Merry Drollery Compleat (1875)
Merry Drollery
Compleat.

Merry
Drollery
Compleat
Being
Jovial Poems, Merry Songs,
&c.,
Collected by W.N., C.B., R.S., & J.G.,
Lovers of Wit,
Both Parts; 1661, 1670, 1691.
Now First Reprinted from the Final Edition, 1691.
Edited,
With a Special Introduction,
An Appendix of
Notes, Illustrations, and Emendations of Text;
And Frontispiece;
By J. Woodfall Ebsworth, M.A., Cantab.
Boston, Lincolnshire:
Printed by Robert Roberts, Strait Bar-Gate.
M,DCCCLXXV.
To Those
Students of History
Who Desire to Learn
The True State of England,
At the Close of the Civil Wars;
This Exact Reprint
Of the
Merry Drollery, Complete,
(First Collected in 1661,)
Is
Dedicated.
May, 1875.
| Dedication | ||
| Prelude | ||
| Introduction to “Merry Drollery:”— | i. | |
| § 1. Merry Drollery, 1661,—2. The Ballads and the Commonwealth,—3. The Writers of the Songs. | ||
| Original Address to the Reader | 3 | |
| Merry Drollery, Complete, Part I. | 5 | |
| Merry„ Drollery,„ Complete,„ Part„ II. | 209 | |
| Original Table of Contents | 351 | |
| Original List of Books | 358 | |
| Appendix of Notes to Merry D. C. | 363 | |
| Appendix„ of Notes„ to„ Westm. D. | 405 | |
| Finale | 403 | |
Merry Drollery,
Compleat.
Merry
Drollery
Compleat:
Or, A
Collection
| Of | Jovial Poems, Merry Songs, Witty Drolleries, |
Intermixed with Pleasant Catches.
The First Part.
Collected by W.N. C.B. R.S. J.G.
Lovers of Wit.
London
To the
Reader:
Courteous Reader,
We do here present thee with a Choice Collection of Wit and Ingenuity, many of which were obtained with much difficulty, and at a Chargeable Rate; It is Composed so as to please all Complexions, Ages, and Constitutions of either Sexes, and is now Completed.
Farewel.
| [Edition 1691,] | Page | |
|---|---|---|
| Now I confess I am in Love | [7] | 5 |
| Be merry in sorrow, why are you so sad | [9] | 7 |
| Amerillis told her swaine | [10] | 8 |
| Call for the Master oh this is fine | [11] | 9 |
| Once I was sad till I grew to be mad | [12] | 10 |
| When first Mardike was made a Prey | [14] | 12 |
| Of all the Crafts that I do know | 17 | |
| The thirsty Earth drinks up the Rain | 22 | |
| To friend and to foe | 23 | |
| The Fashions [: The Turk in linen, &c.] | 25 | |
| Tobacco that is withered quite | 26 | |
| There was a Jovial Tinker | 27 | |
| Now Gentlemen if you will hear | 29 | |
| The Hunt is up | 30 | |
| Of an old souldier of the Queen | 31 | |
| If thou will know how to chuse a shrew | 32 | |
| Come my delicate bonny sweet Betty | 34 | |
| Nay, prethee don’t fly me, &c. | 36 | |
| A fox a fox up Gallant to the field | 38 | |
| Ah Ah come see what’s here | 40 | |
| Let dogs and divells dye | 41 | |
| A young man that in Love &c, | 42 | |
| There dwelt a maid &c. | 46 | |
| The spring is coming on and our bloud &c, | 47 | |
| Doctors lay by your Irksome books | 48 | |
| There was an old man &c. | 52 | |
| Come Jack let’s drink, or the Cavaleers complaint | 52 | |
| The Answer to it [: I marvel, Dick, &c.] | 54 | |
| All in the Land of Essex | 56 | |
| My Mistris is a Shittle-Cock | 60 | |
| Will you hear a strange thing &c | 62 | |
| Of nothing a new song [: I’le sing you a Sonnet] | 66 | |
| Bacchus I am come from &c. | 69 | |
| Be not thou so foolish nice | 69 | |
| Aske me no more [why there appears] &c. | 70 | |
| A Sessions was held the other day | 72 | |
| I came unto a Puritan to woe | 77 | |
| Good Lord what a pass is this world &c | 81 | |
| Walking abroad in a morning | 81 | |
| In Eighty Eight &c. | 82 | |
| Nay out upon this fooling for shame | 84 | |
| If every woman was serv’d in her kind | 85 | |
| Some Christian People all give ear | 87 | |
| Come my Daphne come away | 91 | |
| Cast your Caps and cares away | 92 | |
| When first the Scottish war began | 93 | |
| My Brethren all attend | 95 | |
| Come let’s drink the time invites | 97 | |
| In the merry month of May | 99 | |
| Roome for the best of Poets Heroick | 100 | |
| I tell thee Dick where I have been | 101 | |
| How happy is the prisoner &c. | 107 | |
| I met with the divel in the shape of a Ram | 109 | |
| The world’s a bubble &c | 110 | |
| The Proctors are two and no more | 111 | |
| My Mistris whom in heart &c. | 113 | |
| Tis not the Silver nor Gold | 115 | |
| After so many sad mishaps | 118 | |
| Come lets purge our brains | 121 | |
| What though the [ill] times | 124 | |
| Lay by your pleading [Law lies, &c.] | 125 | |
| I am a bonny scot | 127 | |
| I’ll tell thee a story &c. | 131 | |
| I’ll go no more to the old Exchange | 134 | |
| Lets call and drink the Celler [dry] | 138 | |
| There is [a] lusty Liquor | 140 | |
