man dumb; Like an old, &c. With an old huntsman, a falconer, and a kennel of hounds, Which never hunted, nor hawked, but in his own grounds, Who, like an old wise man, kept himself within his own bounds, And when he died, gave every child a thousand old pounds; Like an old, &c. But to his eldest son his house and land he assign'd, Charging him in his will to keep the same bountiful mind, To be good to his servants, and to his neighbours kind : But in the ensuing ditty you shall hear how he was inclin'd; Like a young courtier of the king's, [And the king's young courtier.] LIKE a young gallant, newly come to his land, And lieth drunk in a new tavern, till he can neither go nor stand; Like a young, &c. With a neat lady, that is fresh and fair, Who never knew what belong'd to good housekeeping, nor care, But buys several fans to play with the wanton air, And seventeen or eighteen dressings of other women's hair ; Like a young, &c. With a new hall, built where the old one stood, Wherein is burned neither coal nor wood, And a new shovel-board table whereon never meat stood; Hung round with pictures, which doth the poor little good. Like a young, &c. With a new study, stuff'd full of pamphlets and plays, With a new chaplain, that swears faster than he prays, With a new buttery-hatch, that opens once in four or five days, With a new French cook, to devise kick-shaws and toys; For the young, &c. |