My Dog and I.
We Write no Fights of Dutch or French,
No courting of a handsome Wench,
No Monsters, Wonders in the Air,
No persons dying in despair;
Nor any thing under the Sky,
But onely of my Dog and I.
Tune is, My Dog and I: Or, Bobbing Ione,
YOu that are of the merry Throng,
Give good attention to my Song,
He give you weighty reasons why,
'Tis made upon my Dog and I,
My Dog and I, my Dog and I,
'Tis made upon my Dog and I.
I of no dogged nature am,
But loving, gentle, kind and tame,
And have no bigger Family,
But only two, my and I,
My Dog, &c.
I liv'd at home, I liv'd at large,
A single life, and had no charge,
And if a Wench I chanc'd to spy,
Thither went my Dog and I.
My Dog, &c.
I lov'd a maid her name was Nell,
A bonny Lass, I lov'd her well,
If you'd needs know the reason why,
Because she lov'd my Dog and I.
my Dog, &c.
My Dog and I have got a trick,
It is to cure maids when they are sick,
When the'r sick and like to die,
Then thither goes my Dog and I.
My Dog, &c.
But if the weather prove foul and wet,
My Dog he shall not wet his feet;
But if the weather prove fair and dry,
Then a whiffing goes my Dog and I.
My Dog and I, my Dog and I,
Then a whiffing goes my Dog and I.
If any maiden troubled be,
With over-grown Virginity,
I quickly can two pills apply,
Concealed by my Dog and I,
My Dog and I, my Dog and I,
Concealed by my Dog and I.
If the Green-sickness have possest,
A dainty dapper Damsels brest,
Ilee cure her on't immediately,
With nothing but my Dog and I,
My Dog, &c.
If Women are in a distress,
By reason of their Barrenness,
I can a proper Prove apply,
Best known unto my Dog and I,
My Dog, &c.
From fifteen until fifty I,
Can give a woman remedy,
But if they up to threestore flie,
Their's no game for my Dog and I,
My Dog, &c.
When Mars commanded, we did go,
Unto the wars in forty two,
We'l never fear in field to die,
But out we'l go, my Dog and I,
My Dog, &c.
There was a time when Rebel rout,
did fear Prince Rupert and his Dog,
'tis dangerous when two heads comply
Especially my Dog and I,
my Dog, &c.
We night and day do take no rest,
If we can hear of any feast,
And where good fellows I espy,
There go in my Dog and I,
My Dog, &c.
My living lies in every Nook,
My Dog is Caterer and Cook,
For he at every Game can flie,
No fellow to my Dog and I,
My Dog, &c.
My Dog to play the Pimp is taught,
I fear 'tis many a gallants fault,
Near Hatton wall such whores do lie,
Are fitter for my Dog than I,
My Dog, &c.
Thus have we liv'd, thus have we lov'd,
And faithful to each other prov'd,
Whilst many thieves are hang'd on high,
No Law can touch my Dog and I,
My Dog, &c.
If death do come as it may hap,
By grave shall be under the Lap,
With folded arms there will we lie,
Cheek by Iowl my Dog and I,
My Dog and I, My Dog and I,
Cheek by Jowl my Dog and I.
FINIS.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.