The GOLDEN ●ARLAND 〈◊〉 most Delightful Mirth and Merriment.  
… ining Variety of Excellent New SONGS.   woodcut of man and woman in foreground, Cupid drawing an arrow in background 
This may be Printed, R. ●  
●rinted for J. Blare, on London-Bridge.   

THE ●olden Garland, OF ●irth and Merriment: forth and furnished with Variety of excellent New SONGS.  
The two Loyal Lovers, William and So ….  
The Barber bitten by a wanton Miss of the ●own.  
The fearful Combat between the Barber, 〈◊〉 his Wife, after they came home together.  
〈◊〉 Excellent new Song, called true Lovers ●●rfect Loyalty, betwixt kind Coridon and 〈◊〉 Phillis.  
The Welsh-mans' Fantastical Humours; Or 〈◊〉- Shinkin's Fegaries.  
●he Duel betwixt Anthony and his Wife, together with his Noble Conquest.  
The dear and tender parting of William and … ty: Being the Seaman's Faithful Pro●ise of being true and Loyal.  
〈◊〉 very pleasant and delightful both for City and Country.  
… ed for I. Blare, at the Looking-Glass on London-Bridge.   

THE Golden Garland Of Mirth and Pastime, etc.  

●●e Two Loyal Lovers, William and Susan.  
Tune of, My Life and my Death.  

WEll met my sweet SUSAN, whom I do adore,  
〈◊〉 ●ave not beheld thee this Twelvemonth and more,  
●●ther expected to see thee again,  
〈◊〉 how can you flight me with scorn and disdain?  
●ove wast thou but loyal, I happy should be,  
〈◊〉 every moment my thoughts is on thee.   

My Love is entire to Susan my dear,  
But who would have thought to have met wit● thee her  
Sure Fortune afforded a fovour in this,  
To send thee my jewel, let every kiss  
Create a desire, more happy to be  
For every moment my thoughts is on thee   

In thee my sweet Creature I place my d●lig●●  
For thou art adorned with beauty so bright,  
That none can excel thee, since thou art so fa●●  
Be kind and not cruel, for woeful despair,  
May ruin thy lover, whose sorrow you see  
For every moment, etc.   

There's many a Damsel would fain be m● Bri●●  
Young Nelly and Nancy and Sarah beside,  
Nay Prudence and Dolly, beside honest Joan,  
All these I must tell ye, for me make their mo●●  
But I am thy Captive, and cannot be free,  
since every moment, etc.   

I pray you be quiet sweet William, she said,  
I am not a weary of living a Maid;  
For housekeeping's Chargeable, Rend it is dear,  
I do not intent to be Married this Year.  
Take this for an answer, and keep yourself free  
And let not your fancy be fixed on me.   

For should we be married, we soon may enlarge  
Our grief with our sorrows, our trouble and charge,  
Besides I must tell you, 'tis not for a day,  
A Month, nor a Year, but for ever and aye;  
Therefore be advised, and keep yourself free,  
And let not your fancy be fixed on me.   

Let none of those jealousies trouble my dear  
For I will provide for thee, Love, do not fear;  
I daily will by my industrious care,  
Provide for my jewel, no labour i'll spare;  
Then prithee be loving, and let us agree,  
For every moment my thoughts are on thee.   

And though, it is true, we may have no great store,  
Yet if we can but keep the Wolf from the door,  
With what I do earn, for i'll carefluly save●  
And doing of this love, what more would w● have?  
But to live in love, and likewise Unity,  
For all my delights are now fixed on thee.   

Now when he had told her his honest intent,  
She could not deny him, but gave her consent  
Their love in abundance they freely revealed,  
Though once she denied him, at length she did yield  
To be his most tender and dear loving spouse,  
With many sweet kisses they sealed their vows.    

The Barber fitted by a Wanton Miss of the Town.  
To the Tune of, The Country Farmer.  

