May we have in our Arms,
What we love in our Hearts*
THE
FRISKY SONGSTER,
Being a SELECT CHOICE of fuch SONGS, as
are diftinguiflied for their
Jolity, High Tafte and Humor,
And above two hundred Toafls and Sentiments of
the ?noJl: -delicious order.
IX'?, thro*' fq:iic certain Strainers zve/l re/In'dy
Is Gentle Love, and charms of Womankind.
Eflay on Man, Epift. II*
NINTH LONDON EDITION".
LONDON:—Printed,"
And Sold bv ail the Bookfellers and News-
j
Carriers in England, Ireland,
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(Price 2/5 unbound.)
— 1802.—
A HUMOROUS DUTCH DIALCCUT.
AS I vos goby Tirteen C.mtr.s ,!..: :• :.■:
place ver dey vas fell de aLn.-^c \ -.:. " '■>>
ihould be (land at de door, but M\.*.f •. : \ -: .'..■.'.*•-
ken and Mynheey Vandyfon. /»•, M;.:.:-...: V..:;-
flawken vas fay to me, vet is de m..::•.: ;• . :^«-r
vas go down to de Veen"s Haul at V; !:<..;, i^ p^Y
the game at de Dutch robers. Zo, I i.:y to him I
never vas go acre, but I wil! go ;> me time or Ho-
lders. Zo he fay to mc, conic nov , come now,
and pring your wifes along wid you. Zo I lay to
him, fair, I vas got ne'er a wife'*. Zo he lays to
me, den I fuppofe you keep a fauker-woman
yes, fair, fays I, I vas keep a fauker-woman, to
be Cure, fair. Zo den he fay to me, vel, vel, prmg
vour fauker-woman along wid you. Zo I go into
Newkner's Lane, I fefh mine fauker-moman, and
away we vas go to de Veen's Head at Yelfea, yelt
py his Majefty's bon-houfe. Ven we vas come
dere, dere vas Mynheer Vanflawken, Mynheer
Vandyfon, and his wifes, and his wifes broders,
aM Mynheer Hoofsnicken, and his taders and ^
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r^;:.!;:is. Zo Mynheer Vanflawken, he vas fay to
.,,-', fair, 1 will play vid you at de Dutch robers
lor any monie.—Zo away we was go at it, and
while he was look over de vali at a young fauker-
womans, as vas to go by, by Got,-fir, I vas lip
all nine, four 1 pufh down mid de bow!, and five
mid de foder hand. Hey vat de devils i(h de mat-
ter now ? Vat you tip all nine ? Says Mynheer
Vanflawken, Yes, (air, fays I, dat vas very fair.—
Veil, veil, lays Mynheer Vanflawken, I could not
fee, I had not eyes in my aurfe. Zo den he fay,
he would play anoder games along mid me. Zo
I play anoder games, and anoder, and anoder, by
Gut I was beat him every one. Zo he fais he
would play no more games, but would go into dc
room behind de bar, and have a tankard of de
ihuielt beers, and a peper dc fnmorft tobacco.
Zo in de mean vile, my fauker-woman vas in de
par, along vid de womans of de houfe and madam
Vanflawken. Zo de womans of de houfe vas fay
to my fauker-woman, madam, vill you pleafe to
come and (hit down by me. Zo.mine fauker-wo-
man vas (hit down'bv de womans of de houfe, and
de womans of de houfe vas (hit down by mine fan-
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ker-womans. Zo de woman of de houfe, fLe fay
to madam Vanflauken, and my fauker-woman, la-
dies, vill you have a trop of trams. Zo by Got
dey drank five or fix drams a-piece, dey vas very
foper womans to be mure. Zo in de mean vile
Mynheer Vanilawken vas tumble into a great dif-
pute, about villi vas de greateft mens, de EI-----r
of H------r or de S-----r, Zo I vas come from
H-r,----r minefelfs, I fay de E-----r of H—:—r vas
a. more greater man as he. Den Mynheer Van-
ilawken fay pfhaw ! de E-----r of 11-——r is no
more as a foolilh old woman, dat vas make me as
mad as de devils. Zo I fay, by Got, he is no
more as a foolifh old man, fo you vas a liar for
dat, den he vas come up to me and gave me a
devilifh dump of de eye.—Zo den I got up to him,
and I gif him anoder dump.—Zo den he come up
to me and gif me anoder dump of de yeek, away
den we got at it, dere vas dump for dump, and
plump for plump, till Mynheer Vanilawken vas
got me down on de floor—Zo I vas lay down on
de floor, vat muff I do den. Mynheer vas a great
tall grofs mans come faw, and I vas a little Ipare
mans come faw. Zo by Got a comical tought
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vas come into mine head, dat I would bite de
Dufhtnan's nofe. Zo by Got, I turn about and-1
pite his nofe troo and troo.—Dunder and Blixen,
fays Myndeer, vat is it you pite a mans nofe. Py
Got, fays Mynheer Vanllawken,you vas a damn'd
liar, il you vas fay you vas not pite mine n'ofe.-t-
Zo I fay, indeed, fair, I did not. Dunder and.
Blixen, you lie, you dief, only fee now yentle-
mans, how it vas hang dingle dangle one ways
and de oder py a little pit of (kin. Zo den- ail dt
vemlemans fay it vas a damn'd (hama dat one man
ihould pite anoder mans nofe, Zo one yemlmian
vas come and git me a dump, and anoder conic
and gif me a dump; py Got, dey gifme ten hun-
dred toufand dumps, and kicked him our of cl~
company—Zo as I vas go down flairs, 1 fay mur-
der, murder ! *Zo who fhould come v.p put an En~
gliihmans, y= I vas know ferry vel. Zo I fay to
him, come alom* wid me here is Mynheer Van-
flawken, fays 1 pite his nofe—O G-d d—a his
blood, fays the Engliihtnan, tell him lie bite his
own nofe his own felf. By Got I (ought it vas ve-
ry comical, dat a man mould pite his own nofe :
however, away I vas run in dere! dcre! fays I,
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Mynheer Vanflawken, you vas a plackguard, you
vaBa'fcoundraiand a deifsman ; you fay I vas phe
your nofe, py Got, fair, you pite your own nofe
your-own felves.—Got tamn mine plood, yentle-
mans, fays Mynheer Vanflawken, here isaplack-
guard, here is a fcoundrei!—Now, yentlemans,
I vill judge py ye, veder it is poffible a man can
pite his-own nofe his own felf.—-Zo all de yentle-
mans fay, no to be fhure—but Mynheer Hoofs-
nicken, a very grave vife mans, vas (hitting py
defire fid\e,J^rinking ^his tankard of de fhmelt
peer, and fmoaking his'pipe of de fhmoifl: tobac-
co.—Yentlemans, fays he, noting is impoflible
mid Got.
