A New SONG: OR, The Old Woman's Wish.  
To the Tune of the Old Man's Wish.  

. I  
SInce Beauty now fails  
And I find I decay,  
Let this be my Wish;  
In a Chimney not gay,  
May I have a warm corner  
And a Bench that's complete  
And a cleanly young Wench  
To sweep the Hearth neat.  
May I govern the Young  
By my wholesome advice;  
And as older, grow nearer  
To be Styled prophetess;  
Without pride, yet my name  
Than the sibils not less   

II.  
In a Garden that's furnished  
With herbs for the Still,  
And a bed of choice Salads,  
Which I weed at my will;  
With a spacious Mead,  
And a delicate Cow  
And an Arbour to set  
And hear Colly to low.  
May I govern the Young etc.   

III.  
With a boiled Chick on Sunday,  
And a Dumpling that's soft,  
And a full teeming Jug,  
With a motto that Oft  
May have puzzled the learnt,  
By the Old Sages writ;  
Which in Letters of blue,  
Is stained round about it.  
May I govern the Young etc.   

IV.  
With a Book of Feat tales,  
And pleasant Old Story's  
And riddles by Saxons made  
Long lived before us:  
With a dish of Minced Meat,  
Or Pigs Pettitoes;  
No gristles nor Brawn,  
To give dangerous blows.  
May I govern the Young etc.   

V.  
With a Conscience untainted,  
May I pass my last day,  
And when I am gone,  
May the good Women say  
In the Morning at matins,  
In the Even at her Ale,  
She's gone, and he's happy  
Can tell out her tale:  
For she governed the Young  
By her wholesome advice;  
And as older grew nearer,  
To be styled prophetess;  
Without pride, yet her name  
Then the Sibyls not less.   By S P.  

LONDON, Printed by G. Croom, over against Baynard's Castle in Thames-street. 1684.