The Ingenious Braggadocia; Who thinks to Oblige by Boasting of his Large Possessions, yet was very Unwilling to lose much time in Wooing; but being Married, was in a Weeks time acquainted with an aching Forehead.  
To the Tune of, Cook Laurel.  

 
I Have a Mare her Colour is White,  
Sweet if thou love me tell me now;  
To Ride on her Belly I take Delight,  
And I cannot come every day to Woo.  
With hay my Nanny, with ho my Nanny,  
with hay my Nanny, my Nanny, Nanny;  
The more I do look, the more I love thee,  
thou art kinder than ever thou used to be.   

I have a Key but it wants a Lock,  
Sweet if thou love me tell me now;  
I have that will please wert under thy Smock,  
And I cannot come every day to Woo:  
With hay my Nanny etc.,  
I would not Wed when I was Young,  
Sweet if thou love me tell me now;  
But now I am Old I want a good thing,  
And I cannot come every day to Woo.  
With hay my Nanny etc.,   

I have a House, and I have a Yard,  
Sweet if thou love me tell me now;  
But by the right owner I'm from it debarred,  
And I cannot come every day to Woo:  
With hay my Nanny, with ho my Nanny,  
with hay my Nanny, my Nanny, Nanny;  
The more I do look, the more I love thee,  
thou art kinder than ever thou used to be.   

I have a Pot that wants a Ladle,  
I Sweet if thou love, etc.  
Come furnish me then if that thou art able,  
And I cannot come every day to Woo:  
With hay my Nanny etc.,   

We'll leave off these Cups and fill up our Glasses,  
Sweet if thou love me tell me now,  
We'll leave off old widows, and court young lasses  
And I cannot come every day to Woo:  
With hay my Nanny etc.,   

It is not a week since I took me a Bride,  
Sweet if thou love me, etc.  
But I fear there's a Cuckold that lies by her side,  
And I cannot come every day to Woo:  
With hay my Nanny etc.,   

Once I had Silver, and once I had Gold,  
Sweet if thou love, etc.  
And once I had Land, but I could not it hold,  
And I cannot come every day to Woo:  
With hay my Nanny &c,   

And now I have spent and wasted my store,  
Sweet if thou love me tell me now;  
I have Horns on my head which I ne'er had before,  
And I cannot come every day to Woo:  
With hay my Nanny etc.,   

And to be a Cuckold if it be my Lot,  
Sweet if thou love me tell me now;  
It is an old Trade that will ne'er be forgot,  
And I cannot come every day to Woo:  
With hay my Nanny etc.,   

In the City and Country some brethren I have,  
Sweet if thou love me tell me now;  
whose wives do maintain them both gallant & brave,  
And I cannot come every day to Woo:  
With hay my Nanny, with ho my Nanny,  
with hay my Nanny, my Nanny, Nanny;  
The more I do look the more I love thee,  
thou art kinder than ever thou used to be.    

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, & T. Passenger.