Mary's Dream (1812)/The Disguised Squire

The Disguised Squire.

There was a wealthy farmer, liv’d in the north country,
And he had a daughter, beautiful and free.
There was a squire, who liv’d hard by,
Upon this pretty fair maid he did fix an eye.

He hoisted up his budget, and to the farmer’s house he came.
It’s have you any pots to mend, or have you any pans,
Or have you any lodgings, for me a single man.
The farmer granted lodgings, but thinking of no harm,
It’s if you abide about this house, you must lie in the barn.
Away this fair maid goes, to make the tinker’s bed;
The tinker being smart of foot, got up to bar the door,
He took her in his arms, and threw her on the floor.
They toss’d and tumbled, until the break of day;
He says, my pretty fair maid, it’s time I was away.
It’s oh! since you’ve got your will of me, pray tell me your name;
He whisper’d softly in her ear, they call me Davy Fa’
In remembrance of that merry night, among the pease straw.

I believe you are with child, my dear, as I suppose you be;
Here is twenty guineas, to pay the nurse’s fee.
When I come ⟨this⟩ road again, I’ll give you as much more,
In remembrance of that merry night, of the barring of the door.

FINIS.

⁠J. Neilson, printer.