The Bull's Feather;  
BEING The Good-fellows Song, usually sung at their Merry-Meeting in Bull's Feather-Hall, who sent this Song to their Brethren, (of what degree or quality) in praise of the Bull's Feather. And to all merry Cuckolds who think it no scorn, To wear the Bull's Feather, though made of a Horn.  
To a very pleasant new Tune: Or: The Bulls Feathers  
 
 

ay I chanced not long ago,  
as I was walking,  
An Echo did bring me, where  
two were a talking:  
'Twas a Man said to his Wife,  
die had I rather,  
Then to be Cornuted, and  
wear the Bull's Feather.   

Then presently she replied,  
sweet, art thou jealous?  
Thou canst not play Vulcan,  
before thou play Venus:  
Thy Fancies are foolish, such  
fogies to gather,  
For there's many an honest man,  
wears the Bull's Feather.   

Though it be invisible,  
let no man it scorn,  
Being it is a New Feather,  
made of an old Horn:  
He that disdains it, in  
mind or in heart either,  
May be the more subject  
to wear the Bull's Feather.   

He that lives discontented,  
or in despair,  
And feareth false measure,  
because his Wife's fair:  
His thoughts are inconstant,  
much like Winter weather,  
Though one or two want it,  
he shall have a Feather.   
 
 

Bull's Feathers are common,  
as Ergo i'th' Schools,  
And only Contemned by  
those that are fools:  
Why should a Bull's Feather  
cause any unrest,  
Since Neighbours fair always,  
is counted the best:  
Those Women who are fairest,  
are likest to give it,  
And Husbands that have them,  
are apt to believe it:  
Some men though their Wives  
they seem for to tender,  
They would play the kind neighbours  
& give the Bull's feather.   

Why should we repine,  
that our Wives are so kind,  
Since we that are Husbands,  
are of the same mind?  
Shall we give them Feathers,  
and think to go free,  
Believe it believe it,  
that hardly will be.  
For he that disdains my  
Bull's Feather to day,  
May light of a Lass that,  
will play him foul play:  
There's ne'er a proud Gallant,  
that treads on Cow's leather,  
But may be Cornuted, and  
wear the Bull's Feather.   

The shortest, the tallest,  
the foulest, the fairest,  
The fattest, the leanest,  
the commonest the rarest:  
When they and their Dicks,  
are all merry together,  
Will be using tricks,  
to advance the Bull's feather.   

A King and a Cobbler,  
a Lord and a Loon,  
A Prince and a Pedlar,  
a Courtier and a Clown:  
Put all their Degrees, and  
conditions together,  
Are liable always to  
wear the Bull's feather.   

Though Beer of that Brewing,  
I never did drink,  
Yet be not displeased, if I  
speak what I think:  
Scarce ten in an hundred,  
believe it, believe it,  
But either they will have it,  
or else they will give it.  
Then let me advise  
all those that do pine,  
For fear that false jealousy  
shorten their Line:  
That disease will torment them,  
worse than any Fever,  
Then let all be contented, and  
wear the Bull's feather.    

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.