Broadside ballads entitled 'My Husband has no Courage in him' and 'The Souldiers Reel'

Transcription

A Rare new Ballad,
Entituled
My Husband has no Courage in Him

To it's own proper Tune.

Into a morning as I went abroad,
even for to see the Flowers a springing,
In every bush there sate a Bird,
changing their notes were sweetly singing;
Casting my eye when I did espy
a maiden fair, and her hands a wringing,
She often cryed, and still replyed,
my Husband has no Courage in him,

At night when I go to my Bed,
thinking to get some Venus sporting,
No sleep at all goes in my head,
my Husband Iyes by me a Snorting;
Yet often times I tickle him;
he cannot choise, but know my meaning,
And with my heels I rubb his shins,
Yet I can put no courage in him.

My husband he is a tall young man,
he is a lad both fair and proper,   
With a handsome leg and well made foot
who gallantly can weild a raper,
He can caper, dance, and sing;
which makes the Ladies dearly love him;
But yet he wants the chiefest thing,
my Husband bas no courage in him.

All sorts of dyets I do provide,               
because I do so dearly love him }oyster pyes and Marrow bones, &c.
But yet he wants the chiefest thing,
my Husband has no courage in him.
All sorts of dyets I do provide,
from slumbering sleep for to awake him;
Yolks of Eggs, and Ringo roots,
yet I can put no courage in him,

And if he do not mend in time,
I swear I'le wait no longer on him;
Hoping his Neighbours will be so kind,
as to make a Cuckold of him.
All ye young Maids that Husbands want,
take heed to me before you wed him;
Least ye should sing along with me,
my Husband his no courage in him.

FINIS.

In came Jonnie Paterson
Louping like a Ladie.
OR,
The Souldiers Reel.

"To its own proper Tune.

IT fell about the Month of April.
into the time of Lentran,
There were three old Sogers,
and they fell to the talking.
They talked up, they talked down,
till they came to the Border,
We'll take a Pint of this small Beer;
before that we go furder.

And they sat down at the Sun set,
sat till the Cocks were Crawing;
They bred strife among themselves,
who of them should pay the Lawing;
If ye be Sogers to your Trade,
or to your Occupation,
You's pay your Beer before you go,
or else you's find me Caution.

Before I find you Caution
for such a simple sum,
You and I'll the Battel try,
before the Moon go down.
And in came Jonnie Paterson
louping like a Ladie,
The first thing he got in his hand,
it was an Eelock spadie,

He lap about, he strake about,
he strake with such a bensil,
He gave the good man over the Crown,
good-man take that for Hansill
In came Maggie Davidson
was louping like a Lassie;
She said Good man your in the wrong,
or else your very saucie,

Ye's get Kail and Cudpork,
well bruilid on a Brander,
Twenty Pints of good strong Ale
weil mixt with Corriander.
The Corriander was so strong,
it leap into their brows Sir,
Before the morn at Sun rising
thev heard some other news Sir.

The Killing scrik'd the Codline mourn'd,
the Haddocks made great dool,
Well go on more to Ferrie Town
to see the Sogers Reel,

FINIS

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