Tom and Rogers Contract: Or what Devon-farmers' use to act.  
Two Farmers lately met in Devon-shire,  
And so by chance they drank a pot of Beer;  
And since it was within the Month of May,  
I will declare to you what they did say.  
Tune of, hay boys up go we.  By Tobias Bowne. 
 
 

AS Tom met Roger upon the Road  
said he How dost thou do?  
I am pretty well, and walking abroad,  
I hope the same by you.  
Pray have you took your morning's drink,  
if not come go with me,  
Here is good Ale just by I think,  
come let us go and see.   

Come, come Roger let us go,  
we'll drink one pot or two,  
I, said tom, i'd have it so,  
i've something to say to you;  
But first we'll drink a Flagon of Beer,  
and thou shalt know my mind;  
My son shall have thy daughter dear,  
and then we two'l be Kind.   

Said Roger, what will you give your son,  
and he shall have my daughter?  
I have two pots, he shall have one,  
beside what may come after;  
He shall have to 't a thumping Ladle  
that is both fresh and new,  
And more, he shall have our old Cradle,  
I think my Wife hath a do.   

Beside my Son can hold the Plough,  
and other things I can name;  
He's able to go and milk the Cow,  
and if his Wife be lame:  
I think they two may live as brave  
as did their Mother or Father;  
Come tell me what your daughter shall have,  
we'll marry them up together.   
 

Why then said Roger my daughter shall have,  
a portion as good as thy son,  
I never yet was counted a Knave  
but always an honest man:  
I have a good old Kettle at home  
my Grandam did give to me;  
A whitepot bag, and a two penny broom,  
my Daughter shall have them all three.   

Besides i'll give her a lumping Calf,  
that came of our brown Cow,  
That's more than thee giv'st thy son by half,  
old tom, I speak it to thou:  
My daughter is so well brought up,  
she can both spin and zow,  
She hath of her own a drinking Cup;  
that's more than thou dost know.   

When shall we marry them together  
old Roger, then said tom?  
I'll tell my zon that thou art his Father,  
as soon as I come home.  
And that thy daughter must be his wife,  
and he must have no other;  
Next time they meet i'll lay my life,  
they'll jumble it up together.   

When young tom met with his sweetheart,  
old Roger's daughter Joan;  
Said he, we'll drink before we part,  
and with thee i'll go home;  
We'll take a down thy father's dish,  
and box about the whey,  
So there we will both hug and kiss,  
we care not what folk say.   

Then tom he took Joan by the hand,  
as lovers use to do;  
Said he, sweetheart come pin my band,  
for 't doth belong to you.  
Sweetheart i'll do it if I can,  
for I do love thee dear;  
Methinks you be the handsomest man  
that is in Devon-shire.   

But if you had but seen them both  
when they tripped o'er the Green,  
A pretty couple of one growth,  
and both did look a squeen.  
I stood and looked them upon  
till they were out of sight;  
If you had seen how their Buttocks had gone▪  
'twould a made you laugh Outright.    

Printed for P. Brooksby in Py-corner.