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<HEAD>The Contriving Lover: Or, <HI>The Fortunate Mi&s;take.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">With the Old VVomans Journey to Heaven up the Chimney in a Hand-Basket. Together with her Dreadful Downfall from the Chimney-Top to the Chimney-Corner.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>I often for my <HI>Jenny</HI> &s;trove, &amp;c.</HI></OPENER>
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<P>Licen&s;ed according to Order.</P>
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<LG N="1">
<HEAD>(1)</HEAD>
<L>A Rich Old Mi&s;er of Renown,</L>
<L>Who dwelt within a Country Town,</L>
<L>He had a Daughter young and fair,</L>
<L>As lively and as brisk as Ayre;</L>
<L>A Spark had got &s;o far in Favour,</L>
<L>that they oftentimes had been</L>
<L>Ki&s;&s;ing and Cla&s;ping, Dying Ga&s;ping,</L>
<L>Lovers, you know what I mean.</L>
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<HEAD>(2)</HEAD>
<L>The Mi&s;er thought the Youth too Wild,</L>
<L>And not a Match fit for his Child;</L>
<L>He fearing what had pa&s;s'd before,</L>
<L>Forewarn'd him coming any more:</L>
<L>Further to prevent their meeting,</L>
<L>and contrivance, out of door</L>
<L>He did command her, to her Chamber,</L>
<L>and there Lock'd her up &s;ecure.</L>
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<LG N="3">
<HEAD>(3)</HEAD>
<L>When this &s;ad News her Lover knew,</L>
<L>He greatly di&s;contented grew;</L>
<L>Re&s;olving by &s;ome means, that he</L>
<L>His loving Dame again wou'd &s;ee:</L>
<L>Knowing the Chimney of her Chamber,</L>
<L>he got on the Old Dads Hou&s;e-top,</L>
<L>A Letter bearing, words &s;o 'ndearing,</L>
<L>he did down the Chimney drop.</L>
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<LG N="4">
<HEAD>(4)</HEAD>
<L>De&s;iring that &s;he would next Night</L>
<L>Take care to keep her Candle light,</L>
<L>For he intended then by &s;tealth,</L>
<L>To vi&s;it her that way him&s;elf.</L>
<L>This kind News did &s;o &s;urprize her,</L>
<L>and &s;uch Joys to her impart,</L>
<L>Thoughts of po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing, &s;uch a Ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>much reviv'd her drooping heart.</L>
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<LG N="5">
<HEAD>(5)</HEAD>
<L>The Night en&s;uing quickly came,</L>
<L>When he re&s;olv'd to &s;ee his Dam&ecirc;,</L>
<L>He then de&s;ir'd a tru&s;ty Friend,</L>
<L>That he would his a&s;&s;i&s;tance lend.</L>
<L>In a Basket he was let down,</L>
<L>his fair Prize for to obtain,</L>
<L>Giving him Order, if the Cord &s;tir,</L>
<L>for to pluck him up again.</L>
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<LG N="6">
<HEAD>(6)</HEAD>
<L>When down into the Room he came,</L>
<L>He welcom'd was by his fair Dame;</L>
<L>Their eager pa&s;&s;ions to content,</L>
<L>They Ki&s;t, and into Bed they went:</L>
<L>Eager to po&s;&s;e&s;s the ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>fears and cares were &s;oon de&s;troy'd,</L>
<L>Loving Care&s;&s;es, and Embraces,</L>
<L>by the&s;e Lovers were enjoy'd.</L>
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<LG N="7">
<HEAD>(7)</HEAD>
<L>The Mi&s;er and his Wife lay near,</L>
<L>Who did the Tell tale Bed-Cords hear;</L>
<L>The Old Woman in a heavy plight.</L>
<L>Cry'd, Husband ri&s;e and &s;trike a Light,</L>
<L>Somebody's got to Bed with our Daughter,</L>
<L>for I hear the Bed-cords crack:</L>
<L>The Mi&s;er amazed, &s;oon was rai&s;ed,</L>
<L>and into the Room did pack.</L>
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<LG N="8">
<HEAD>(8)</HEAD>
<L>They hearing the Old Mi&s;er ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Which did the Lovers both &s;urprize;</L>
<L>The Daughter, in a thou&s;and fears,</L>
<L>Whips out of Bed, and falls to Prayers;</L>
<L>Begging God to ble&s;s her Father,</L>
<L>who &s;he thought was be&s;t of Men;</L>
<L>Begging his Thriving, and his living</L>
<L>to the Age of <HI>Methu&s;alem.</HI></L>
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<LG N="9">
<HEAD>(9)</HEAD>
<L>He hearing what his Daughter &s;aid,</L>
<L>Return'd again and went to Bed;</L>
<L>And call'd his Wife an ill'tongu'd Bea&s;t,</L>
<L>Who did &s;o ba&s;e a thing &s;ugge&s;t:</L>
<L>The Old Woman lay a while and li&s;ten'd,</L>
<L>being not well &s;atisfy'd;</L>
<L>They po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing, of their ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>then &s;he heard again, &s;he cry'd.</L>
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<LG N="10">
<HEAD>(10)</HEAD>
<L>Then &s;lyly up got the Old Dame,</L>
<L>And into her Daughters Room &s;he came,</L>
<L>She happen'd to &s;tumble at a Stool,</L>
<L>Did into th' Lovers Basket fall:</L>
<L>Up was drawn the poor Old Woman,</L>
<L>who in the Basket &s;creaming lay,</L>
<L>To the top he drew her, down again threw her</L>
<L>whil&s;t his friend e&s;cap'd away.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>R. Kell,</HI> at the Blew Anchor in <HI>Pye-Corner.</HI> 1690.</P>
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