The jealous old dotard: or, The discovery of cuckoldry a pleasant new song. Old men beware when you young wenches wed, least lusty gallants do ascend your bed; and horn your palsie-pates, for youthful blood fair Venus's pastime never yet withstood: 'tis fit that all old men shoud cuckolds be, who think young women love a sapless tree. To a pleasant new tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B25227 of text R216067 in the English Short Title Catalog. Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B25227 Wing J502 99827819

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The jealous old dotard: or, The discovery of cuckoldry : a pleasant new song. Old men beware when you young wenches wed, least lusty gallants do ascen n/a 1680 2 813 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2014-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-09 Sampled and proofread 2014-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Jealous old Dotard : OR , The Discovery of Cuckoldry : A Pleasant New Song . Old Men beware when you young Wenches wed , Least Lusty Gallants do ascend your Bed ; And horn your palsie-pates , for Youthful Blood Fair Venus's pastime never yet withstood : 't is fit that all old Men should Cuckolds be , Who think young women Love a sapless Tree . To a pleasant new Tune .

depiction of cuckold
depiction of young woman

Whether art thou going my old man ? my old man , I will call him my Lamb , And whether art thou going my sweet old man ? my sweetest man alive ? To the Ale-house you Who — When wilt thou come home my old man , my old man ? I will call him my Lamb ; And when wilt thou come home my sweet old man , my sweetest man alive ? At night you Slut — What wilt thou have for Supper my old man , my old man ? I will call him my Lamb ? & what wilt thou have for supper my sweet old man , my sweetest man alive ? Eggs you Who — Where shall I boyl them my old man , my old man ? I will call him my Lamb , And where shall I boyl them my sweet old man , my sweetest man alive ? In the Furnace you Slut —

depiction of man

How many wilt thou have my old man , my old man ? I will call him my Lamb ; And how many wilt thou have my sweet old man , my sweetest man alive ? A thousand you Who — I fear they will surfeit thee my old man , my old man , I will call him my Lamb ; I fear they will surfeit thee my sweet old man , my sweetest man alive . Then I 'le dye you Slut — And why wilt thou dye my old man , my old man ? I will call him my Lamb ; And why wilt thou dye my sweet old man , my sweetest man alive ? Cause I 'le be bury'd you Who — And where wilt thou be bury'd my old man , my old man ? I will call him my Lamb ; And where wilt thou be bury'd my sweet old man , my sweetest man alive ? In the Chimney-corner you Slut — Why wilt thou be bury'd there my old man my old man ? I will call him my Lamb , Why wilt thou be bury'd there my sweet old man , my sweetest man alive ? Cause I 'le hear the Pot boyl you Who — Why art thou so cross my old man , my old man ? I will call him my Lamb ; Why art thou so cross my sweet old Man , my sweetest man alive ? 'Cause you Cuckold me you Slut — Leave off your jealousie my old man , my old man , I will call him my Lamb ; Leave off your jealousie my sweet old man , my sweetest old man alive : I am Horn-mad you Who — Oh pray say not so my old man , my old Man I will call him my Lamb : Oh pray say not so my sweet old man , my sweetest Man alive : I know it s true ye Slut — Who told you of it my old man , my old man I will call him my Lamb ; Who told you of it my sweet old Man , my sweetest old man alive : I peep'd through the Key-hole ye Wh — Alas but with who my old man , my old man , I will call him my Lamb : Alas but with who my sweet old man , my sweetest old man alive : With a nimble Weaver ye Slut — He 's young and lusty my old Man , my old man I will call him my Lamb ; He 's young and lusty my sweet old man , my sweetest old man alive : Why am not I so too ye Slut — No you 're e'n sapless , my old man , my old man I will call him my Lamb ; No you 're e'n sapless my sweet old man , my sweetest old man alive : And must I be horn'd for 't ye Wh — Yes , I can't help it , my old man , my old man I will call him my Lamb ; Yes , I can't help it my sweet old man , my sweetest old man alive : Then all the Town shall know 't ye Slut — FINIS .

Printed for P. Brooksby , in West-smithfield .