O Did you not hear of a Barber of late,  
When walking abroad how he picked up a mate  
It was I must tell you a Girl of the Game,  
But yet I declare it, I know not her name  
As ●he was a ranging along in the street,  
●●●h this jolly Barber she chanced to meet,  
〈◊〉 freely did proffer to give her a treat,  
〈◊〉 now you shall hear how he met with a cheat  
●●●y to the Tavern they went in all haste,  
〈◊〉 ●●ass of good Wine he resolved to taste,  
〈◊〉 Miss was arrayed in her Silks and perfume,  
●●e Drawer he showed them a large upper room  
〈◊〉 Barber he then with a noble grace,  
●●●an then to call for Canary a pace,  
●●●ewise his kind Miss he began to embace,  
●●t yet he was soon in a sorrowful case.  
●●e Barber resolving to show himself great  
called up the Drawer to bring up some Plate,  
Tankard was brought, and they filled it with Wine,  
●●en, than they went on in their jovial design:  
〈◊〉 this was a Liquor which he did adore,  
●●e Barber began for to rant and to roar,  
〈◊〉 Miss she did ply him with brimmers good store,  
〈◊〉 when all was out she still called for more.  
〈◊〉 Wine was so strong it got into his head,  
●●fore it was night he must needs go to bed,  
With his precious ●ewel, the joy of his lif●  
He freely declared they were husband and W●●  
Therefore to his Lodging he posted away,  
Which was the next Chamber most gallant ga●●  
To sleep with his Miss till the Morning broad d●●  
But she had another fine project to play.   

The Barber no sooner was laid in his bed,  
But all his whose senses was perfectly fled  
Now, now is the time, to replenish my sto●  
While he is a sleeping as fast as a Rock;  
Then out of the bed she straightways aro●●  
Resolving to take all the best of his Cloath●  
His Money, the Tankard, then down stai● she goe●  
And where she is gone now there's no body know●   

Next Morning he finding himself all alone,  
He sighed and lamenting made pitiful moa●●  
He found he had lost all the best of his suit,  
His Money and likewise the Tankard to boot●  
The Shaver was then in a pitiful fear.  
For now he was rifled it well did appear.  
He knew not what course in the World he should steer,  
For sorrow must certainly bring up the rear.   

●he never before was so served in his life,  
Alas, he was forced to send for his Wife,  
To bring him some money to pay for the loss  
And thus the poor Barber he met with a cross  
The barber was noble, both gallant & great,  
But now he hath paid for his Drinking in plate;  
Let all other Shavers be warned by his fate  
Lest you should be sorry when it is too late.    

The fearful Combat between the Barber and his Wife, after they came home together.  
To the Tune of, A Jobb for a Journy-man-Shoomaker.  

The Barber coming home at last,  
his Wife did much displease him,  
For after some few hours past,  
she thus began to tease him;  
You with your Girls can come abroad,  
and freely spend your treasure,  
But I poor Soul must lie at home,  
and have no peace or pleasure.   

Then presently I understand,  
there was a fearful Battle,  
She took the Ladle in her hand,  
and made his bones to rattle:  
The Barber knew not what to say,  
he ruin'd was and routed,  
In this most sad and bloody fray,  
about the room he scouted.   

Sometimes she lugged him by the Ears,  
affording him no pity,  
The Barber then with brinish tears,  
and with this doleful dirty,  
O pardon me, and spare my life,  
that it may be amended,  
I never more will wrong my Wife,  
thou shall not be offended.   

But this, alas, would not avail,  
she laid her blows the faster,  
His courage she resolved to quail,  
and soon became his Master.  
You lost your  and Money too,  
and thus she did beslave him,  
●●u Rascal I will make you rue,  
and then a bang she gave him.   

●he with the Ladle broke his head,  
and down the blood did trickle,  
●e looked then as almost dead,  
in this most fearful pickle:  
Then falling down upon his knees,  
said he, my dearest jewel,  
I never more will thee displease,  
sweet Wife be not so cruel.   

〈◊〉 I can but thy favour gain,  
my dear I will adore thee,  
●ad company I will refrain,  
and there is none before thee,  
Shall ever be by me preferred,  
then prithee don't deny me;  
For thee alone I have regard,  
my dearest do but try me.   

Well, if I pardon you, said she,  
and end this cruel quarrel,  
Than you shall buy and give to me  
a Suit of new Apparel:  
The Barber then with Hat in hand;  
unto his Wife stood criuging,  
And yielding to her full demand,  
to buy hoods Lace, and Fringing.   

Pray was she not a loving Wife,  
of tender pure affection,  
Who caused him to mend his life,  
by giving him correction?  
Now she has brought him to her bow,  
to him a place is given,  
And in the Hen-pecked Frigate go,  
to sail to Cucolds-Haven.    

An excellent new Song, called, True Lovers perfect Loyalty, betwixt kind Corydon and Fair Phillis.  
Tune of, O Mother Roger, etc.  

AS I was near a Bower walking,  
in a morning fresh and gay,  
There I heard two Lovers talking,  
and the youngman thus did say,  
Love those glances from thine eyes,  
All my senses does surprise,  
●refore if thou shouldu devise,  
●●me to tyrannize,  
●y heart will then be wounded sure,  
●is thou alone can kill or cure.   