The FRISKT SONGSTER.
SPO-RTSMAN's HALL.
I HAVE a tenement to let,
Will pleafe both great and final 1, fir,
And if you'd know the name of it,
I call it Sportfman's Hull, fir,
It's feated in a pleafant vale,
Near to a riling hill, fir,
And through^'runs a purling ftream,
Would turn a little mil), fir,
It is not roof'd with flate or tile,
Nur is it piec'd nor patch'd fir,
Yet a drop of rain can ne'er get in,
It is fo niceiy thatch'd, fir,
KI do not let it foon, j
By Jove I'll haye it cry'd, fir,
For what's the ufe of fuch a thing,*
If it's not occupi'd, fir,
This houfe is very dark at night,
And fo it is by iday, fir,
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Yet if you enter in aright.
You cannot Loofe yput way,, fi>,r
When once you're in pufli. boldly on,
As far as e'er you can, firj
And if you reach the farther end,
You'll be where ne'er was man, fir,
There is no window to this hpufe,
Nor is there but one door^ fir;
No parlor nor fine rooms upftairs,
But juft the middle floor, fir.
Yet not let this difcourage you,
For ere you long are there,; fir,
What though your furnitu# be large,
You'll find enough,tofpare, fir.
On twprais'd pillows Hands this houfe,
*• Yet though you're near the door, fir,
You can't get fairly in, unlefs,,
You creep upon all;fours, fir.
Though there is ne'er a foul within,
This little door to unlock, fir,
It is fo cunningly- cohtriv'd,
'Twill open if you knock, fir,
It is furrourided by a wood,
Where there is game plenty,
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Of hairs fo (tout yotj fcarcejcan find,
The like in places twenty,
Of coney hunting day and night,
You'll have yourjfull enjoyment,
And if in cocking ypu delight,
You ne'er will want employment.
This houfe is warmjwithout a fire,
In it is peace and plenty^
It is in very good repair,
^rid has flood years but twenty,
The fort of tenant I would choofe,
I will now tell you fairly,
He muft be young and one that can5
Get up both late and early.
One that cultivates1 the land j
And fows in due feafon,','
That handles well his threfhing flail
When'er there is occafion ;
If he does this I promife him,
I ne'er for rent will call, fir,
But if he fails, I will ejec\
Him out of Sportfman's Hall, fir.
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FRISKY SONGSTER.
THE FRANK.
ONCE a lady requefted a nobleman's hand,
That her letter might go carriage free—
He Took up his pen to obey her command,
And wrote on it Cu n t.
The maid was difpatch'd to pofl mailer Strait,
Who told her it would not go free, [ Anne,
For the parliament houfe, fince the reign of Chieen
Was not fubje£t to C u n t.
It's a nobleman's title, replied the fair maid,
Upon which fhe turn'S away blunt,
A title! a turd'yoii impudent jade,
For Cunt does fpeil C--r,
For I'm lure it's not us'd at a baron's creation,
Nor by God-fathers named at the fount;
Nor knights of the garter, nor Bath's inftallation,
No herald can quarter a C-t.
At her- head the frank flew, while the clerk recon'd
How- they might for. precedent hunt,
But they found in the reign of King Charles the
Mbit; members made ufe'of a C-t. [Second,
Lords, clergy and commons, alike did it prize,
And the courtiers infilled upon't,
FRISKY SONGSTER. 13
*Twas raifing cuftoms, andl helping excife,
For the general receiver was C--t.
Away run the maiden in a hurry for fear,
Her miftrefs mould take an affront;
The poflman hobb'd after, | and cries out my dear,
IVy thee let me lay hold; of thy C--t.
In the kitchen fhe flew, while he followed after,
And flrongly infilled upon if,
On the flairs he overtook her crying Lord miftrefs,
Here's a man will catch hold of mv C—t.
The miftrefs came down t© fee what they was at,
Demanding the letter to fee,
But no queftion fhe afk'd for fhe fmelt a rat,
On beholding of C u n t.|
At the poftman fhe fmill'd, and her error fhe own'd
Saying my maid brought this letter to me,
But the like miftake Queen Elazabethjnade,
When Sunt was fpelt Cunt.
Then let's bar miftakes and each keep his word,
Let the ink from your pen follow free,
Here's health to the, man that draws thebeftfword
Tn defence of a C;u p't,
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THE BLUE BELLS OE IRELAND.
NEWS rfeighbors, news, great news I have to telll,
A waggon load of p-—$ is come to town to fell,
Andif you'll be mycufr.omers,begarI*li ufe you well
And the blue bells of Ireland, go well boys, well,
And the clapper flrikes every fide bang her a-fewell.
In came a lady gay, the footman ran before,
Deliring his miftrefs might have'one, nine inches
and no more, (encore,
And when, he went to thruft it in, me cried out
And the blue bcHs, kc.
In came a parfon's wife herfelf for to pleafe,
For £he would have a little p—k to give herfelf
" 'fomeeafe; • (his knees.
For parfon's diddle while a preaching, hung below
And the blue bells, &c.
In<came a gardner's wife,and fhe was cloth'd in
greeny ,
. An^bitying a dozen p---ks, fhe dole away fifteen,
And ramm'd them all into her c~t, that they might
not be feen.
1 And the blue bells, &c.
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In came the vintner's wife, zmd (he was full of fpleea
And ihe would have the bigeft p—k, that ever yet
was feen, (fence (he was fifteen,
For fhe had been plagu'dj with little ones, e'er
And the-blue bellsj &c.
In came a failor's wife,and me came from Blackwall
She bought the'waggon full of p—ks, the wag-
goner'and all, •■' (at BengaLi
To make amends for Iofs 0^ time j while Jack was
And the blue bells, kc. ,
Next came a little mifs, refolvd to play her part,
And when fhe heard the p—ks were fold, I tho't
'twould break her heart: (your carr.
Pray give me leave, fays flie, to rub my c--t againft
And the blue bells, &c.
NED AND: NANCY.
1. Tune, Scotch Bonnet.
THERE'S Ha^nd Do!, and Tom and Befc, :
I Agreed to pleafe their!fancy,
For to put up their Suudayj drefs,
• j And call on ijed .and Nancy,
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And as they pafs'd along the way,
Each fporting with his IafTey,
They roll'd them on the cocks of hay,
, And whipt their narfe parfe.
Dolly's legs were cloth'd in green,
Below her knee ty'd her garter,
And fuch thing there was between,
' Would make your mouth to water.
There Befs was fhewing all fhe cou'd,
And Nancy '$ a-fe was bare, fir,
And never a p—k there but (look,
To broach, you k$iow where, fir.
There might you fee the ftrong back Hal,
With a-fe in nimble motion,
With ups and downs received from Doll,
. As fhe fuck'd in the potion..,.
