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3283886Luckidad's garland, or, When my old hat was new (2) — Luckidad; or, When my Old Hat was new

L U C K I D A D's

G A R L A N D

O R,

When my old Hat was new,

To which is added

The fickle Shepherd.

Luckidad; or When my Old Hat was new,

SINCE my old hat was new, it is
about forſcore of years,
But now it is both old and torn,
fallen down about mine ears.
It was made of the ſilk ſo fine,
and ſtood above my brow,
O what a ſtrapping youth was I,
when my old hat was new.

About threeſcore of years ago,
the truth I do declare,
Every one took the other's word,
I wat they ſought nae mair:
Now bonds and bills cannot men hold,
Their words are ſo untrue,
Such villany did not abound,
Such villany did not abound.
when my old hat was new.

Where brotherly love did once abound,
there's nothing now but fade,
For they take many poor man's ground,
that they cannot get bread,
And makes them wander up and down,
but knows not what to do;
In my young days it was not ſo,
when my old hat was new.

For the moſt thing a farmer had,
was but a plow of land.
Which did maintain his family,
as you may underſtand;

The goodwife ſhe a toy did wear,
and a courſe cloath on her brow,
And he himſelf a good grey hat,
when my old hat was new.

But now they velvet caps do wear,
and clocks of ſcarlet red,
And o'er the poor thy tyrranize.
that they can get no bread;
They are oppreſt on ev'ry hand,
but know not what to do;
In my young days it was not ſo,
when my old hat was new,

Our great goodwives now miſtreſs get,
and they muſt have their tea,
And ſome of them wears gowns of ſilk,
as you may plainly ſee,
But in old times it was not ſo,
for this was a' their due,
A gown ſuch as their mother ſpan,
when my old hat was new.

The goodman ſat at the board head,
and did the table grace,
The ſervants ſat down as they came,
all ranked in their place,
The goodman ſerv'd with modeſty,
gave ev'ry one their due.
Humility did then abound,
when my old hat was new.

But now the caſe is altered,
as you may underſtand,
For they muſt have their dining room,

pride has them at command.
And they ſit like lords of ſtate,
I ſpeak but what is true,
Such vanity did not abound,
when my old hat was new.

The hinds followers are ta'en away,
their ſheep are ta’en away,
And Maggy has no woo to ſpin,
how can ſhe make her gray,
The weather cold, her cloathing thin,
he happy times but few,
That was well clead in back and bed,
when my old hat was new.

The cot houſes are all thrown down,
the commons ta’en away,
Their ſheep and ky they muſt remove,
no longer there to ſtay,
In former days it was not ſo,
for this was all their due,
The poor to have both milk and woo,
when my old hat was new.

When the Romans lived in our land,
theſe commons they did give,
Unto the poor for charity,
to help them for to live.
They've ta’en from them their proper right
which made them for to rue.
Although the fame to them belong'd,
when my old hat was new.

And when the time of harveſt came,
that we went out to ſhear,
Sometimes we were fu' hearty made,
with brandy ale and beer,
And when the corn was all led in,
and built into a mow,
The ſhearers got a ranting kirn,
when my old hat was new.

But inſtead of a hot ſupper,
we uſed to get before.
They give to us our portion,
like beggars at the door;
Unto their houſe we may go in,
tho' we were ne'er ſo fu',
Where we us'd to drink before 'twas now,
when my old hat was new.

Every one their ſupper got,
according to their mind,
And all the night we kis'd and danc'd,
and O but they were kind
The hindmoſt oft was foremoſt then,
ſo danc'd this jovial crew.
This was good ſport and merriment,
when my old hat was new.

And when we to the church did go,
to hear the goſpel preach'd.
Our miniſters with ſermons fine,
their hearers they did teach;
But now they loath that honey comb,
their ſtomachs are ſo low.

Whoſe ſermons fine did brightly ſhine,
when my old hat was new.

Our young men and our maidens,
they ran off to the hills,
And when they came home at night,
of each other got their wills,
And when the laſſies aprons mount,
and belly it turns fu'
Of ſuch a crime we thought great ſhame,
when my old hat was new.

Sly women with their fair ſpeeches,
the beggars they beguile,
Becauſe they want to marry them.
when they get them with child,
There's none of them ſtands to their word,
for ſome of them does rue,
And leaves them with their aprons up,
ſince my old hat was new.

When wives unto the weavers went.
for them to warp their yearn,
Their laps they were, ſo ſtuffed up,
they held it in their arm,
But now their aprons hang ſtraight down,
which uſed to be fu',
Which made the claith baith thick and broad,
when my old hat was new.

And when they for a tradeſman ſent,
old things for to repair,
Of every thing was in the houſe,
he always got a ſhare.

Of fleſh and meal butter and cheeſe,
they thought it a their due,
Such things did well the tradeſmen pleaſe,
when my old hat was new.

But now their hearts they are ſo full,
of pride and vanity now,
Tradſemen they're had in no account,
ſince my old hat was new.
Their wages they have ſo impair'd.
they ſcarce can get their due.
Which makes their wives and children ſad,
ſince my old hat was new.

At ev'ry merry wedding day,
the pipers were the ring,
And all the lads and laſſes they,
right wantonly they fling,
They cried, play up the lads of Dunſe,
and danced through and through,
O what a jovial crew were we,
when my old hat was new.

But now the caſe is altered quite,
the pipers they are ſcant,
The fiddlers are increaſed much.
which makes them for to vaunt,
But in former days it was not ſo,
for this was a' their due,
To take ſuch ſprings the piper play'd.
when my old hat was new.

But the times are changed much.
and what more can we ſay,

O what great alterations, has
been in my aged day.
But let them alter as they will,
I ſpeak but what is true,
The world is turned up ſide down,
Since my old hat was new.


This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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