[Bagford Collection, I. 88.] The Jovial Companions, Dr, The Three Merry Travellors, Who paid their shot where ever they came without ever a stiver of Money. Here was three Travellers, Travellers three, They Travelled East, and they travelled West, with a hye down, ho down, Lanktre down derry, At length by good Fortune they came to an Inn, 8 12 A Jolly young Widdow did smiling appear, Both Chickens and sparrow grass she did provide, with a hye down, ho down, Lanktre down derry, You'r Welcome kind Gentlemen, welcome (she cry'd) without ever a stiver of Mony. They called for liquor, both Beer, Ale, and Wine, with a hye down, ho down, Lanktre down derrie, And every thing that was curious and fine, without ever a stiver of Mony. They drank to their Hostess a merry full bowl, The Hostess, her Maid, and [her] Cousin all three, Full Bottles and Glasses replenisht the Board with a hye down, ho down, Lanktre down derry, No Liquors was wanting the house cou'd afford without ever a stiver of Mony. When they had been Merry good part of the day, with a hye down, ho down, Lanktre down derry, They called their Hostess to know what's to pay, without ever a stiver of Mony. 16 20 24 28 32 36 40 There's Thirty good shilling and Six pence, (she cry'd) The Handsomest Man of the three up he got, 44 48 The middlemost Man to her Cousin he went, The last Man of all he took up with the Maid, with a hye down, ho down, lanktre down derry, And thus the whole shot it was Lovingly paid, without ever a stiver of Mony. The Hostess, the Cousin, and Servant, we find, with a hye down, ho down, Lanktre down derry, Made Courchies, and thankt them for being so kind, The Hostess said, welcome kind Gentlemen, all, If Then taking their Leaves they went merrily out, FINIS. Licensed according to Order. 52 56 60 64 68 Printed by C. Bates, at the Sun and Bible in Pye Corner. [In White-Letter; as are all that follow, in vol. i.] 1 Sic. Perhaps, "He being," etc. Mrs. Cooke's Lament. MRS. COOKE's Sorrowful Lamentation has been preserved to us by having been printed (as usual) on one side of a probably-unsold sheet; the blank page being afterwards found useful by another publisher, in the following year, to print upon it the Account of a Sea-Monster (Bagford Collection, i. 89 verso). The tune is "Forgive me if your looks I thought;" of which the music (by Robert King) with the words are given in Playford's Banquet of Music, 1688, ii. p. 1; and the words alone in Tixall Poetry, 240: THE JEALOUS LOVER. FORGIVE me, if your looks I thought The torment of a long despair Did once some change discover; To be too jealous is the fault My truth these kind reproaches show, A sign, alas! you little know, I did in silence smother; To think, you love another. I am but what you make me; For the Loss of her husband Thomas Cooke, the Famous Butcher of Gloucester, who was Executed at Tyburn on Wednesday the 11th of August, 1703. TO THE TUNE OF, Forgive me if your Looks I Thought. I. Nto my sad Complaint give ear, you that hear my Story; As Fate has been to me severe, Set my sad Case before ye; 4 O! how my Heart with Grief was fill'd, Where shall I run to hide my Grief? V. Some little Favour it is true, Which serv'd but to encrease my Woe, |