There Tom and Befs were thrufting home,
And Ned and Nancy raming,
At length the juice began to come,
From vigproufly cramming.
There rp(ight:you fee whites of eyes,
Like Jack-daws all a dying,
A group of mingjed legs and thighs*
And tails of imocks a flying,
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Bat liften to what did befall,
When tongue;to tongtre was darted,
There was a ftink amongft trrem all,
They kifs'd unjtil-the farted.
The lads and IaiTes fall wfer^pleas'd,
So well k did befit tfoferiV
Each feveral pego was well greas'd,
Who knows they might befhit'em.
But whether.that was fo 1 trow, •
If not wot til -our heeding,
They cramm'd their glutton mouths, you know
That always would be feeding.
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SHAWNpREE.
AS Damon flrayedj through yender gipre,
I In penfive naood fat muling, j • ' - {; : ".
He there beheld the queen of love,
j Her favorite t&eine perufing,
I^er breads they fwellM with heavy fighs,
j And deep opp^efs'-d as| can be,
A.;nd yet anon-(he iqries, -•
I die toiafte-c^Shawnbree,
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Of Chloe with her darling fwain,
Retreats to fhady bowers,
The quenching love's fierce raging pain,
With btifs beguiles her hours,
And Sylvia too does joys pofiefs,
And pleafures great as can be,
For ftrephon doe's her paffion blefs,
And has her will of Shawnbree.
O Cupid, God of pleafing love,
If thou art nigh befriend me ;
O kindly now my praters approve,
And to my aid now fend me,
Some fprightly youth that's made to charm,
A maiden warm as can be,
With rapture every fene alarm,
And let me tafte of Shawnbree.
He perfonated then the boy,
And faith fincere prefented,
With excefs of willing joy,
Upon the ground fhe fainted. .
Jtefolv'd to yield what wou(d betide,
Her legs were wide as could be,
Then Damon flipp'd between the ftridc,
. And let. her tafte of. Shawnbree.
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With eager grafp each oth|er prefs'd,
Their melting fouls diflblving,
With twining thighs theii* hams embrac'd,
i In circling folds involving—
With clofer Fqueeze me murm'ring cries,
Pufl) farther if it can be,
Then fighing^ deep, again (he cries,
Such pleafure is in Shawnbree.
EtOISA TO JABELARD.
MY dearefl df men fince your prick you havdo(r^
My defires Fire ftifled, anji wilhes I've crofs'd,
And fooner than any man's pego I'll handle,
I'd play with a d—o or f-g with a candle.
My love on my virtue may greatly depend :
No one in my ftorehoufe (hall jelly drops fend,
Not even the friar jwho hears me confefs,
With canonical vigor my body (hall prefs.
Not morning defire from fleep jufl: awake,
My (Irong refolutio;n has power to make j
IU ever be conftant and tijue to my chuck,
fcmce you are difabled with none eife Til f.«k>-
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FRISKY SONGSTER.
ABELaRD's ANSWER.
MY lovely bright charmer what joy you beftow,
When your firm relblution you let me know,
How happy" am 1 ro think in your e~t,
Nobody hereafter will hav-e leave for to hunt,
Since curled Fuibert with butchering knife,
Dtpriv'd nv..- of what I thought better than life,
How I've been tormented, and fadly put to it,
By longing to t—k when not able to do it,
Defire remains although power is fled,
And wi'fhes are living though vigor is dead ;
What a terrible thing with a c-t in ones hand,
To.'he quite unable to make a p---k Hand.
THEHE's SOMEBODY COMING.
YOUNG Roger threw Margery down on the lloor,
With ki-fog, and palming, and thumbing,
For heaven's <fok£, fays Madge, look who'ts at the
,*looiy .
O curfe ye* tfoare is fomebody coming.
But R^ggr he:vow'd and >pTomis'd arid pray''d,
■<'";&&£ w&gfc-r, yt>u aire but * ^ummiftg-,
FRISKY SONGSTER. <n<
I cannot believe yqu[ fays nV—Tm afraid',
■I'm afraid there is fomebbdy coming.
But Roger kept prefiing and fqueezing,
And at lad the fly rogue! feM a drumming,
Which at length prov'd to Madge fo delightly
pleafing, ! I
She cared hot if old Nick! was coming.
A Burlefque on Kitty- beautiful and ycung*.
BET Weym's of Weatherby'9 the pride,
By Bridewell yet untarh'd,
Befpcke Nell Field clofe by her fide,
With little rage infiamj'd.
Inflam'd with rage and fad i!ll luck,
Which fortune had'ordain'd,
That (he could not get one poor f— k, L
Whilil other bnmftonfs reign'd'.
MufI Lucy Cooper Bear the j bell j
| And give herfelf fuch airs ;
And that damnation whore of helf,
Be f—'d by Knights antl Squires.
Has fhe a better e-'-t than I, |
| With nut brown hair j^ore thick,
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That all mankind for her mould die,
While I have fcarce a p—k.
Come all ye. Gods, be kind to me,
And grant one p—k in (tore,
I will do my beft to pleafe all,
What can a girl do more.
Her prayers prevailed the gods gave way,
Betty at hearts defire,
Obtain'd a p—k that very day,
That fet her c-t on fire.
Muft dirty Peg that drools the town,
With barrow full oPgreens,
Muft fhe be day and night laid down ;
Whilft I wafte out my teens.
What has me with me to compare,
Soft dugs both white and found,
I'm thick, pure, plump, well cloth'd with hair,
My bubbies hard and round.
Dear, deareft Will, now go with me,
Nor leave me till you try, i,.v
I'll give more joy than inch as fhd£lv
Or Cupid's victim die. , v;
Will, prompted by her both laid down,
And fhe with full, defire,
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Lifps out, my dear, I die, I fwoon,
And melt in love's fweet fire.
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PLATO£s ADVICE ^URLESQTJED.
SAYS Clcland why (hould man repine,
When for a c--t compelPji to flay,
Why fhunneth he the joys o'f wine,
To, wear the tedious hours away,
Can bubies be panted up and down,
Can all the charms •fbeds of down.
Preferve the foul quite free from care.
In time of rapture giving fqueze,
The glowincr cheek theTnjarkliner eve,
The fault'ring voice the trembling knees,
Pleafe lefs, and on the fajncy die.
Co wrap the p—k in thole jov'd'folios,"
Which lately cha'rm'd the|e to explore,
You*!! find that thefe delightful holds,
i By frequent ufe will charpi no more.
So through the penis flies tljie (eed,
Diffolved in titaHating jo^,
We fuper-hunvan pleafure bleed,
! But ah ! hovv Toon the pleafure cloys,
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Then fince. Vis fo.my buckiih blades,, .
