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<HEAD>The Doting Old DAD, OR, <HI>The &V;nequal Match betwixt a Rich</HI> Muckworm <HI>of Four&s;core and Ten, and a Young La&s;s &s;carce Nineteen.</HI></HEAD>
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<L><HI>When Dads thus Old, who&s;e Blood is cold,</HI></L>
<L><HI>young Dam&s;els &s;eeks to Wed;</HI></L>
<L><HI>For their neglect, they may expect</HI></L>
<L><HI>Horns grafted on their Head.</HI></L>
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<OPENER><HI>To the Tune of, <HI>All Trades.</HI></HI></OPENER>
<HEADNOTE>
<P><HI>This may be Printed, <HI>R. P.</HI></HI></P>
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<LG>
<L>THere was a young Dam&s;el of fate,</L>
<L>was Woo'd by a Dad very Old,</L>
<L>He had a right worthy E&s;tate,</L>
<L>be&s;ides &s;tore of Silver and Gold:</L>
<L>His Service he proffer'd her then,</L>
<L>yet he was as pale as a Gho&s;t,</L>
<L>He being full Four&s;core and Ten,</L>
<L>and &s;he was but Nineteen at mo&s;t:</L>
<L><HI>But ever when he drew nigh,</HI></L>
<L><HI>the Dam&s;el would &s;traight reply;</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'le never have you, for what can you do?</HI></L>
<L><HI>O fie upon Fumblers, fie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Although I am wrinckled and Lean,</L>
<L>yet I will be loving to thee,</L>
<L>And deck thee as fine as a Queen,</L>
<L>if thou wilt be Marry'd to me:</L>
<L>Both Silver and Gold I have &s;tore,</L>
<L>and yet though thy Portion is &s;mall,</L>
<L>If I had a thou&s;and times more,</L>
<L>yet you &s;hou'd be Mi&s;tris of all:</L>
<L><HI>But ever when he drew nigh,</HI></L>
<L><HI>the Dam&s;el would &s;traight Reply,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'le never have you, for what can you do?</HI></L>
<L><HI>O fie upon Fumblers, fie,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I tell thee my amorous Girl,</L>
<L>if that thou wilt he but my Bride,</L>
<L>I'le give thee Rich Iewels and Pearl,</L>
<L>and twenty new Nick-knacks be&s;ide:</L>
<L>A Tower and Top-knot &s;o fine,</L>
<L>a Mask and a delicate Fan;</L>
<L>O tell me now wilt thou be mine,</L>
<L>endeavour to love an Old Man:</L>
<L><HI>But ever when he,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He proffer'd her &s;till to advance her,</L>
<L>but thus with Di&s;cretion, &s;aid &s;he,</L>
<L>You re-Old enough to be my Grand&s;ir,</L>
<L>and therefore no Husband for me:</L>
<L>For when I behold your bald Pate,</L>
<L>and &s;tragling Hairs white and gray,</L>
<L>O then at a &s;orrowful rate,</L>
<L>I weeping and &s;ighing, &s;hall &s;ay:</L>
<L><HI>O what a hard Fortune have I,</HI></L>
<L><HI>though Marry'd, a Maiden mu&s;t dye;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The more is my grief, I &s;ee no relief,</HI></L>
<L><HI>O fie upon Fumblers, fie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now hearing the Dam&s;els intent,</L>
<L>and finding he could not prevail,</L>
<L>Away to her Mother he went,</L>
<L>and told her a pittiful Tate:</L>
<L>Your Daughter &s;he is in a rage,</L>
<L>and all my kind proffers won't heed,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides, &s;he de&s;pi&s;es my Age,</L>
<L>which ought to be Honour'd indeed:</L>
<L><HI>For when to her I draw nigh,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;he makes this &s;trange Reply;</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'le never have you, for what can you do?</HI></L>
<L><HI>O fie upon Fumblers, fie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She &s;traight for her Daughter did &s;end,</L>
<L>before the Old Man went away,</L>
<L>In duty &s;he &s;traight did attend,</L>
<L>to hear what her Mother would &s;ay:</L>
<L>My Daughter, you well under&s;tand,</L>
<L>that he has good Trea&s;ure enuff,</L>
<L>In Money, nay, Cattel and Land,</L>
<L>with abundance of good Hou&s;hold-&s;tuff:</L>
<L><HI>Then Daughter tell me but why,</HI></L>
<L><HI>you will not freely-comply?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Said &s;he, he is Old, his Blood it is cold,</HI></L>
<L><HI>O fie upon Fumblers, fie.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Her Mother did hear her therefore</L>
<L>&s;he &s;traightway did call her a&s;id<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>You know he has Riches great &s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="3 letters"></L>
<L>and therefore you mu&s;t he his B<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="5 letters"></L>
<L>And as for the plea&s;ure of Youth,</L>
<L>if he can't get Daughter or So<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Believe me, I'de have you, in tru<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters"></L>
<L>do e'ne as your Mother has don<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L><HI>For when my Old Dad would deny,</HI></L>
<L><HI>to yield me a daily &s;upply,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I &s;till had a Friend my Will to attend</HI></L>
<L><HI>for fie upon Fumblers, fie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus you may your &s;orrows relief</L>
<L>although an Old Fumblers Wif<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>It is ea&s;ie to make him believe</L>
<L>you love him as dear as <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">our life</L>
<L>You need not his Iealou&s;ie dread,</L>
<L>if that you will make but each nig<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>A Cordial, and put him to Bed,</L>
<L>then ki&s;s with a Gallant all night</L>
<L><HI>For Daughter, I cannot deny,</HI></L>
<L><HI>but Wives may want a &s;upply,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which if it be &s;o, abroad we mu&s;t go,</HI></L>
<L><HI>for fie upon Fumblers, fie.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>The Dam&s;el &s;he gave her Con&s;ent,</L>
<L>and they the next morning was <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"></L>
<L>The day was in Merriment &s;pent,</L>
<L>at length they did hurry to Bed:</L>
<L>And then &s;aid the Feeble Old Man,</L>
<L>thy Fancy I'de willingly feed,</L>
<L>But can do no more than I can,</L>
<L>accept of the Will for the Deed.</L>
<L><HI>In Bed he Grunting doth I, e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>which makes her often Reply,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I &s;till am a Maid, and &s;hall be, &s;he &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L><HI>O fie upon Fumblers, fie.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the Sign the Golden-Ball, near the <HI>Ho&s;pital Gate,</HI> in <HI>We&s;t-Smithfield.</HI></P>
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