〈◊〉 beheld a fairer creature,  
the Shaves than thou I'll vow;  
〈◊〉 the Honey is not sweeter  
●n those kisses you allow;  
〈◊〉 sweet and pleasant smile,  
●y sorrows does beguile;  
when thou dost send a frown,  
〈◊〉 does clearly cast me down,  
●y heart will then be wounded sure,  
'tis thou, etc.   

〈◊〉 up this fair and pleasant River,  
〈◊〉 our little Lambs will feed;  
●●kewise we will endeavour  
〈◊〉 true love still to proceed;  
〈◊〉 true and loyal Swa●n,  
〈◊〉 attend the Flowery Plain,  
〈◊〉 thy servant will remain,  
●t requite me with disdain,  
●●t why my love is chaste and pure,  
'tis thou alone can kill or cure.   

I oftentimes in Dreams behold thee,  
with a thousand pleasant Charms,  
Ah! and likewise do enfold thee,  
in the Circuits of my Arms:  
But when waking from this dream,  
In a far and worse extreme,  
I am wounded when I see  
My unhappy Destiny,  
For why my love is chaste and pure,  
'Tis thou alone must kill or cure.   

Why then said he my dearest jewel,  
listen here to what I say,  
I can never be so cruel,  
thus to cast my Life away:  
We will not disputing stand,  
Here I give thee Heart and Hand,  
No, nor make the least delay,  
But appoint a Wedding day:  
To thee my love is linked fast,  
Now as long as life does last.   

No sooner had his Love consented  
to the Bands of Loyalty,  
But he was himself contented,  
both rejoiced exceedingly:  
Farewell all those clouds of grief,  
He at length had found relief:  
●hat fair Nymph that gave the wound,  
How at length his joys has Crowned;  
For now her heart is linked fast,  
To love as long as life shall last.    

The Welsh-man's Fantastical Humours; Or, Ap Shinkins Fegaries.  
To the Tune of, The thundering Cannons rour.  

THere was her Welshman came to Town,  
A Paper-sculled Tansle Crown,  
●●me of his Humours i'll set down,  
and this the first Relation;  
●●e jack-a-dandy he will jit,  
〈◊〉 goes his Hat, out fli●s his Wit,  
do declare, he is not fit  
for common Scociation.   

〈◊〉 you'll believe her idle Tales,  
〈◊〉 is a Gentleman of Wales,  
〈◊〉 since her means and substante fa●●●,  
●●ur is become a Railer,  
Have you not heard the Lion's roar,  
Or else the Bears on Southwark Shore,  
Raise her Welsh blood, her will do more,  
an inch her will not fall her.   

Though her is now to ruin run,  
By spending all, and thus undone,  
Yet her was Shone ap Morgan's Son,  
'tis known her had no other;  
I pray you now attend and see,  
Hur Fathers worthy Pedigree,  
Was of an ancient Family,  
ap-Shinkin was her Brother.   

And for her ancient worthy fame,  
Young Shinkin now bears up the N●●●,  
And likewise her to London came,  
which proved her utter ruin;  
By living here at such a rare,  
Like to a Gentleman so great,  
Hur wasted all her whole Estate,  
this proved her undoing.   

O now poor Shinkin's held in scorn,  
Although her was so Nobly born,  
Hur now alas! is quite forlorn,  
her cannot Rant nor Riot:   

For since her has consumed her Coal,  
●r cannot feed on Pig nor Fowl,  
●r yet of Robin-Run-i'th'-hole,  
her must have meaner diet.   

●hen Shinkin all along did look  
〈◊〉 find her out a Boiling Cook,  
●●t see how Shinkin was mistake,  
he did suppose a Barber  
〈◊〉 be a Boyling-Cook, I trow,  
●●cause upon his Pole you know,  
〈◊〉 Dishes they hang in a Row,  
●ur strait went in for harbour.   

●●r hope there was good diet here  
〈◊〉 as the truth does well appear,  
●●e Barber did prepare his Chair,  
likewise his Balls and Bason:  
●o Shinkin being in the place  
●e Barber in a little space  
●an to rub and wash his face  
●●d then with-speed did hasten   

〈◊〉 trim her than he did prepare  
〈◊〉 Welshman he began to stare  
first to speak he did not care  
●●r cleanliness did win her:  
But when her see the Razor brought,  
Hur then began to change her note,  
Cots-plut, what will her cut her throat,  
before her eat her Dinner?   

Hur Welshman than began to roar  
And strait way getting out of door,  
Hur never will come there no more  
although her should be starved.  
The Barber laughed then outright  
As truly very well he might,  
To see the Welshman in a fright  
her will not be so served.    

