Song 1154 (Tom and Dolly)- print (Lon) 1745 Aviary
[Appears as Song 1154 (Tom and Dolly) in "The Aviary: Or, Magazine of British Melody. Consisting of a Collection of one thousand three hundred and forty-four songs," London, 1745. Compare to Fb, "Tom and Dolly," taken from a bawdy Dublin songbook; "A collection of songs: With some originals," 1769. It begins:
Tom and Dolly
WHEN the cows had given a pailful,
And the ewes came blearing home,
Dolly thinking ’twould be healthful,
Went a-walking with young Tom
Hand in hand Sir o'er the land, Sir
As they walked to and fro,
Tom made love to Dolly,
But she answer'd No, no, no, no Tom,
No Tom, no Tom, no Tom no.
R. Matteson 2017]
SONG 1154. (Tom and Dolly)
When the Kine had giv'n a pail full,
And the Sheep came blearing home;
Doll, who knew it would be healthful,
Went a walking with young Tom.
Then Hand in Hand, Sir,
O'er the Land, Sir,
As they walked to and fro;
Tom made jolly Love to Dolly;
But was answer'd, No, no, no, no, &c.
Faith, says Tom, the Time is fitting,
We shall never get; the like;
You can never get from Knitting,
Whilst I'm digging in the Dike:
Now 'we're gone too,
And alone too,
No one by to see or know;
Come, come, Dolly, prithee shall I?
Still she answer'd, No, no, no, no, &c.
Fie upon you Men, quoth Dolly,
In what Snares you'd make us fall;
You'll get nothing but the Folly,
But I shall get the Devil and all,
Tom with Sobs,
And some dry Bobs,
Cry'd, you're a Fool to argue so;
Come, come, Dolly, shall I? shall I?
Still she answer'd, No, no, no, no, &c.
To the Tavern then he took her,
Wine to Love's a Friend confest;
By the Hand he often shook her,
And drank Brimmers to the hest, &s.
Doll grew warm,
And thought no Harm;
Till after a brik Pint or two,
To what he said, the silly Maid
Could hardly bring out, No, no, no, no, &c.
She swore he was the prettiest Fellow
In the Country or the Town,
And began to grow so mellow,
On the Couch he laid her down;
Tom came 'to her,
For to woe her,
Thinking this the Time to try:
Something past so kind at last,
Her No was chang'd to I [aye], I, I, I, &c.
Closely then they join'd their Fates,
Lovers you know what I mean,
Nor could she hinder his Embraces,
Love was now too far got in
Both now lying,
Panting, dying,
Calms succeed the stormy Joy;
Tom would fain renew't again,
And she consents with I, I, I, I, &c.