With wine let'sreinforce our reins,
Then f-k whores, widows, wives and maids,
And fpent again recruit our veins.
THE JOLLY FISHMONGER.
A JOLLY young Fifhmonger liv'd in the flrand,
As merry a gig as was known in the land,
For when atthe Dolphin they met round the bowl,
He would drink like a fiQ), and was reckon'd a
.""".■' Derry down', &c. .(foul.
His heart that had been for twice twenty years pa(t,
As found as a roach, yet was found touch'd at lafi
With an arrow as fharp as a hook, as is (aid,
Cdpid caught him & made him in love with a maid.
This damfel might then a bright beauty be flil d,
Her cheeks were as" red as a lobfter when boil4d,
Her eyes, too as learned hidorians remaik,
Shone jufl like two whitings when plac'd intliedark
When heauVd her theque(iion<at firllihtfeenrd coy
And v'ow'd that no mortal her ling fliouId enjoy,
And when her foft bofom he offered to feel,
She dabVd him and fiipp'd thro his handllikean eel.
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At length by entreaty thp jade grew fo free, i
She'd fhoke his fat, giUs as flae fat on his knee, ;
And what too perhaps mayjfeem rather odd,
Was often delighted to,play with his cod.
It happened one time in good humor he found her,
He caught her and laid herjas flat as a flounder ;
Then did what he pleafed in loving embrace,
0 would you. not wifh to have been in hisplace.
Sornetime after, the neighbors fmelt out,
What Jack and this hand-njiaid had been about,
They giggled, pointed and cried in fcorn,
A thorn-back has got a redj-herring with fpawn.l
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MIRTH ANIp JOLITT.
OF all the delight that's in} the tow%
Give me a wanton lafs,
That when with me (he does lie down,
Begin? to .wriggle her a—e. . ; .
Articles.when between parties are made,,
Kach fide-muft fta.nd the brunt,
And of the. trifling: things, m town, .. ■ .
Give me a pretty o-n . ;; .
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Cap of cambrick very fine, !
Adorn'd with Flanders lace, j
That when with me fhe walks abroad
May adorn her beautiful face.
A wench in your bed is a pieafure, j
If on her you make no momock,
But if you are not pleafing to her,
She'll be apt to rear off your f— k.
jfBowling on a pleafant green,
; Is a paftime that gentlemen prize,
i^B.ut all the bowling that pteafeth me,
I'■■■■$' Is between a pretty maids t—s.
Thick are the trees that grow in a wood,
, i\nd fo is the evil of a lawyer,
But when the devil gets him in hell,
He foon will him devour.
Tom Stitch had a wife,
He ufed after her to hunt,
He was fo jealous grown of her,
That at length he ftitch'd up her c--t. '
Country girls as frefh as a rofe,
/"■'/Adorned with a beautiful wrinkle,
They've better hands than wenches in town,
- To play with a man's p«*——e.
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Peter Grievous had a cat,
" That ufed with him to play ;
It was the bed companion he could find,
For to keep him company.
Down by a murmuring riv|er fide,
Where wenches did untuck,
But Kate efpied a man a coming,
And faid he mould her f--k.
Fie upon you fays Betty,
1 have the prettied wrincle,
And if he comes this way,|
In it he {hall put his p.........e.
Pippins they are for pancakes,
And a rod for the back of a fool,
But were wenches to plepfe their fancies,
'Twould be with a young man*s too^
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CYMON AND EPHIGENE.
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Burlefqued.
recitative.
NEAR Drug's dreadful jands,where many a bipod
Have oft been laid fypihely in the mud, !
fiflr FRfSKT SONGSTER.
A houfe there (lands for difftpation made ;
Fam'd through the kingdom for the f— -g trade.
Thither from coiunting houfe, adjourn'd a buck,
- To fpend the evening, and to take a f—k,
Young Ephigene, apkimpand hearty dame,
Come jufi in time to quench his amorous flame.
Cymon, this buck, .attack her without dread,
A bargain's made away they fleer to bed.
Iput Coon's words muff modeftly be fung,
;[Thc theme's too lofty for a modern tongue.
AIR.
. Dear.charmer fuffer me to ride ;
Pray throw your pretty legs afide,.
And let me go between ;
Then prefs me clofe between your thighs j
I'll foon make you turn up your eyes,
My lovely Ephigene!
RECITATIVE.
As Cymon gave directions ,fhe perform'd, .
While he with vigor pufh'd and bravely florm'd,
•TtH tititayng fr i&ion touched the blood,
Aad gaveiKedymptoms of the tickling flood j
; FRISKY SONGSTER. 29
The fparkling Juftcr of .hey lovely eyes,
Grows doubly bright, her fhort and heaving fighs
Exprefs the tumults that fhe feels below ;
At length flie faints <vith gentle Cymon—oh !
The youth in raptures quickly loft his fight,
And fell entranced, benumb'J, and helplefs quite ;
At length recovering from Iris fir, he prefs'd
The gafping fair, and tiiuis his long addrtfsM':
AIR.
Look up my dear, and view your fwain,
Whole (landing p—kjwj-ants once again
To force his way between
Thy fwelling thighs, the cover'd way,
The feat of pieafure and of play,
Of charming Epihigene.
RECITATIVE. I
Amaz'd ffre wonder'd hovf he cou-ld produce., '
hi fuch fhort time, the all diifolving jotce,
She gazes, finds him branny, fawh-iin itaad, !
Then biefs'd herfeif, and ftrok'd it with her hand,
^nd feilmg -fwore (he didj tils) power ;a.p.pTov*^
He was tixe man <oa whom &d*4 tfi* to.-lo^r-'
3© .FRISKY SONGSTER.
The youth in hafte juft ready to let
$ave her a kifs, and thus he did reply
-'' AIR.
Hug me clofe and fuck it in,
To lofe 3 drop would be a fin ;
'Twine your legs round my back,
And drain till nerves and finew.s crack,
Be not filly, coy nor fhy,
Strive together to let fly,
Then with a clofe and rapt'rous kifs,
Both onr fouls fhall i^nk in blifs.
PADDY AND SHELA.
RECITATIVE.
ON the top of turf-flack once with loufing tir'd
Poor Sheia; fat, her legs all bog-bemir'd •
Dirt dy'Jiher neck, her nofe all firr'd with fnufl,
Her'armsjike coarfe mahogany red and rough,
And:thus poor fhelah fung.
Jn.|lie county a'Kilkenny I'm handfome as any,
Ia:#e:M^tti^na call'd the girl frifky >
/FRISKY SONGSTER.
3i
Tecre/s Patrick 0'FarreI|and Phelim O'donnel
They love me much better than whifky.
