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REIGNS OF JAMES I. AND CHARLES I. - 365
"Dear little Cupid, be courteous and kindly: For Cupid with his craft quickly had chosen,
I know thou canst not hit, but shootest And with a leaden shaft her heart had frozen;
blindly." [thee, Which caus'd_ this lover more Badly to
"Although thou call'st me blind, surely I'll hit languish,
That thou shalt quickly find; I'll not forget And Cupid's aid implore to heal his anguish.
Then little Cupid caught his bow so nimble, «e humbly P«A» crav'd for his offence past,
And shot a fatal shaft which made me tremble. ^*J°W d him3elf a slave' and to Iove sted-
" Go, tell thy mistress dear thou canst discover „.
What all the passions are of a dying lover." HlS pray/S S° ardent were' whilst his heart
And now his gallant heart sorely was bleeding, That Cupid lent an ear, and his suit granted.
And felt the greatest smart from love proceeding = " For by his present plaint he was regarded,
He did her help implore whom he affected, And. his adored saint his love rewarded.
But found that more and more him she re- And now they live in joy, sweetly embracing,
jected. And left the little boy in the woods chasing..
HAVE AT THY COAT, OLD WOMAN.
This tune is contained in every edition of The Dancing Master, and in MusicKs Delight on the Cithren, 1666.
A copy of the ballad from which it derives the ahove name is in the Pepys Collection, i. 284. It is—
" A merry new song of a rich widow's wooing, Who married a young man to her own undoing. To the tune of Stand thy ground, old Harry" It is a long ballad, in black-letter, " printed at London for T. Langley," and commences thus:— " I am so sick for love, Have at thy coat, old woman,
As like was never no man, [sigh, Have at thy coat, old woman, Which makes me cry, with a love-sick Here and there, and everywhere, Have at thy coat, old woman. Have at thy coat, old woman."
I have not found the ballad, Stand thy ground, old Harry; but there is another to the tune, under that name, in the same volume, i. 282—" A very pleasant new ditty, to the tune of Stand thy ground, old Harry; commencing, " Come, hostess, fill the pot." Printed at London for H. Gosson.
A song, commencing, " My name is honest Harry," to the tune of Robin Rowser, which is in the same metre, is contained in Westminster Drollery, 1671 and 1674 ; and in Dryden's Miscellany Poems, iv. 119. I imagine that Stand thy ground, old Harry, and My name is honest Harry, are to the same tune, although I cannot prove it. The words of the latter suit the air so exactly, that I have here printed them with the music.
Whitlock, in his Zootomia; or Observations on the Present Manners of the English, 12mo., 1654, p. 45, commences his character of a female quack, with the line, "And have at thy coat, old woman." In Vox Borealis, 4to., 1641, we find, " But all this sport was little to the court-ladies, who began to be very melancholy for lack of company, till at last some young gentlemen revived an old game, called Have at thy coat, old woman."