The new Married Couple OR, A Friendly Debate between the Country FARMER and his Buxom WIFE.  
Being a second Song to the Tune of, The Country Farmer.  
 

DEar Gill I ne'er thought until last night,  
that Cupid had yielded such sweet delight  
But when thy soft arms with mine were twined  
the Ivy the Oak, did not closer bind:  
Thou gav'st me sweet Kisses that might invite,  
in old Shepherds a new delight:  
Young Colin did ne'er with Mirtilla so bright  
enjoy such a sweet, such a pleasing night.   

My Nedde (quoth she) since I have thee here,  
I will be a Port for to please my Dear:  
And in the soft Circuit of thy Pale  
feed either upon the high Hill or Dale;  
Graze on my soft Lypis, if those Hills be dry  
stray down where Fountains lie:  
Thy Do thy fair breeder, will always be nigh,  
to please her young Wanton with Art & Eye.   

Thou shalt be a Banquet to my Taste,  
on which, I will always delight to feast;  
As sweet as young coley the Farmer Cow,  
as sweet as the Hay in his Barn I vow:  
As sweet as young Roses that all admire  
as may Blossoms upon the Briar:  
As sweet as blind midnight, with Maidens desire  
as sweet as Sack-Posset by Sea-Coal fire.   
 

U boars (quoth stout Nedde) I'll forsake my dumps  
and briskly bestir my ol-hob-nail stumps  
The jasses shall foot it, the Lads shall sing  
and Echoes all round with our joys shall ring:  
Doll shall leave Dairy and James Brown-Cow  
and brisk Roger his Cart and Plough,  
To met us young Nancy and William come now  
we shall have rare Dances and jigs enough.   

Though Bachelors may live merry lives  
yet we will not change that have Buxom wives;  
Vpon the soft Pillow of their Breast  
we Lovesick lie warm in Cupid's Nest.  
What though there be Cuckolds we need not fear  
our Wives always will take such care  
A 〈…〉 Although the Brows, bud the Horns shan't wear  
To make us look noble and like the Dear.   

I Gill should within the Curtains chide  
my Antlers, & head in the sheets i'll hide  
And 〈…〉 when my Good Housewifes-Pot boils o'er  
to cool her hot Broth I'll attempt no more.  
It is I confess the depth of skill  
to lead Women by their own Will  
But while her tongue gallops my Tongue shall lie still  
& thus I'll endeavour to please Gill, Gill.   

Dear Neddy (quoth Gill) name not things so soon  
with us 'tis but yet our Honeymoon  
Come let us to please each other strive  
and gather like Bees within our Hive.  
Thou must not be like a dull Idle drone  
nor mind Horns for thou shalt have none:  
But follow, thy Plough by Dobbin and Rouen  
and I to my milking will go with Joan.   

Dear Gill there are many old Complaints  
all Wives that look fair doubt prove all Saints  
For many men's wives are like the Moon  
that altars each morning, each night and noon  
Yet for my own part, I will never fear.  
but try always to please my Dear  
If I can, my Wife will hold almost a year  
this Riddle me Riddle nine months will clear    

Printed for P. Brooksby at th●Golden Ball in Pie Corner