The Wanton Wife of Castle-Gate: Or, The Boatmans' Delight.  
To its own proper New Tune.  
 
 

FArewel both Hawk and Hound,  
farewel both Shaft and Bow:  
Farewell all merry pastimes  
and pleasures on a row:  
Farewell my best Beloved  
in whom I put my trust  
For it's neither grief nor sorrow  
shall harbour in my breast.   

When I was in my prime  
and in my youthful days,  
Much mirth and merry pastime  
and pleasure had always,  
But now my mind is charged,  
and altered very sore,  
Because my best beloved  
will fancy me no more.   

I loved her, and I proved her,  
and I called her my dear;  
But alas my beloved  
would not let me come near:  
I often would have kissed her,  
but she always said me nay.  
More as ten times have I blest her  
since that she went away.   

Tinkers they are Drunkards,  
and Masons they are blind,  
And Boat-men they make Cuckolds;  
because they're used kind  
But if you meet a bonny Lass  
with black and rolling eyes,  
You must kiss her and embrace her,  
you may know the reason why.   
 

You must hug her and kiss her  
and strive to make her yield,  
For a faint-hearted Soldier  
did never gain the Field.  
So strive to lay her down there  
and give the thing you know  
And when that she receives it,  
she'll be loath to let you go.   

There lives a Wife in Castle Gate.  
but I'll not declare her name;  
She is both brisk and buxom,  
and fitted for the Game;  
She can knip it she can trip it,  
as she treads along the Plain;  
Till she meet some jolly Boat-man  
that will turn her back again.   

Her Husband is a quiet man,  
and an honest man is he;  
And for to wear the Horns sir  
contented he must be:  
He may wind them at his leisure  
and do the best he can,  
For his Wife will have her pleasure  
with a jolly Boat-man.   

At Pomfret Clock and Tower  
there's Gold and Silver store;  
I have therefore to find her,  
and then brave boys we'll roar.  
we'll drink Sherry and be merry,  
we'll have beer and ale good store,  
And drink to my Lass and thy Lass,  
and all good Lasses more.   

My love she is a fair one,  
and a bonny one is she:  
Most dearly do I love her,  
her name is maly.  
Her Cheeks are like the Roses,  
that blossoms fresh in June,  
O she's like some new-strung Instrument  
that's newly put in tune.   

O my maly, my honey,  
O can thou fancy me,  
Then let us to bed haste,  
where we will merry be.  
For good Gold and Silver  
for thee I'll take care  
And for a large pairs of Horns  
for thy Husband to wear.   

You young men and Bachelors  
that hears this pretty jest  
Be not of the Opinion  
this couple did profess,  
But be kind to your wives,  
and your sweetheart's always:  
And God will protect you▪  
by night and by day.    

Printed for Alex. Milbourn, W. Only, T. Thackeray at the Angel in Duck-lane