"Twas this Extasie brave, that the great Courage gave, If your Eyes were but ope"d and would see; To great _Alexander_, that mighty Commander, As Mad a Fellow as could be.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.
Then around goes a Health to the Lady o"th" House, If any Man here does forsake it; For a Fool let him go, we know better Manners, And so we mean to take it.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.
There"s no Night Mirth"s going, nor any Lad wooing, But Mad-men are privy unto it; For the Stars so peep, into every such thing, And wink upon us as you do it.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.
When the Frost, Ice and Snow, do benumb things below, We Chirp as merry as Larks; Our Sack and our Madness, consumes cold and sadness, And we are the Jovial Sparks.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.
Has thy Mistress frown"d on thee, or thy Rival out-gone thee?
Let Sober and Wise Fellows pine; Whilst bright _Miralind_ and goodly _Dulcind_, And the rest of the Fairies are thine.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.
A Mad-man needs baulk no manner of talk, His Tongues never guilty with Treason; But a Wise Knave would suffer, if the same he should utter, For a wise Man"s Guilt is his Reason.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.
_A_ SONG.
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A Shepherd kept Sheep on a Hill so high, _fa, la, la_, &c.
And there came a pretty Maid pa.s.sing by, _fa, la_, &c.
Shepherd, quoth she, dost thou want e"er a Wife, No by my troth I"m not weary of my Life, _fa, la, la_, &c.
Shepherd for thee I care not a Fly, _fa, la, la_, For thou"st not the Face with a fair Maid to lie, _fa, la_, How now my Damsel, say"st thou me so, Thou shalt tast of my bottle before thou dost go, _fa, la_.
Then he took her and laid her upon the Ground, _fa, la_, And made her believe that the World went round, _fa, la_, Look yonder my Shepherd, look yonder I spy, There are fine pretty Babies that dance in the Sky, _fa, la_.
And now they are vanisht, and now they appear, _fa, la_, Sure they will tell Stories of what we do here, _fa, la, la_, Lie still my dear _Chloris_, enjoy thy Conceit, For the Babes are too young and too little to prate, _fa, la, la_.
See how the Heavens fly swifter than Day, _fa, la, la_, Rise quickly, or they will all run away, _fa, la, la_, Rise quickly my Shepherd, quickly I tell ye, For the Sun, Moon and Stars are got all in my Belly, _fa, la_.
O dear, where am I? pray shew me the way, _fa, la, la_, Unto my Father"s House hard by, _fa, la, la_, If he chance to Chide me for staying so long, I"ll tell him the fumes of your Bottle were strong, _fa, la, la_.
And now thou hast brought my Body to shame, _fa, la_, I prithee now tell me what is thy Name, _fa, la, la_, Why _Robin_ in the Rushes my Name is, quoth he, But I think I told her quite contrary, _fa, la, la_.
Then for _Robin_ in the Rushes, she did enquire, _fa, la, la_, But he hung down his Head, and he would not come nigh her, _fa, la, la_, He wink"d with one Eye, as if he had been Blind, And he drew one Leg after a great way behind, _fa, la, la_.
_A_ SONG.
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As I was a walking under a Grove, Within my self, as I suppos"d; My Mind did oftentimes remove, And by no means could be disclosed: At length by chance a Friend I met, Which caused me long time to tarry; And thus of me she did intreat, To tell her when I meant to Marry.
Sweet-heart, quoth I, if you would know, Then hear the Words, and I"ll reveal it; Since in your Mind you bear it so, And in your Heart you will conceal it: She promis"d me she"d make no Words, But of such things she would be wary; And thus in brief I did begin, To tell her when I meant to Marry.
When _Shrove-tide_ falls in _Easter_ week, And _Christmas_ in the midst of _July_; When Lawyers for no Fees will Plead, And Taylors they prove Just and Truly: When all Deceits are quite put down, And Truth by all Men is preferred; And _Indigo_ dies Red and Brown, O then my Love and I"ll be Married.
