Match me this wedding.  
OR, 
A health that was drunk in cider and perry.  
And good strong beer to, which did make the lads merry.   

To a new Court tune.  

OF late there was a wedding,  
kept in fair Gloster town,  
Where lads to drink their Lasses healsh,  
did bravely sit them down,  
And first bespoke the bridegroom,  
here's a health unto my Bride,  
And to all the sweethearts every one,  
young men you have befide.   

Then first spoke kind Toby,  
a Welshman I protest,  
Here's unto young Guintlin,  
a lass that I love best,  
There's not her like for beauty,  
search all your English shires,  
And be that dares deny it,  
we'll have him by the ears.   

With that bespoke young Samuel,  
pretty Bessee is my dear,  
For true love and for constancy,  
none can my love come near,  
And therefore kind Toby,  
if thou'lt maintain thy word,  
Bear witness all that hears me speak,  
I'll make thee eat my sword.   

With that bespoke honest John,  
my Nan's of beauty free,  
Though not so fair as others are,  
yet that ne'er troubles me,  
Her love was ever constant,  
and so shall mine be still,  
therefore my nanny's health I'll pledge,  
with none and true good will.   

Then Thomas he took up the cup,  
being the fourth in place,  
My turn is come quoth he to drink,  
a health to my sweet Grace,  
Her friends did ever love me,  
as if I were their own,  
Therefore my constant love to her,  
for ever shall be shown.   

Then William took the cup in hand,  
and thus began to say,  
Fair Bridget I have wooed oft,  
but still she says me nay.  
Her friends were ever willing  
that married we should be,  
Therefore my Bridgets health I'll drink  
in hope she will love me.   

With that spoke bold Joseph,  
if a man had house and land,  
A Woman to consume it,  
would help him out of hand,  
And for to get a sweetheart,  
I never took no care:  
Therefore brave gallants of your healths  
I mean to drink no share.   

With that spoke trusty Roger,  
this man's not of my mind,  
For I have sweetheart three or four.  
of nature good and kind,  
But yet my péerelasse Peggy is  
a Diamond in my eye,  
Therefore my Peggy's health I'll drink,  
and love her till I die.    

The second part To the same tune.  

THen Philip took the cup in hand,  
quoth he as others do,  
With all my heart this health I'll drink,  
Unto my own sweet Sue.  
For beauty and for constancy,  
I know she has a share,  
But for her housewifery,  
my Susan shall with best compare.   

Then Francis took the cup in hand,  
and said, friends do you bear,  
This health is to fair Maudlin,  
a lass that I love near,  
Not London, nor fair Bristol,  
nor York that merry town,  
For true love and for constancy,  
can put my Maudlin down.   

Then Henry took the cup in hand,  
and then these words be said,  
Here's a health unto my Mary,  
but truth is she's no maid,  
She is a widow gallants,  
that hath both house and land,  
Bestoes a handsome woman too,  
I'll have you understand.   

Then Charles took up the cup,  
and said these words most bold,  
Here's a health unto my Rachel.  
which must not be controlled,  
Though Morgan said Rachel was his,  
and challenged me the field,  
Proud Morgan knows I bravely there  
made him his sword up yield.   

Then Laurence he took up the cup,  
quoth he to make an end,  
Here's a health unto fair Isabella,  
my constant loving friend,  
Her friends and mine have talked,  
and thereon are agreed.  
Therefore fair Isabella I intend,  
to marry with all speed.   

When all this strife was ended,  
I took the cup in hand,  
And drink a health unto my friends,  
in order as they stand,  
First to my loving Host is,  
that loves a pot and a toast,  
And to her honest husband,  
Called my red nose Host.   

Next health is to all Tailors,  
where ever they do dwell,  
That never boiled their cabbage,  
within a pit called hell.  
A health unto the Baker,  
that never was misled,  
Nor yet put in the pillory,  
for sizing of his bread.   

A health unto the Widow,  
that ne'er did brawl nor scold,  
That hath a fair young daughter,  
of ninety nine years old.  
A health to all good huswives,  
that ne'er did swear nor curse,  
Nor never did pick money,  
out of their husband's purse.   

And thus they broke up company,  
all friends for aught I know,  
And every one most willingly,  
Unto their home did go.  
Had not young Samuel at first,  
all ●id the Welch-man's heat,  
He would have sworn them cowards all,  
and said he did them beat.    
I. S.  
FINIS.   

Printed at London for Tho: Lambert, at the sign of the horse-shoo in Smithfield.