Five excellent love songs/My Galloping's All at an End

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MY GALLOPING's ALL AT AN END.

YOU Sailers that plow on the main,
⁠with the waters a glittering toy,
Keep your senses from falling asleep,
⁠from Venus or Cupid's decoy.
Fair Helen, that Grecian Queen,
⁠or the damsels who on her attend,
When you’re married your courage is down
⁠and your galloping’s all at an end.

When that a young man is married,
⁠and rolled in a marriage state,
He’s curb’d all the days of his life,
⁠Oh! but his sorrows are great:
His wise will his quarrels oppose,
⁠and close to his heels will attend,
She’ll cross him in spite of his nose,
⁠and his galloping’s all at an end.

If that I chance for to treat
⁠a friend or a neighbour also,
My wife she will follow me straight,
⁠and many bad words will bellow;

She says, you most damnable rogue,

⁠your money why do you thus spend?
You look like a sot or a slave,
⁠and your galloping’s all at an end.

When my first child it was born,
⁠they made up a great bill of charge;
The midwife and gossips came in,
⁠and, swell’d it out still very large :
At all this I’m very well pleas’d,
⁠for what good Providence may send,
I find, there is nothing affray,
⁠but my galloping’s all at an end.

Before Jockey entered marriage,
⁠'twas he that was sprightly and gay.
Right taper and proud was his carriage,
⁠and who was so airy as he!
But now since my uncle got married,
⁠he can neither rove but nor ben,
He must stay at home with his wife,
⁠his galloping’s alt at an end.

Now comes the jolly town-rake,
⁠and thus he did merrily sing,
I will spend one shilling or more,
⁠and toast a good health to the king
No woman shall e’er me controul,
⁠for I will both borrow and lend;
I’ll live single until I grow old,
⁠and my galloping never shall end.

So lads be aware how you marry,
⁠I'd have you take pattern by me;
I think it far better to tarry,
⁠and always live happy and free:
If you have a shilling to spare,
⁠or yet half-a-crown for to lend,
There’s no one to stop your career,
⁠for your galloping never shall end.