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 For if I hould marry for beauty,

which every fond fool o adores,

I then like an ox or a ram in the flocks

am forced to wear the horns, &c.

A Paron was married lat week,

a comical wedding indeed,

For now imple John is bit to the bone,

his doxie has horned his head.

And thus the poor foul is kept like a fool,

enough a man’s hem for to break,

But women and wine’s the delight of my mind,

for uch is the life of a rake, &c.

There’s many a brave man as I undertand,

that lives both in country and town,

Who labours full ore to maintain a core,

of children that’s none of their own;

The wives they do baul, and the chidren do equal,

which is the true emblem of trife,

But ingle and free for ever I’ll be,

for who would be plagu’d with a wife, &c.

There’s people of tation that lives in this nation,

whoe titles I now will forbear,

Both women and men as I undertand,

that’s forced the horns for to wear.

But if every cuckold were chear’d with a bottle,

with a large bell hung down to his toe,

In country and town you would hear a fine ound,

of cuckolds boys all in a row, &c.

There's many brave tars as I do declare,

their lives at the ea they do venture,

To bring home, the ees, which when they do pleae,

will give to a blade to content her.

He’s no ooner gone than he’s out of her mind,

uch a frolickome damel is fne,