ANCIENT SONGS and BALLADS: Written on Various Subjects, AND Printed between the Years MDLX. and MDCC.  
CHIEF COLLECTED BY ROBERT EARL OF OXFORD, And purchased at the Sale of the late MR. WEST's LIBRARY, in the Year 1773.  
INCREASED BY SEVERAL ADDITIONS.  
IN TWO VOLUMES.  
VOL. II.  

These venerable ancient song-inditers  
Soared many a pitch above our modern writers:  
Our numbers may be more refined than those,  
But what 've gained in verse 've lost in prose.  
Their words no shuffling double meaning knew;  
Their speech was homely, but their hearts were true.   ROWE. 
LONDON, Arranged and Bound in the Year 1774.   


A Merry new Song  
Les Chanteurs de Chansons  
Cantarine & Strada  Mauron delin: 
P Tempest exc:  
Cum privilegio   a man and woman sing ballads in the street  

Printed and Sold by John Ouedan att the White-horse near the fountain tavern without Norgate   a richly dressed boy leans over the shoulder of a poorly dressed boy, who holds a printed sheet   

An ANSWER TO Moggy's Misfortune: OR, The kind and courteous Courtship of Shakum Guy, after the Funeral of his cross and froward Wife; which proved the two Lovers happy Conclusion.  
Tune of Robin Cushe.  Licenced according to Order. 
 a gentleman stands in the countryside, holding a crop  a lady stands in a garden, holding a rose  

MOggy now rejoice and sing,  
Ise present thee with a Ring,  
Nay, and joyful News I bring,  
my Wife is dead and buried:  
Therefore let's be jolly,  
Drive hence Melancholy,  
This Night let us dally,  
next day we'll be married.   

To thy Shakum be not coy,  
Thou'st have got a pretty Toy,  
Which I'd willingly-enjoy,  
and therefore sit down by me:  
In my Arms I'll reaze thee,  
Likewise kiss and squeeze thee,  
Ise am sure 'twill please thee:  
prithee do but try me.   
 a man and woman embrace on a bed  

Ise have muckle Gold in store,  
What canst thou desire more?  
We shall live and ne'er be poor,  
but always blithe and bonny:  
Drink good Sack and Sherry,  
Always brisk and merry,  
Never, never weary,  
of my dearest Honey.   

My Grandsire he is stiff and old,  
Likewise I know his Blood is cold,  
And will e'er long be laid in Mold,  
as being dead and buried:  
Then Ise have his Riches,  
Grey Coat, Leathern Breeches,  
Oh how my Finger's Itches,  
Dearest, to be Married!   

Once I led a weary Life,  
With a cross and froward Wife,  
Which treated Care and Strife,  
with her I was offended:  
Now the Fates betid her,  
No such Scold beside her,  
Now a Grave does hid her,  
and my Plague is ended.   

For she's clearly fled away,  
And has left her Shakum Gay,  
Long I wished to see this day,  
but ne'er before could find it:  
Now since she is buried,  
We will not defer it,  
But with speed be Married,  
and with this Kiss I bind it.   

Shakum Gay she then replied,  
Ice will freely be your Bride,  
And lig closely by your side,  
'tis my will and pleasure:  
Ne'er will Ice forsake 〈◊〉  
But in Wedlock take 〈◊〉  
And resolve to make thee  
Laird of all my Treasure.   

Farewell Rock and farewell Reel,  
Thrice farewel my Spinning-wheel,  
Let them gang unto the Deel,  
Ise freely can refuse them:  
Having time and leisure,  
Likewise Gold and Treasure,  
Here Ise take my pleasure,  
and no● more will use them.    

Printed for P. Brooksby, I. Dearon, I. Blare, I. Back.