Unhappy lover, or, Ruined virgin/The cobler of Castle Bury

The COBLER of CASTLE BURY.

'TWAS in a village near Castle Bury,
a Cobler and his wife did dwell,
And for a time no two so merry,
their happiness no tongue can tell,
But mortal joys, alas ! are fleeting,
and little things oft cause much strife,
For going to a merry meeting,
the man got drunk and beat his wife.

Yet though he us'd her so unruly
then what did this good creature do!
Now mark my song, I'll tell you truly,
for other things she had in view.
A jolly landlord and his tapster,
full oft had view'd her comely charms,
And with her beauty so enrapt, Sir,
that each one wish'd her in his arms.

Then she to wound her unkind deary,
to each her favours seem'd to give,
And all the folks in Castle Bury
Soon saw how jealous they did live.
Now topsy turvey, noise and riot,
and all the furniture was sold,
Nothing could make her Dickey easy,
until his wife did this unfold,

Dick, I so archly have contrived.
both with the man and master too,
Each of a purse of gold deprived
which now my dear I bring to you.
Now Dickey's heart it soon relented,
and love did in his bosom burn,
His former usage he repented,
so to his dame made this return.

No more, my dear, will I be jealous,
but ever be both kind and true,
I'll laugh at love pretending fellows,
and will rejoice with none but you.
Now Dick he whistles in his stall, Sir,
thumps his hammer, minds his end,
And use makes of his pegging awl, Sir,
pray what can mortal more pretend.

FINIS.