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<HEAD><HI>Advice to Batchelors, OR,</HI> The Married Mans Lamentation.</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Take heed you that unmarried are,</HI></L>
<L><HI>how you do make your choice;</HI></L>
<L><HI>But if a good Wife you do find,</HI></L>
<L><HI>'twill make your heart rejoyce,</HI></L>
</LG>
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<OPENER><HI>Tune of,</HI> Hey Boys up go we; Bu&s;ie Fame; Martellus; <HI>or,</HI> Jenny Gin.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>YOu Batchelors that &s;ingle are,</L>
<L>may lead a happy life;</L>
<L>For married men are full of care,</L>
<L>and Women oft breed &s;trife:</L>
<L>As by my late unhappy match,</L>
<L>you here may plainly &s;ee;</L>
<L>A loving Man and froward Wife</L>
<L>will never well agree.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Beautys a thing that wins mens hearts</L>
<L>and rea&s;on &s;o bewitches;</L>
<L>That Men oft let the weaker &s;ort,</L>
<L>like fools, to wear the Breeches:</L>
<L>And I my &s;elf too late lament</L>
<L>my Api&s;h foolery;</L>
<L>For it I &s;peak an ha&s;ty word,</L>
<L><HI>then, hey Boys, &s;lap goes &s;he.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I in the morning up mu&s;t get,</L>
<L>or el&s;e there is no quiet;</L>
<L>And get her &s;ome delicious bit,</L>
<L>for &s;he doth love good Dyet:</L>
<L>I ask her why &s;he'I be profu&s;e?</L>
<L>&s;he crys, what's that to me?</L>
<L>And if another word I u&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>then hey Boys, &s;lap goes &s;he.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>She'l make me ri&s;e out of my Bid</L>
<L>to let another in;</L>
<L>And if I ask the rea&s;on why,</L>
<L>a Quarrel doth begin;</L>
<L>She'l haul me up and down the hou&s;e,</L>
<L>the like you ne'r bid &s;ee,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t be &s;ilent as a Mou&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>or, hey Boys &s;lap goes &s;he,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If I but for my breakfa&s;t ask,</L>
<L>then doth &s;he laugh and jeer;</L>
<L>Perhaps give me a hard dry cru&s;t,</L>
<L>and &s;trong four-&s;hilling Beer;</L>
<L>She tells me that is good enough</L>
<L>for &s;uch a Rogue as me;</L>
<L>And if I do but &s;eem to pout,</L>
<L><HI>then, hey Boys, &s;lap goes &s;he.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She oftentimes doth tell me plain,</L>
<L>that I do wear the Horns;</L>
<L>Sure e'ry Man doth this disdain,</L>
<L>and wi&s;emen meerly &s;corns:</L>
<L>But &s;ince 'tis my unhappy fate,</L>
<L>how can it helped be?</L>
<L>But it I chance thereof to prate,</L>
<L><HI>then, hey Boys, &s;lap goes &s;he.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Pots and Di&s;hes I mu&s;t wa&s;h,</L>
<L>and &s;cowre the Irons too;</L>
<L>Nay, and mu&s;t wa&s;h the childrens clouts</L>
<L>believe me this is true:</L>
<L>But tho&s;e that did the Children get,</L>
<L>&s;hould &s;lave as well <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"></L>
<L>And if I chance to ver or fret,</L>
<L><HI>then, hey Boys, &s;lap goes &s;he.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This is a &s;trange and di&s;mal life,</L>
<L>that I poor Man do lead;</L>
<L>And when I do con&s;ider well,</L>
<L>it makes my heart to bleed:</L>
<L>But if it goes again&s;t the grain,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t contented be;</L>
<L>If in the lea&s;t I do complain,</L>
<L><HI>then, hey Boys, &s;lap goes &s;he.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh that I were a &s;ingle Man,</L>
<L>as I was heretofore;</L>
<L>Or if I were a Widdower,</L>
<L>I ne'r would Marry more:</L>
<L>For I do to my &s;orrow know,</L>
<L>and to my grief I &s;ee,</L>
<L>When &s;he &s;ays I, and I &s;ay no,</L>
<L><HI>then hey Boys &s;lap goes &s;he.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A thou&s;and times I wi&s;h in vain,</L>
<L>I ne'r had been begot;</L>
<L>Then had I been a happy Man,</L>
<L>now Cuckold, Fool, and Sot:</L>
<L>But once again you Batchelors,</L>
<L>take warning now by me:</L>
<L>For 'tis a cur&s;e to be a Slave,</L>
<L>and yet a Curkold be.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>J. Deacon.</HI> at the <HI>Angel</HI></P>
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