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        My gallopping's
         all at an end.

Printed for W. Armstrong, Banastre-st.

Ye Sailors who plough on the deep,
With a watery glittering toy,
Keep your senses from falling asleep,
From Venus or Cupid's decoy.
Fair Ellen, the Grecian Queen,
Or the damsel who on her attends,
When you're married your courage is down,
And your gallopping's all at an end.

When that a young man is got married,
And join'd in a married man's state,
He is grubb'd all the days of his life.
And O but his sorrows are great.
His wife will his temper oppose,
And close to his heels will attend,
She'll grup him in spite of his nose,
And his gallopping's all at an end.

If that I chace for to treat
A friend or neighbour you know,
My wife she will follow me strai ht,
And many bad words will bestow,
She says, you most damnable rogue,
Your money you'll willingly spend,
Here like a sot or a slave,
But your gallopping's all at an end.

When that my first child it was born,
They made up a bill of my charge,
The midwife and gossips came in,
For to make up my bill very large.
At all this I am very well pleas'd,
For that which good providence send,
But I find there is nothing to say,
For my gallopping's all at an end.

But now comes the jolly town rake,
And thus he does merrily say,
I will spend a shilling or more,
And toast a good health to my friend.
No woman shall e'er me controul.
For I will both borrow and l nd,
I will live single until I grow old,
Then my gallopping never will end