Tho' fome whores wear jfa.tiins and others wear
pattens, |
Whilft I without brogues go a begging,
If without brogues I go, I would have you to know
I love like my betters, good f-—g,
In mod folks opinion my:fkincs white as onion ',
My features are nick-nam'd mulatto,
My belly is fpread like a blac-a-rnore's head,
And my a-fe is as hard as a potatoe.
But here's the feature the moufe-trap of nature,
As tough and as juicy as can be;
O I'm all over itching for w*ant of a Hitching,
Come bodder my gig with your Shawnbree.
RECITATIVE.
Paddy intrench'd half naked flood, >
Emytying with fcoap the ftagnant mod j
He mounts the bank with; b----ks bare*.
Hisb.....ks with ftrongbriftly hair. /
Soon as Shela faw him fhe flipt down the ftack,
And lewdly at the bottom fhe lay on-ber back,
She upcd with her cloths and difcover'd her cratk,
The infide was fcarlet the! outlide was black,
J^J^P^^ONGSTE^.
0 ■.■•;--f-;-7*7v^
. She kept!H)|fe^^t:*j6peil expecting the job,
v Paddy^:jw^6fevkt4ier legs went bibity bob,
But feeingthe^rifice rais:d up his knob,
And h4srp^kc^iikir^riC^-t'\v«en't-bibityibob-,
.*-<i)-And her ballmamora ora.1
\ ■■■ ,;- T-Une, 'Larry Crogatt.
*' J^n?a>h;Paddys your clioaking me do not be pok-
f., /W<h at -the devil is this you've (luck in me,
\ Where are you going, ipr vttavt art- you doing,
;" ^Mfxny foul il believe you are f-—g me.
But' now you're in., by my foul I'll lie Hill,
Bfooil'arid zounds *you have bothered my belly,
O go.rio further—4>y O-d HI cry mo*der>
. , ' My c—t is all in a jelly.
When he began to thrult Ms pole in,
He made ^11 iny^members to quiver,
;; , -So.iar it v^thiruft-w-r \ thought I w-a-s-b.urftirig-,
He turft'd up ffecfiptofmy liver.
•But'befo^you leave tne one F-—-g give,
. J&y. waiii.rn'y pnmpkin O thereabout,.thereabout •,
>' _if&^ri«jifilrH'tmyfguts^re<iown"fa!lin'g, ^ .
• v.. •. )' Y:«^^iiiiid'e iajluy belly a- ilk-abou't,
•ilir-uboiii:.
FRISKY SONGSTER; 33.
THE ROYAL GRAB LOUSE.
A CRAB Loufe I am, fnjjm a crab loufe I came,
My parentage always PyjiQnar,
As a hunter in.alley uncovjered her belly,
A link boy begot me^upon her.
A foldier no wonder took line for plunder,
And carried me over to! Handers ;
He gave me his wife to better myCftfe,
In'troduc'd me to all the commanaers.
With a nun 1 was left, but one morning at thrift,
A friar took me from my piace,
I (tuck to his b.....ks, true catholic relicks,
v And then turn'd a crab loufe*of grace.
1 was brought into Rome on a.cardinals bum,
Who was fond of a fundamental grope,
His mailer of horfe, he us'd to indoffe,
And that mailer gave me to the Pope.
From the Pope I was drawn by a prelate in lavVnj
With.the parfon's wifejnext I was found,;;4*
She gave me her hufband |difpatchM.TromJii^.-^l.ifv-'
band, . j ■ • ■ • :: '* ;<>'
He fent me the whole parifh round. ;'
: C ■■ • '
34 FRISKY SONGSTER.
As he fat in a barn his breeches to darn,^
An actor of tragedy found me,
He fnatch'd at his cods and fw ore by the gods,
That he would, aye, that he would drown me.
But an inkeeper's wife coming; in fav'd my life,
To her from the bufkin I pafs'd,
Behind an old butt I left her large fcut,
So I ftuck to a tinker at laftJ
His tr.ul and himfelf made too free with fome pelf,
For which ju(lice's whip cord had frnote them,
The trul was pleafed me her magiftrate pleafed, '
So I ftuck to the condyle's fcrotum.
One night on a ftroli a lap dog was ftole,
. By a watchman for the fake of the ready. >
From his breeches I ftept to the puppy dog crept
And n^xt morning was convey'd to my lady.
On, her lilly white thigh 'twas my bufmefs to lie,
Till lap .dpg provok'd titilation, (ter,
Then do\$n.from her quarter I'm thruft to her gar-
Tillyd-r-e has eas'd inclinatiqn,
go'-.oft' "d.rr'TJerb"?is us'djl'm from head to foot bruis'd,
Accurfed; be the day \ was took in.
VvQ'Xio more to fpeak, but my dear ladies forfake
Y;our d—es j and fall to fair f~»«g.
FRISKY^ SONGSTER.
JOHN AND NANCY
NOW fince you afk me for^to fing,
It fhall be a new and merry thing*
By me there lives a fervant man,
That f-ks his fellow fervant Nan,
And always does-^he belt he can,
Whenever he cloes come to it,
Now it happened on a certain day,
This man and maid mult needs go play,
For John had found out a new way,
'Twas what fhe little dremt on.
He beckoned her up; flairs they went,
Full well flie knew fond Johns intent,
x To f--k, flie knew was what he meant,
Her mind was fully bent on it.
Now Fd have it uuderftood,
; That Nan took falts to purge hen blood,
To make her juices clear and good> .,.
The girl's to be commended. ;
But curfed misfortune fteped between, -
Which quite confounds the charmingIcener;
Xou may all wondeij what I mean, ;
Poor girl did not jintc-nd it.
36 FRISKY SONGSTER.
Now this new fcene they began to play,
Her leg o'er fond Johns'(boulders lay,
His prick was ready for to pay
, Poor Nancy's- hungry flir.
She, like a but of humming beer,
No fooner broached, than youfhali hear;
Jufl as he entered,in his ware,
She fmothered him with fhit.
O curfe confound you nafty breech,
You nafty (linking poifon bitch 1
I By, Jove I will no more you flitch ;
j;'$*So'he tipt her a-e a fagging.
■;jO''pray John hear your kneeling lafs,
Ere- fuch a thing fhall come to pafs, ,
I'll flick a cork into my a--e
If you*ll continue f—-g.
THE RED PETTICOAT.
:«£*':"•"■' *■■,■
"AS I was riding by a pig-nye,
I Taw "a .red petticoat hanging to dry ;
|I pMii'cl-off my breeches and hung them hard
|Xoi|eep, the red' jfe'tticoat com pany:
FRISKY SONGSTER. 37
Hey ho 1 the wind did blow, down they fell,
Breeches and and petticoat^nto the well.
C), fays the breeches, I fhall be duck'd.
Aye, fays the petticoat I fhall be f--k'd.
