Joy and sorrow mixed together: 
Or, a pleasant new Ditty, wherein you may find  
Conceits that are pretty to pleasure your mind.   
To the tune of, Such a Rogue would be hanged.  

 

Hung sorrow, let's cast away care,  
for now I do mean to be merry;  
Wée'll drink some good Ale and strong Beer,  
with Sugar, and Claret, and Sherry.  
Now I'll have a Wife of mine own,  
I shall have no need for to borrow:  
I would have it for to be known,  
that I shall be married to morrow.  

Here's a health to my Bride that shall be,  
come pledge it you boon merry blades:  
The day I much long for to see,  
we will be as merry as the Maids.    

I long have sought out for a Wife,  
before that I any could see:  
But now for to end all the strife,  
I have found one that pleaseth me.  
She is a brave gallant indeed,  
beside she is loving and kind:  
Good luck had I so well to speed,  
she is according to my mind.  

Here's a health to my Bride that shall be,  
come pledge it you boon merry blades:  
To morrow's the day you shall see,  
we will be as merry, etc.    

Dame Nature hath showed her Art  
in framing my Love so complete,  
she's handsomely made in each part,  
her like is not in my conceit:  
Her hair it doth glitter like gold,  
her eyes like to Stars do appear:  
she's beauteous for to behold,  
yet she is my joy and my deer.  

Here's a health to my Bride that shall be,  
come pledge it, etc.    

There's many a one will admire,  
how I should obtain such a Lass:  
But now she's mine, gold shall not buy her,  
for ever I will her embrace:  
Besides she's a friend that will give  
ten pound to me when I am married,  
This will maintain us while we live,  
and if things be orderly carried.  

Here's a health, etc.    

This man is a friend to my Lass,  
I doubt not but so hée'l remain:  
He tells me what ere come to pass,  
my labour shall not be in vain,  
If he his own promise do keep,  
'tis likely with me to go well:  
This makes me both waking and sleep  
to think of my bonny sweet Nell.  

Here's a health, etc.    

Now is the sad night overpast,  
and day cheerfully doth appear,  
To Church with my Nell I'll make haste,  
to void all suspicion and fear:  
All you that will now go along,  
I pray you not to use delay;  
Delay oftentimes causeth wrong,  
I'm joyful of this happy day.  

Now here's a health to my Bride,  
come pledge it you boon merry blades,  
And to all married couples beside,  
we'll now be as merry as the Maids.    

Now wedding and all being done  
and finished as he did desire,  
The Company homewards were gone,  
the Bride a bed, and he lay by her:  
Some speeches there past them between,  
which made him his bargain repent,  
The next morning as it doth seem,  
the Bridegroom began to relent,  

He'll now drink no more to his Bride,  
nor yet to no boon merry blades;  
Now he lays his joys all aside,  
he is not so merry as the Maids.     


The second part now makes the young man complain,  
He wisheth with heart, he were unwedded again.   
To the same tune.  
 

YOu young men I'm married too soon,  
my Wife she is not what she seemed,  
Alas I am now quite undone,  
now sorrow comes which I never deemed:  
In Wiveing I have made too much haste,  
I would the fast knot were untied,  
If my wedding day were not past,  
I would not be tied to my Bride.  

I'm wedded to sorrow and pain,  
now farewell all my merry blades;  
Would I were unmarried again,  
I would be as merry as the Maids.    

My Wife's not what I thought she was,  
the more is my grief and my care;  
She proves to me but a cracked glass,  
alas I am catcht in a snare:  
She was promised me to be sound,  
but now I find 'tis nothing so,  
Would I were rid of her ten pound,  
so that I were rid of her too.  

I'm wedded to sorrow, etc.    

The man that did give me the money,  
I doubt that he had the best share,  
It seems he did love my sweet honey,  
and still doth so I greatly fear:  
But now here is the worst of all,  
my Wife she proves to be with Barn,  
The Child it will me Father call,  
although me it nothing concern.  

I'm wedded, etc.    

My Wife was with Child long before  
that I married her, I do find,  
'Tis folly to say any more,  
and yet it doth trouble my mind:  
If I ask her in loving sort,  
to whom she her Maidenhead did give,  
With words she doth cut me off short,  
saying, I shall never know while I live.  

I'm wedded, etc.    

What Man living can brook this wrong,  
to Father another Man's Child?  
Yet I were as good hold my tongue,  
now I find that I am beguiled:  
With patience I must be content,  
'tis many men's Fortune like mine,  
Now I have no way to prevent,  
this I might have foreséen in time.  

I'm wedded to sorrow, etc.    

Before I was wed I ne'er thought  
of any such matter at all,  
I thought a great price I had caught,  
but now my reward is but small:  
'Tis true indeed I have ten pound,  
and a dainty curious fine Wife;  
But had I known what I have found,  
I would have lived a single life.  

I●m wedded, etc.    

Let young men take warning by me,  
for Maidens are dangerous ware,  
I have got a Wife and some money,  
and yet I have bought her too dear:  
For cunningly I am buguild,  
unto all my Neighbours 'tis known,  
Now I must Father a Child,  
although it be none of mine own.  

I'm wedded to sorrow and pain,  
now farewell all my merry blades,  
Would I were unmarried again,  
I would be as merry as the Maids.     
Richard Climsall.  
Finis.   

London, Printed for john Wright the younger dwelling in the Old Bayley.