And the Cellar goes down with a step. (Grand Chorus.)
VII
1st Vo. Want Matches?
2nd Vo. Yes! Yes! Yes!
1st Vo. Want Matches?
2nd Vo. No!
1st Vo. Want Matches?
2nd Vo. Yes! Yes! Yes!
1st Vo Want Matches?
2nd Vo. No!
VIII
As I walk'd forth one May morning
To see the fields so pleasant and so gay,
O! there did I spy a young maiden sweet,
Among the violets that smell so sweet,
smell so sweet,
smell so sweet,
Among the violets that smell so sweet.
Hail Matrimony, made of Love!
To thy wide gates how great a drove
On purpose to be yok'd do come;
Widows and Maids and Youths also,
That lightly trip on beauty's toe,
Or sit on beauty's bum.Hail fingerfooted lovely Creatures!
The females of our human natures,
Formèd to suckle all Mankind.
'Tis you that come in time of need,
Without you we should never breed,
Or any comfort find.For if a Damsel's blind or lame,
Or Nature's hand has crook'd her frame,
Or if she's deaf, or is wall-eyed;
Yet, if her heart is well inclin'd,
Some tender lover she shall find
That panteth for a Bride.The universal Poultice this,
To cure whatever is amiss
In Damsel or in Widow gay!
It makes them smile, it makes them skip;
Like birds, just curèd of the pip,
They chirp and hop away.Then come, ye maidens! come, ye swains!
Come and be cur'd of all your pains
In Matrimony's Golden Cage --
To be or not to be
Of great capacity,
Like Sir Isaac Newton,
Or Locke, or Doctor South,
Or Sherlock upon Death --
I'd rather be Sutton!For he did build a house
For agèd men and youth,
With walls of brick and stone;
He furnish'd it within
With whatever he could win,
And all his own.He drew out of the Stocks
His money in a box,
And sent his servant
To Green the Bricklayer,
And to the Carpenter;
He was so fervent.The chimneys were threescore,
The windows many more;
And, for convenience,
He sinks and gutters made,
And all the way he pav'd
To hinder pestilence.Was not this a good man --
Whose life was but a span,
Whose name was Sutton --
As Locke, or Doctor South,
Or Sherlock upon Death,
Or Sir Isaac Newton?
This city and this country has brought forth many mayors
To sit in state, and give forth laws out' of their old oak chairs,
With face as brown as any nut with drinking of strong ale --
Good English hospitality, O then it did not fail!
With scarlet gowns and broad gold lace, would make a yeoman sweat;
With stockings roll'd above their
knees and shoes as black as jet
With eating beef and drinking beer, O they were stout and hale --
Good
English hospitality, O then it did not fail!
Thus sitting at the table wide the mayor and aldermen
Were fit to give law to the city; each ate as much
as ten:
The hungry poor enter'd the hall to eat good beef and ale --
Good English hospitality, O then it did
not fail!
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