O, how my old grannum will grumble and grunt,
When (lie's got ne'er'a petticoat to cover her c-t.
O then (lie mud do like old grandmother Eve,
Cover her c-t with a'fig leaf.
SONG.
MURDOCH O'Blaney, and Jenny O'Doneily,
Both went together to threfh in a barn ;
He laid her down and he kifs'd her fq bonnily,
Jenny, fays he, but I'll do you no harm.
O then, fays Jenny,
I fear you'll be in me, u
By my (houl, fays he, 'twill do you no harm.
Oh ! Murdoch,^ am ready to faint,
. You pre is me fo clofely my dear-—,.-' . ''■'!'
C^iiotb he by Patrick pur faint, . '• :. .:. p
V.H.'g'ive you no reafon to fear. '.v.'i,s>■'':;
Then with a look fo engaging and genteelfy^'J^l
'Ilejto her bofom his hand did apply.;' '.; ;''< ':<lL,lj-
3S FRISKY SONGSTER.
Both her fnow mountains he touch'd fo daintily,
* That with her paflion heav'd many a figh,
Fainting, fays Jenny,
I fear you'll be in me,
By my Ihoul, fays he, if l don't I fhall die.
Murdoch be eafy I pray,
I pry*thee begone from my fight—
By my Ihoul my virtue gives way,
I am loft in a flood of delight,
He then beholding her eye-Jids thus quivering,
Scarcely from pity h^s heart could refrain,
Fearing to anger her he flood wavering,
But refoived to attack her again.
Then matter O'Blaney,
Pull'd out his fhelaly,
'' (A weapon he nefer fhew'd woman in Tain.)
Then flaring fhe open'd her eyes,
And foftiy me rear'd up her head^
Ah Murdoch, what is it, fhe'crid^
%That lopks there fo.(lately and red ?
Sweet one, cries Murdoch, 1*11 mew the ufe pf it,
pently fall backwards, your legs open wide,
No: gif 1 in Munfter to try it as you fit,
vt;^:I^:ybucIlvou!cbfafewith your hand for to guide,
FRISKY SONGSTER. 39
Then mifs O'Donriely,
Stroked it fo bonily,
Arrah, fays me, but IT1 "down with your pride.
Then clofmg with eager embrace,
He foon reach'd the end of joy,
When Jenny now altered her cafe,
No longer was fquamifh or coy :
Then with kit rapture,and faint dying murm'ring
Lifelefs file lay as it were in a trance 5
imager he drove, but could drive no farther in,
jenny had fo jfhivered the hero's flout lance.
"Whin's that, fays Jenny,
That runs fo warm in me,
That makes all my bowels To caper and prance.
£TU loves iucious ba.ifom my dear,
Says Murdoch, the Jelup of life,
It's the cordial that banifhes ore'^
And cares the wor*t fcold of a wife,
Murdoch.fays fl^you fliall give use fome more of it
Cordial fo fine 1 ne'er tafted before,
If you have?gallons twice twenty fcore of it,
Here is a cellar to lay in a (lore,
Then make no denial, '■;:'-,
■But pull out your phial, , ;-
,4© ER1SKY SONGSTER.
By my flioul I m.uft, I will have fome more.
,u^h! Jenny, you're coaxing me now,
-But pry'thee my jewel, he faid,
Behold poor fhelaly I vow,
By heaven you're boddered his head.
JL Burlefque on ' How little do your Landfmen knoiL/S
HOW little do our landfmen know,
What we poor buck§ do feel,
When buboes rife andcordees glow,
v But we have pricks of fteel.
JNo dangers can affright us,
Nor bullies o'er fhall flout,
We'll make the harlots teach us, -
New wriggles in and out.
Stick ftout to order jolly mates,
,. ,;; .Then girls have at your rates,,*
. Our y—ds they ne'er will fhrink,
We'll rummage all we fancy,
And. (hove ihem in by fcores,
There's Moll and Kate and Nancy*
, ',.-»*'1.7* - •' *' .
, SmH ft—h in pqmpadores.
FRISKY SONGSTER.
While at Haddock's we are lying,
With a plump thigh'd naked whore,
We'll fend our feed in flying,
And drink, rack punch galore.
In peace we'll drink and f-k, boys,
In war we'll'ftand the brunt,
Here's a health to fhe good thing, boys,
Which mortals call ac--t.
THE COBLER's STALL.
AS I went through London city,
'Twas at twelve o'clock at night,
There I faw a damf'el pretty,
Walhing her joke by candle light.
When file wafh'd it then (lie dryM it.
The hair was black as coal upon*t
In all my life I never faw,
A girl-with fo-fine a c—t.
My dear, faid I, what fliall I give thee,
For a touch at you know -what ?
Half a crown if you are willing,
Two (hillings or. you fhall not. • ;
4* FRISKY SONGSTER.
Eighteen pence my dear I'll give you,
Twenty peqce or not at all,
With all my heart, it is a bargain,
So up we mount the cobler's flail.
My dear, laid I, how fliall I ride you,
The gallop,, amble, or the trot,
The amble is the eafieft pace, fir,
With all my heart, fo up I got.
The cobler hearing of our parley,
Through a hole he thruft his awl,
He prick'd the girl into thea>fe,
v Which,threw the r^der from the Hall.
THE MOLE CATCHER.
W, Maiden in Surry, the fign of the plough,
There livesa young couple as I fliall tell how,
JThis man.had a wife that was buxom and gay,
AjJd'jfli'e with a farmer ufed for to play..
The.man was ample-catcher by his trade,
He went to the fields with his traps and his fpade5
At catching of.moles from morning till night,
W^Uc^efa^Hier he ufed to play with his wife.
FRISKY'SONGSTER.
43
The man had a jealoufy of the thing,
He hid in the bake-hbufe to fee him come in,
Then feeing the farmer come over the ftile,
That made the mole-catcher begin for to fmile.
He came to the door and thus he did fay,
Oh ! where is your hulband good woman I pray,
A catching of moles you need not to fear,
But little me thought that her hulband was there.
Tfie farmer immediately pull'd her down in his lap,
Aye fays, the mole-catcher, I've you in my trop ;
Then up flairs they went to fulfill their defign,
The mole-catcher followed foon after behind.
Then out at the window her head (lie did put,
The farmer immediately pull'd up her coats, .
He could not come at her before as we fmd^
So he was oblig'd to take her behind.
The mole-catcher the farmer's flurt did tear,
For he was refolv'd to examine his^ware,
, And as he was peeping he faw his long pin,
| He faid to his wife, my dear was he in ? ■; ;;.
O yes, with blulhes, then fhe did fay, *;t
O yes, he was in but a little way : \
O that is enough,' he faid to his wife," ;
This is the belt mole I e'er caught itfmy Ufty: „
44- - FRISKY SONGSTER.
