THE CRAFTY SQUIRE's GARLAND.
To the Tune of "The Highwayman."
YOU lovers that are in mirth inclined.
Draw near to my ſlory, and ſoon you ſhall find,
there's many a project young lovers find out.
As appeals by the ſubject that I am about.
In fair London city a lady did dwell.
Who for wit and beauty did many excel,
ten thouſ’and pounds for her fortune had ſhe,
And was courted by a lord of high degree.
At length upon one fire had fixed her heart,
And they were agreed never more to part.
Which made all the reſt of her lovers deſpair,
But one by the powers above he did ſwear.
If he could not enjoy her marriage bed,
He‘d ſurely put horns upon her huſband's head ;
And it fell out, I vow and proteſt,
He was invited one of the wedding gueſt.
She choſe him father to give her away,
the bridegroom then ſmiling unto him did ſay,
I thank you, kind ſir, for this preſent moſt fair,
He anſwer'd, I wiſh you much joy, I declare.
But really, kind ſir, if I had my due,
She had been my bride I give unto you;
A ſumptuous dinner moſt glorious had they,
With muſic and dancing all the long day.
the night being, come that the ladies ‘tis ſaid,
Prepar'd to convoy the ſweet bride to her bed,
the love ſick squire goes to the bed ſide,
