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PDFHig. Have ye any work for the Sow-gelder, hoa,
My horn goes too high too low, too high too low.
Have ye any Piggs, Calves, or Colts,
Have ye any Lambs in your holts
To cut for the Stone,
Here comes a cunning one.
Have ye any braches to spade,
Or e’re a fair maid
That would be a Nun,
Come kiss me, ’tis done.
Hark how my merry horn doth blow,
Too high too low, too high too low.
1 B. O excellent! two-pence a piece boyes, two-pence a piece. Give the boys some drink there. Piper, wet your whistle, Canst tell me a way now, how to cut off my wifes Concupiscence?
Hig. I’le sing ye a Song for’t.
The SONG.
Take her, and hug her,
And turn her and tug her,
And turn her again boy, again,
Then if she mumble,
Or if her tail tumble,
Kiss her amain hoy, amain.
Do thy endeavour,
To take off her feaver,
Then her disease no longer will raign.
If nothing will serve her,
Then thus to preserve her,
Swinge her amain boy amain.
Give her cold jelly
To take up her belly,
And once a day swinge her again,
If she stand all these pains,
Then knock out her brains,
Her disease no longer will reign.
1 Bo. More excellent, more excellent, sweet Sow-gelder.
2 Bo. Three-pence a piece, three-pence a piece.
Hig. Will you hear a Song how the Devil was gelded?
3 Bo. I, I, let’s hear the Devil roar, Sow-gelder.
SONG.
1.
He ran at me first in the shape of a Ram,
And over and over the Sow-Gelder came;
I rise and I halter’d him fast by the horn,
I pluckt out his Stones as you’d pick out a Corn.
Baa, quoth the Devil, and forth he slunk,
And left us a Carcase of Mutton that stunk.
2.
The next time I rode a good mile and a half,
Where I heard he did live in disguise of a Calf,
I bound and I gelt him, ere he did any evil;
He was here at his best, but a sucking Devil.
Maa, yet he cry’d, and forth he did steal,
And this was sold after, for excellent Veal.
3.
Some half a year after in the form of a Pig,
I met with the Rogue, and he look’d very big;
I catch’d at his leg, laid him down on a log,
Ere a man could fart twice, I had made him a Hog.
Owgh, quoth the Devil, and forth gave a Jerk,
That a Jew was converted, and eat of the Perk._
1 Bo. Groats apiece, Groats apiece, Groats apiece, There sweet Sow-Gelder.
Enter Prig and Ferret.
Prig. Will ye see any feats of activity, Some Sleight of hand, Legerdemain? hey pass, Presto, be gone there?
2 Bo. Sit down Jugler.
Prig. Sirrah, play you your art well; draw
near Piper:
Look you, my honest friends, you see my hands;
Plain dealing is no Devil: lend me some Money,
Twelve-pence a piece will serve.