| Three merry lads met at the Rose | 143 | |
| Of all the Recreations which | [146] | 130 |
| Tom and Will were shepherds | 149 | |
| Wake all you dead what O | [151] | 131 |
| There [is] a certain idle kind of creature | [152] | 155 |
| The Bow Goose[: The best of Poets, &c.] | 153 | |
| News[:] White Bears, &c | [159] | 153 |
| We seamen are the bonny boys | 162 | |
| My Mistris is in Musick passing, &c | 163 | |
| When the Chill charakoe blows | 164 | |
| Now thanks to the powers below | 166 | |
| A maiden of late &c | 170 | |
| After the pains of a desperate Lover | 171 | |
| Blind fortune if thou want s[t] | 172 | |
| From Mahomet and Paganisme | 174 | |
| God bless my good Lord [Bishop] | 177 | |
| Of all the rare sciences | 178 | |
| Heard you not lately of a man | 180 | |
| The Medly of the Country man Citizen and souldier | 182 | |
| No man loves fiery passion can approve | 187 | |
| When blind God Cupid &c. | 188 | |
| Come Drawer come fill us &c. | 190 | |
| Lay by your pleading [Love lies, &c.] | 191 | |
| Bring forth your Cunny skin | 196 | |
| From hunger and cold &c. | 197 | |
| Roome for a Gamester | 197 | |
| Gather your Rose buds | 199 | |
| A story strange I will you tell | 200 | |
| I am a Rogue and a stout one | 204 | |
| Stay shut the Gate | 207 | |
Merry
Drollery,
Complete.
Or,
A Collection
| Of | Jovial Poems, Merry Songs, Witty Drolleries, |
Intermixed with Pleasant Catches.
The Second Part.
| Hold quaffe no more | 210 | |
| Had she not care enough | 211 | |
| Here’s a Health to his Majesty | 212 | |
| But since it was [lately] enacted high Treason | 212 | |
| Cock Laurel [would needs have:] by Ben Johnson | 214 | |
| A fig for care [why should we spare] | 217 | |
| Let Souldiers fight for praise, &c. | 218
| |
| Ne’er trouble thy self at the times | 219 | |
| Three merry boys came out of the West | 220 | |
| Calm was the Evening | 220 | |
| There’s many a blinking Verse &c | 221 | |
| The Blacksmith[: Of all the Trades] | 225 | |
| Come my dainty doxes | 230 | |
| Come Imp Royal &c. | 231 | |
| The Wisemen [were but seven] | 232 | |
| How poor is his spirit, &c | 232 | |
| [Am] I am mad O noble Festus | 234 | |
| I dote I dote but am a fool &c. | 237 | |
| Ladies I do here present | 240 | |
| The Combate of Cocks[: Go you tame Gallants] | 242 | |
| Come let’s frolick fill some Sack | 246 | |
| What is that you call a Maidenhead | 249 | |
| When Phœbus addrest &c. | 250 | |
| A Brewer may be a Burgess grave | 252 | |
| Oliver Oliver [take up thy crown] | 254 | |
| When I do travell in the night. | 255 | |
| Sir Eglamore [that valiant Knight] | 257 | |
| If none be offended &c | 259 | |
| Come drawer and fill us &c | 263 | |
| The Bulls feather[: It chanced not long ago] | 264 | |
| You talk of new England | 266 | |
| Come drawer turn about the Bowle | 268 | |
| Pray why should any man complain | 270 | |
| What an ass is he | 273 | |
| My masters give audience | 275 | |
| The Aphorismes of Galen | 277 | |
| Now I am merrier [i.e. married] Sir John | 280 | |
| I have reason to fly thee | 281 | |
| I have the fairest Non-perel | 283 | |
| Are you grown so melancholly | 286 | |
| Sublimest discretions have climb’d &c | 288 | |
| A pox on the Jaylor | 289 | |
| My lodging is on the cold ground | 290 | |
| From the fair Lavinian shore | 291 | |
| Fetch me Ben Johnsons scull &c. | 293 | |
| Now that the spring &c. | 296 | |
| Of all the sports in the world | 296 | |
| The wily wily Fox | 300 | |
| She lay all naked &c | 300 | |
| Some wives are good &c | 301 | |
| Call George again | 304 | |
| Pox take your Mistris | 304 | |
| The Answer[: I pray thee, Drunkard,] | 306 | |
| She that will eat her breakfast | 308 | |
| St. George for England [: Why should we, &c.] | 309 | |
| Arthur of Bradley [Saw you not Pierce] | 312 | |
| On the Oxford Jeasts [: I tell thee, Kit,] | 317 | |
| There were three Cooks in Colebrook | 318 | |
| The Blacksmith [: Of all the Sciences] | 319 | |
| When Ise came first to London Town | 323 | |
| The merry good fellow [: Why should we not laugh] | 326 | |
| The Rebels Reign [: Now we are met] | 326 | |
| Have you observ’d the wench in the street | 332 | |
| A new Medley [: Let the trumpet sound] | 333 | |
| Shew a Room shew a Room &c. | 339 | |
| Why should a man care or be in despair | ibid | |
| He that a happy life would lead | 339 | |
| What fortune had I, poor maid that I am | 341 | |
| He that intends to take a wife | 342 | |
| If any so wise is, that Sack he despises | 347 | |
| A mock Song [: When I a Lady, &c.] | 348 | |
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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