The Duel betwixt Anthony and his Scolding Wife; together with his noble Conquest.  
To the tune of The two English travellers  

Was ever poor Man so perplexed with a trust,  
as I bonny Anthony, since I was wed?  
She never will let me have my belly full,  
for e'er I have supped, I must hasten to bed.   

〈◊〉 else she'll begin for to scold and to brawl,  
〈◊〉 calling me Wittol, nay Cuckold and all;  
〈◊〉 she with her Cronies must troll it about,  
whilst I in my Kennel must there snore it our.   

●ence did but go for to drink with a friend,  
but she in a trice than did fetch me away,  
〈◊〉 Twopences a piece, and no more did spend,  
and yet it did prove a most terrible fray.   

●●e flew in my face and called me Fool.  
●hen Combed my Head with a Three-legged Stool;  
●nd furnished my Face with so many Scratches,  
●hat for a whole Month it was covered with Patches.   

●●t every Penny I got in the day,  
to keep her at quiet, I give her at night,  
Or else she will licence her Tongue then to play,  
for two or three hours far worse than a spirit.   

●hen unto the Cupboard Peel-garlick must hie,  
●o seek for the Crusts that are mouldy and dry:  
●hen steep them in skim-milk until they are wet,  
〈◊〉 commonly this is the Supper I get.   

Nay once in a quarter, for mere fashion sake,  
she'll then give me leave for to lie in her bed,  
But I must be sure for to lie broad awake,  
lest she in her humours knock me on the head.   

But as for the Bed which I lie on myself,  
It is full as soft as an old Oaken Shelf;  
The Ticks she did make it of corpse hempen hurds,  
And yet for all that I must give her good words.   

We usually pissed in a Pan every night,  
the Cullender happened to stand in the place,  
She put me into a most pitiful plight.  
It run all about both my stomach and face.   

I told her sweet Wife, you do Urine beside,  
She called me Corcomb, and told me I lied;  
How can it run over before it is come  
So near to the top as the length of my Thumb?   

A Cudgel of Holly I then did prepare,  
then lawful correction to her I did give,  
O then she cried out, I prithee forbear,  
I ne'er will my Husband offend while I live.   

I made her forsake all her Gosspping Crew,  
and thus I have handsomely turned the chase  
〈◊〉 now it is husband, pray how dost thou do,  
but before it was Cuckold and Rogue to my face,  
●●d thus I must tell you I conquered a Shrew,  
●●d made her to buckle and bend to my bow,  
●●e formerly lived at much variance and strife,  
●●t now we enjoy a more peaceable life.    

●he dear and tender parting of William and Betty: Being the Seaman's faithful promise of being true and Loyal.  
To the Tune of, The Country Farmer.  

MY pretty sweet Betty, lo here is my hand,  
I now am for sailing and leaving the Land;  
●●t prithee my dearest take this not amiss,  
●●nt let me enjoy of thee one loving kiss:  
〈◊〉 purest affection I mean to maintain,  
〈◊〉 when I return from the blustering Main,  
●hen thou shalt receive all the profit and gain,  
〈◊〉 pretty sweet creature, then cease to complain.   

●his tidings is grievous, alas to my ear,  
〈◊〉 shall I be able to part with my dear,  
●hole vollies of sighs from my heart I shall send,  
〈◊〉 think of those perils that daily attend,  
〈◊〉 Love when thou art many leagues from the shore  
In storms and in tempests, when Billows do●●  
My fear will be that I shall ne'er see thee more,  
Sweet William whom I do so dearly adore.  
Let none of those jealousies trouble thy mind,  
I fear not but Fortune to me will prove kind,  
For why, I have used the Seas from my Youth  
Therefore by experience, I know of a truth,  
If Heaven is pleased our Vessel to steer,  
Though Billows be roaring, yet there is no fe●●  
We have as much safety as those that are here,  
Therefore my sweet jewel be thou of good cheer▪  
Though we are divided, I always will prove,  
Both faithful and loyal, and true to my love:  
Though to foreign Nations abroad I must ro●●  
Yet many fine presents to thee i'll bring home.  
I to the East-Indies a Voyage must take,  
Then here is my Ring, I would have you to ta●●  
And also to keep it love, safe for my sake,  
In token I never my promise will break.  
And now my dear love I must bid thee adieu,  
Our Captain and Bouson, and all the Ship●  
Are ready for sailing, and I must away,  
With thee I dare trespass no longer to stay:  
Well, if thou art going, the Damsel replied,  
The Heavens protect thee and still be thy g●●●  
And guard thee my jewel, from dangerous 〈◊〉  
And bring thee in safety home into my Arms.    
FINIS.