When Men and Beasts in the Ocean flow, And Fishes in green Fields are feeding; When Muscle-sh.e.l.ls in the Streets grow, And Swans upon dry Rocks be breeding: When c.o.c.kle-sh.e.l.ls are Diamond Rings, And Gla.s.s to Pearl may be compared; Gold is made of a Grey-goose Wings, Oh then my Love and I"ll be Married.
When hostesses do reckon true, And _Dutchmen_ leave off drinking Brandy; When Cats do bark, and Dogs do Mew, And Brimstone is took for Sugar-candy: Or when that _Whitsontide_ do fall, Within the Month of _January_; And a Cobler works without an Awl, O then my, _&c._
When Women know not how to Scold, And Maids on Sweet-hearts ne"er are thinking; When Men in the Fire complain of Cold, And Ships on _Salisbury_ Plain fear sinking: Or when Horse-Coursers turn honest Men, And _London_ into _York_ is carried; And out of One you can take Ten, Oh then, _&c._
When Candlesticks do serve for Bells, And Frying-pans they do use for Ladles; When in the Sea they dig for Wells, And Porridge-pots they use for Cradles: When Maids forget to go a _Maying_, And a Man on his Back an Ox can carry; Or when the Mice with the Cat be playing, Oh then, _&c._
Good Sir, since you have told me when, That you"re resolv"d for to Marry; I wish with all my Heart till then, That for a Wife you still may tarry: But if all young Men were of your mind, And Maids no better were preferred; I think it were when the D----l were blind, That we and our Lovers should be Married.
Gilderoys _last Farewel. To a New Tune._
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_Gilderoy_ was a bonny Boy, Had Roses tull his shun, His Stockings were made of the finest Silk, His Garters hanging down: It was a comely sight to see, He was so trim a Boy; He was my Joy and Heart"s Delight, _My Handsom_ Gilderoy.
Oh sike a charming Eye he had, A Breath as sweet as a Rose, He never wore a Hiland plad, But costly silken Cloaths: He gain"d the Love of Ladies gay, There"s none to him was Coy; Ah, wa"s me, Ise mourn this Day, _For my Dear_ Gilderoy.
My _Gilderoy_ and I was born, Both in one Town together; Not past Seven years of Age, Since one did Love each other: Our Daddies and our Mammies both, Were cloath"d with mickle Joy, To think upon the Bridal Day, _Betwixt I and my_ Gilderoy.
For _Gilderoy_, that Love of mine, Geud faith Ise freely bought: A Wedding-sark of Holland fine, With Silk in Flowers wrought: And he gave me a Wedding Ring, Which I receiv"d with Joy; No Lads or La.s.ses e"er could Sing, _Like my sweet_ Gilderoy.
In mickle Joy we spent our time, Till we was both Fifteen; Then gently he did lay me down, Amongst the leaves so green: When he had done what he could do, He rose and he gang"d his way; But ever since I lov"d the Man, _My Handsome_ Gilderoy.
While we did both together play, He kiss"d me o"er and o"er; Geud faith it was as blith a Day, As e"er I saw before: He fill"d my Heart in every Vein, With Love and mickle Joy; Who was my Love and Hearts delight, _Mine own sweet_ Gilderoy.
Oh never, never shall I see, The cause of past Delight; Or sike a lovely Lad as he, Transport my Ravish"d sight: The Law forbids what Love enjoyns, And does prevent our Joy; Though just and fair were the Designs, _Of me and_ Gilderoy.
"Cause _Gilderoy_ had done amiss, Must he be punish"d then; What kind of Cruelty is this To hang such Handsom Men?
The Flower of the _Scotish_ land, A sweet and lovely Boy; He likewise had a Lady"s Hand, _My Handsom_ Gilderoy.
At _Leith_ they took my _Gilderoy_, And there G.o.d wot they bang"d him: Carry"d him to fair _Edenburgh_, And there G.o.d wot they hang"d him: They hang"d him up above the rest, He was so trim a Boy; My only Love and Heart"s Delight, _My Handsom_ Gilderoy.
Thus having yielded up his Breath, In _Cypress_ he was laid; Then for my dearest, after Death, A Funeral I made: Over his Grave a Marble-stone, I fixed for my Joy; Now I am left to weep alone, _For my dear_ Gilderoy.