Kentshire tragedy, or, The constant lovers overthrow/The hogg's tub

THE HOGG'S TUB

ONCE I courted as bonny a lass,
⁠as ever my eyes did see,
But now she is so saucy grown,
⁠she cares not a fig for me;
She invited me home to her own house,
⁠she told me I ne'er should be poor,
Then she tumbl'd me into the hogg's tub,
⁠I'll ne'er go there any more.
Chor. The hogg's tub, the pickling tub,
⁠and the tub behind the door;
⁠She tumbled me into the hogg's tub,
⁠and I'll never go there any more.

Had I sunk unto the bottom,
⁠as I swam round the brim,
I surely had been drowned,
⁠and ne'er more had been seen.
But there came by an old friend of mine,
⁠an old friend that I knew before,
He hauled me out of the hogg's tub
⁠I'll never go there any more.⁠The, &c.

Then I took my love by the lily white hand,
⁠saying. Madam, can you dance?
And there came by an old fidler,
⁠that play'd us a tune by chance;
There's the Black-smith, and the Whitesmith,
⁠and the Gun-smith, I can tell,
So merrily round the hogg's tub,
⁠we danc'd exceeding well.⁠The, &c.

Some says kissing is a great sin,
⁠but I do not say so;
For kissing did the world begin,
⁠some thousand years ago;
For Adam kiss'd old Eve his wife,
⁠and she by him bore a son,
So kissing did the world begin,
⁠and I hope it ne'er will be done. The &c.

O if kissing was not lawful,
⁠Lawyers would not use it,
And if it was not gospel.
⁠the Parson would refuse it:
And if it was not a dainty dish,
⁠the Ladies would not crave it,
And if it was hot sweet like wine,
⁠bonny Lasses ne'er would have it.

CHORUS.

The hogg's tub, the pickling tub,
⁠and the tub behind the door;
She tumbl'd me into the hogg's tub,
⁠and I’ll ne'er go there any more.