Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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KITTY MAGGS AND JOLTER GILES. |
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KITTY MAGGS AND JOLTER GILES.
Kitty Maggs was a servant to Farmer Styles,
And a buxom wench was she;
And her true lovier was Jolter Giles,
A ploughman so bold was he;
Giles had wages, five pounds due at Candlemas-tide,
And then he told Kitty he'd make her his bride.
Ding dong, bo!
And a buxom wench was she;
And her true lovier was Jolter Giles,
A ploughman so bold was he;
Giles had wages, five pounds due at Candlemas-tide,
And then he told Kitty he'd make her his bride.
Ding dong, bo!
Betty Blossom she wore a high-caul'd cap,
Which caught fickle Jolter's eye;
And poor Kitty Maggs, O, dire mishap!
Mourn'd his incon-stan-cy!
And high on the bough of an apple tree,
When they married, Kate finish'd her misery.
Ding dong, bo!
Which caught fickle Jolter's eye;
And poor Kitty Maggs, O, dire mishap!
Mourn'd his incon-stan-cy!
And high on the bough of an apple tree,
When they married, Kate finish'd her misery.
Ding dong, bo!
At the supper Giles gave for Betty his bride,
An apple pudding had they,
And from the same bough on which poor Kitty died
The apples were pluck'd they say;
The pudding pies on it, grew deadly cold!
The death watch tick'd, and the church bell toll'd!
Ding dong, bo!
An apple pudding had they,
And from the same bough on which poor Kitty died
The apples were pluck'd they say;
The pudding pies on it, grew deadly cold!
The death watch tick'd, and the church bell toll'd!
Ding dong, bo!
To carve the pudding was Giles's post,
He cut, and from the gap,
Popp'd the head of poor dear Kitty Maggs's ghost,
All in a new fashion'd shroud cap:
Said Giles, “who be you?” said the ghost, “I be I,
A coming to punish your par-ju-ry!”
Ding dong, bo!
He cut, and from the gap,
Popp'd the head of poor dear Kitty Maggs's ghost,
All in a new fashion'd shroud cap:
Said Giles, “who be you?” said the ghost, “I be I,
A coming to punish your par-ju-ry!”
Ding dong, bo!
“O Kitty,” said Jolter, “pray alter your note!
“I von't!” the ghost replied;
When plump flew the puddding down Giles's throat,
And on the spot he died.
Now his ghost, once a year, bolting pudding is seen,
While blue devils sing, every mouthful between,
Ding dong, bo!
“I von't!” the ghost replied;
When plump flew the puddding down Giles's throat,
And on the spot he died.
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While blue devils sing, every mouthful between,
Ding dong, bo!
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