THE OLD WOMAN's RESOLUTION: OR, A Dialogue betwixt Jack Drumbold' and his Old Granny Gregory; who Vow'd she would Marry though Fourscore years and Ten because she would Shoe her Horse round.
To the Tune of I marry and thank ye too:
Licensed according to Order.
THere was an old Woman then,
who had a great mind to Wed.
Who was full Fourscore years and Ten,
and had not a Tooth in her Head.
With Age she doth grunt and groan,
each Night as she lyes in Bed,
But yet a Husband's all her tone,
although not a Tooth in her Head.
She has a Grandson call'd Jack,
by whom she's often lead:
Quoth he, Do you a Husband lack,
and yet not a Tooth in your Head?
Why Sirrah, she then reply'd,
My Cheeks they are Crimson Red,
Therefore I hope to be a Bride,
I have a Colt's Tooth in my head.
Dear Granny, quoth Jack, not so,
your Face is like Winter dead,
Likewise your Hair's as white as Snow,
and not a good Tooth in your Head.
The Old Woman told him streight,
she'd Cuff him for what he'd said,
I must and will enjoy a Mate,
I have a Colt's Tooth in my Had.
Why Granny, quoth he, you're old,
and hardly can crawl to Bed,
Your Limbs is stiff, your Bloud is cold,
and not a good Tooth in your Head.
Her Crutch streight she made him foel,
and likewise in a Passion said,
I am as nimble as an Eel,
and have a Colt's Tooth in my Head.
Good Granny, be not in a heat,
for you are too old to Wed;
Pray think upon a Winding-sheet,
you han't a good Tooth in your Head.
Why Sirrah, I amn't Fivescore,
and therefore I vow to Wed,
What! would you have me play the Whore?
I have a Colt's Tooth in my head.
Quoth Jack, Your alluring Charms,
must needs please a Man in Bed,
To have cold Death lye in his Arms,
you han't a good Tooth in your Head.
Quoth she, Are you Sawcy still?
I' faith I will strike you dead;
But Rascal now say what you will
I have a Colt's Tooth in my Head.
Sometimes I am dull by chance,
but streight I am Cherry-red,
A Cogue will make me skip and daunce,
I have a Colt's Tooth in my Head.
I have had Three honest Men,
which now are laid under Ground,
And tho' I am Fourscore and ten,
I reckon too shoe my Horse round,
Why then, said her Grandson Jack,
I will in a Bond be bound,
If you a Hazle-Nut can crack,
that then you shall shoe your Horse round.
Then she to her Trumps was put,
but streight a quere way she found
For with her Crutch she crack'd the Nut,
because she would shoe her Horse round.
The Old Woman won the Day,
she caper'd an iuch from Ground,
I'll have a Husband by my Fay,
and then I shall shoe my Horse round.
FINIS.
Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, [...] Blare, J. Back.