A PEPYSIAN GARLAND - online book

Black-letter Broadside Ballads Of The years 1595-1639

	THE FATHER HATH BEGUILED THE SON And nothing could serue, His life to preserue, but that which must kill his owne Sonne. 8   So once on a day, When his sonne to make hay: was gone a good mile from the house, Away the old man, Is gone to see Nan, as briske as a body louse: And with a bold face, He told her his case, and into what care he was runne, Unlesse that she, Would kindly agree, to take him in stead of his sonne. 9    SHe mused in mind, Such greeting to find, and thus vnto him shee said, Can such an old knaue, With one foot in the graue: set loue on a young tender maid, That hardly sixteene Cold winters had seene, sure such thing cannot be done: Nay more then all this You know what past is, tvvixt me and your onely sonne. 10 Sweet Nan quoth hee, Ne're dally with me, I loue thee as well as may be, And though I am old I haue siluer and gold to keepe thee as braue as a Lady,
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