Fortunate weaver's uprise, or, The landlady well pleased/The fortunate weaver's uprise or, The landlady well pleased

The Fortunate WEAVER’S UPRISE.

LAST night as I came into town,
I was both wet and weary,
Into a tavern I did go,
hoping relief was near me:

They conducted me to the tap-room,
I call’d for punch was smoaking,
My landlady and I sat down,
and there we fell a jokeing.

We drank about till it was out,
then I call’d in another—
When in the shop we heard a rap,
the daughter calling mother.

She said, my child, forbear a while,
and do your best endeavour,
For lease my heart, if I can part
this darling sporting weaver.

I put my arme around her neck,
her cheeks they blush’d like coses;
She said, young man, call what you will,
you will not be impos’d on.

I took her gently by the hand,
and embrac’d her in my arms,
With one consent we went to bed,
and there we slept till morning.

Then the next morning when I rose,
I look’d so melancholy,
Thinking of my night’s repose
and of my past folly.

She call’d me to her breakfast room,
the tea being on the table,
She said, my lad, be not so fad,
fare well whilst you are able.

When breakfast things were laid aside,
and all things fair and easy,
She said my boy, don’t seem so shy,
I have a job will please you.

And if that you work journey work,
I’d have you go no farther;
I’ll please your mind with coarse and fine,
and a soon in proper order.

Immediately; we did agree,
and with her then I tarried,
I wrought her piece most charmingly,
and soon after we got married.

In unity we do agree,
no couple can live better,
Both night and day I bear the sway,
for weaving of her chequer.

Now to conclude and end my song,
I hope you’re not offended,
If I said any thing that’s wrong,
it’s more than I intended.

I hope this will a warning be
unto all linen-weavers,
To always please the landlady,
and keep her in their favour.