J lift as they were in the niidd of their fport,'
The mole-catcher cauglu Ifim fait by the'coat,
Saying, you villain what would you be at,
I think now I have you fafe in my trap.
I'll make you pay for plowing my ground,
. And as for the money it Ihall be ten pound ;
The farmer fa id the money I dont mind,
'Kor it-has not coft me fix pence a time..
§o now to conclude with lb me of the lof«,
JTtxe farmer's oblig'd to go to the cvofs,
; A(:penciing his a-e I do not know how,
:■'< JJe diurll not.go to the #giv of the plough.
THE CRAB-TREE.
; TBE/^oon was pendulous.abor'e,
When' .%.l Via fu 11 of grace and love,
, S?loHbole attire arr^y^ her. .
The twinkling .ftars eutie'd her out,
. And me decoy 'd. her filler,
And'jas fhe nimbly, tripp'd about,
•vT-teboughs.would Uin have kifs'd her.
FRISKY SONGSTER.
Inclin'd to mirth thus'Sylvia laid,
Come hither filler Chice,
I've leaint to Hand upon my head,
Obferve, my girl, I'll (hew ye.
She.did what (lie dtfign'd to. do,
Her legs were wide extended,
Her c--t expofs'd to open view,
Since nothing could defend it.
To fteal Tome per mains on a tree,
Hard by a boy was mounted,
From him the tale devolved to me,
Mod faithfully recounted.
I heard the merry wag proteft,
The muff between her hunches,
Refemblecl much a magpy's nelt,
Between two lofty branches.
In tins inviting poilure ilood,
The lady near a minute,
Jack took the choiceft fruit he cold,
And fairly chuck'd it in it.
It fo'on took root, the foil being fine,
(Pray credit what I tell you)
And like the yifionary vine,
It ov.er fpread her!belly,
4* FRISKY SONGSTER.
In pleating fliades the (talks arofe,
And rang'd themfelves in order,
'And vi here the bubbling fountain flows,
Hang wav'ring o'er its border.
Sincechance had placed its growing there,
And nature fix'd the root on%
For want of neceflfary care,
Crabs only were the fruit on't.
HE DID BEFORE MY FACE.
THE rifing fun had juil began
To ftreak the eaftern fky j •
"When as i trod the flow'ry road,
A fwain came lift'ning by :
We long han lov'd both each approved j
Long having run love's race,
He begg'd the blifs and flole a kifs,
He did before my face.
He not content, now what he meant,
I plainly did forefee ;
One hand he prefs'd upon my breaft,
^':';;Aiiid.tcotheroamyknee.;
FRISKY SONGSTER.
Now grown more bold he catches hold,
Fad in another place *,
Then Jack ad vatic'd unto my fmock,
He did before my face.
Now- on the ground where daifies round,
He deck'd the painted bed ;
*Midft flow'ry pride excended wide,
I at full length was laid :
The fiery boy burnt with fierce joy,
Soon gave the clofe embrace ;
'Gainft hymen's laws love's weapon draws,
He did before my face.
The youth ne'er teas'd.thefport well pleas'd*
He oft repeats the fame ;
All was we try tofatisfy,
And quench the raging flame :
Now wrapt in blifs with every kifs,,
Edjoyments lay'rinth tafte ;
Tir'd with lov's play he di'd away,
He did before my face.
With fond carefs we to excefs,
In rnutuai trarifports lay ;
' No more love's fire could raifc ddire»
The youth his fears beftray ;
as frisky songster.
He could fad Twain no more attain,
He-was in doleful cafe j
He'd done his bed and for the reft,
Poor Jack he hung his a--e.
MOLL SPRIGGINS.
TO the hundred of Drury I write,
And the reft of my fiafhy companions;
■ To the buttocks that pad it ail night,
To pimps, whores, bawds and their ftallions :
Totjiofe who are down in the pit,
Rattling their darbies wirh pleafure ;
> Who laugh at the rum culis they've bit,
' And now they are facking the ireafure.
This time I expe$ to benubb'd,
My dubs they grow wonderous fpeedy;
- I-ptay you now fend me fome bub, .
A bottle or two tp the needy:
I beg you won't bring it yourfeif,
The harman is at the Old Bailey,
I'd rather you'd fend it by half,
For if they twig you they'll nail ye.
FRISKY SONGSTER.
Moll Spriggins came here t'other night,
She ti.pt us a jorum of diddle :
Garnifh is the prifoner's delight,
We foot it away to the fiddle.
He fortune at diving did fail,
For which fhe has chang'd habitation;
But now the whore pads it in jail,
And laughs at the fools of the nation.
This time I expecl: no reprieve,
.The flieriils come down with a warrant \
An account now behind us we leave,
Of our birth, education and parents.
Our bolrs are knock'd off in a wit,
Our friends to die penitent pray us;
The nubbing^ culls pop from the pit,
And into the tumbril convey us.
Through the ftreets our flow wheels dp move,
The toll of the death bell difmays us:. ;, \;.
With nofegays wejre deck'd, and with glov§$h
So trim and fo gay they array us.
The pafTage all crowded we fee,
With maidens that move us to pity;
Our air all admiring agree,
-Such hut? are not left in the city.
D
5* FRISKY SONGSTER.
O then to the tree I mud go,
The judge hath.fo ordered my fentence \
And then comes the gownfman, you know,
And tells a dull tale of repentance.
By the gullet we're ty'd very tight,
The fpeclators we beg to pray for us \
Our peepers are hid from the light,
The tumblers move off, then we morice.
" > THE FROLICKSOME SPARK.
i.i . .%
; :4AS I chanc'd to be roving one night in the. dark,
; "ivwas met on the green by a frolickiome ipark ;
|;f He kifs'd me andprefs'd me and callM me his dear
? vTalk'd of rapture and flame, and of paffion fmcere ;
•'■ To his tale I attended determtn'd to know,
TV^frathight hi& aflurance could poffibly go.
Rour^my neck like th« ivy he folded his arms, j
Eaphifeatqre commended, and dwelt on my charms
In tranfport he ufher'd his hand to my breaft,
• With a fwcU of difdain I repuls'd the bold gueft ; |
Though down to my fhame I was eager to knpw,.
How far his aflar^ce could poffibly go^S?
FRISKY SONGSTER. 51
From my round taper leg to the top of my knees,
As if loth to offend me, he dole by degrees;
By my patience convinc'd he fhould meet no rebuff
He advanc'd and advanc'd, till he found fomething
rough.
Yet I bore it refolved ere we parted to know,
To what height his affurance could pofTibly go.
O'er my head the rude monfter my petticoats call,
And each delicate member laid bare to my waift,
1p my arms then he flew like a bird to his neft,
And he modeftly hinders me telling the reft ;
But I found what I often had wanted to know,
How far a young fellow's afTurance could go.
THE NEW ROLLING PIN.
A Polifh old danie to her handmaid thus faid,
Now Chriftrnafs is coming wench,^we muft provide
Then early to-morrow I'd have you begin,
To work very hard with the new rolling pin.
This buxom young damfel, as fome doth report,
Though feemingly virtuous was fond of the fport 5
And puddings and pies the prizejfae might win,
§0 dextrous w.as Doll at the new rolling pin.
\ *
5*,' FRISKY SONGSTER.
Father Letcher's a monk of the francifc&n clafs,
Who lov'd carnal worfhip much better than mafs;
With true gallic freedom, forbidden came in,
To, eat the fruit of the new rolling pin.
To the kitchen then hurried this fanftined (inner,
Where Doll was preparing the paftry for dinner j
And eyeing her o'er child, fays he with a grin,
I'fee you can handle a good rolling pin.
Then down on the dreiler he young Dolly laid,
.And having with rapture loves alter furvey'd ;
The fkfh and the devil prevail'd over fin,
He needed her dough with his own rolling pin.
DUMB GLUTTON.
AS, Roger one day was courting of Befs,
She told him his tale it was moving j j
Then kifs'd him & cried, you'll ne'er love me lefs, i
Nor like other fwains away roving:
When fird with her charms he flew to her arjg^vJ
/< And breeches began to unbutton ;
And boldly hefwore he vvoutd love her mu
Nay fhe-fworehe! would cram her dumb
FRISKY SONGSTER. 53
The grafs it was green, and 'twas under a made,
And Roger that never was craving ;
He then quickly tuck'd up the gear of the maid,
To fatisfy that which was craving :
Some mouths they~are fed with butter & with bread
And others with beef, veal and mutton; .
But Roger lugg'd out a long pudding and flout,
And cramm'd it into her dumb glutton.
The girl.(he was mightily pleas'd with the food,
And quickly the fame flie devour'd ;
And Roger whofe courage was commonly good^
Yet alas! he was now prov'd a coward : . '.'■'<■''
For the flock it was fpent and the fair not content,
When a langutming look ihe put on ;
Bid him once more to try for to iatisfy,
Her hungry and greedy "dumb glutton.
Provok'd with her beauty as tempting fhe lay,
Young Roger he burnt with defire j
As die look'd all lovely as the flowers in May,
He grew differ, and boldly drew nigh her :
Like a general beat, or one forcfd to retreat,
..' But reinforcing again dare tp.ft.ruton ;
,^n'd.rather tha.n.fly;he would concmerror die,
/ $o he ti^aten'd poor Bettyss<dumb,gluttonVt
54 FRISKY SONGSTER.
As rallied once more, being willing to pleafe,
And bravely fhe held out the combat;
While nimbly he mov'd he begg-d on his knees,
But alas ! me had prefently done for :
*Twas now all in vain for he could not gain,
It was now dwindled into a button ;
When he put up his tool he lookfd like a fool,
Being beat by poor Betfey's dumb glutton.
THE WAGGONER.
AS I was driving my waggon one day, .
I met with a.damfel, tight, buxom and gay j
I kindly accofted her with a low bow,
And felt my whole body I cannot tell how.
. "Ge ho Dobbin, hi ho Dobbin, &c., ,
I long'd to be at her and gave her a kifs,
She thought me but civil, nor took it amifs $
I knew no recalling the minutes when paft,
So began to make hay while the iun-fhine did iail.j
' Ge ho Dobbfn, "&.'..
I haye (ixfepre of fheep, and each ram has his ewe,j
my cows when they lack^to the par fon's bull go
FRISKY SONGSTER. 5.
We're made for each other, fo pry'thee comply,
She blufh'd,her eyes twinkl'd,me could not tell wfy
Ah poor Jenny, fearful Jenny, &c.
I kifs'd her again, (he reply'd with difdain,
No kiffes 1 want pry'thee rake them again ,
Then whifpered me foftly—the weather was hot,
And her mind ran on fomething me could not tc!
what.
Ah poor Jenny, &c.
Then down in my waggon this damfel I laid,
But flill 1 kept driving-—for driving's my tunic ;
1 rumpled her feathers, I tickled her fair,
And I play'd the round rubbers at two handed put
Well put Roger, well put Jenny, &:c.
Ker breads were as foft and white as new cream,
And her motions kept pace with the bells of m
team : Y& ...
When her bubbles went ujvjier plump, b—-k
went down, ^;\
And the wheels feem'd to dand and the waggo
go round. . ;.
O brave Roger, broken back'd Roger, &c.
Thus to and gain |to our padime we went,•'" . .
And my cards went fairly to Jenny's contmitrf
5<S FRISKY SONGSTER.
I worked at the pump till the fucker grew-dry;,
And then Heft pumping a good reafon why.
Ah poor Roger, broken back'd Roger, &c.
I tfypjjg-ht ere we parted to have t'other blow,
When flap went my waggon wheel into a Hough ;
Which matter'd her premifes out of repair,
And Roger's pump handle run to the devil knows
. where.
Ah I poor Roger, Aim fey Roger, &c.
THE -^DISPUTE.
Four lovely Iaflfes, gay and bright,
Sat fnug within a grove \
All thought themfelves Secure from fight,.
And freely talk'd of love :
While I in covert of the made,
In filent covert hid ;
Couldshear each word the fair ones faid>
And fee what e'er they did.
The partial girls with witty pride*
A warm difpute began ;
ConteOing which was bed fupplied,
With that which pleafes man.
FRISKY SONGSTER.
But in this great and nice affair,
Mere words were not enough j
And each by ornamental hair,
Would bring.it foa proof:
Maria, precious black ey'd maid,
Puil'd up her: coats and fhift;
And with exulting pride diiplay'cJ,
Dame Nature's bounteous gift*
llcr ioveiy all alluring turf,
Was black and near as big,
As any modern niov.'arch's muff,
Or Bacon. Oakum's wic.
This, this, cries i'he, lhail be your queeri,
For I can j'uily boaft;
'Tis this alone the men do mean,
When to the .belt thev toaft.
Fair Chloe fnnbd and then me fpoke,
I'll not to Polly yield ;
Then up (lie drew her lilly fmock,
And all her charms reveal'd.
To tell the beauties of the place,
How weak is human tongue j
The nobie fringes which it grace,
In golden ringlets hung* .
5* FRISKY SONGSTER.
Eliza next difc!os,d her parts,
iind (hew'd her circling hair ;
The vanquisher of mortal hearts,
Gods what a fight was there.
The lucious, circling nut brown hair,
Which grew on belly high ;
Did like a fumptuous arch appear,
And reach'd from thigh to thigh,
See here, my girls, Eliza cry'd,
Nor Avail it here be fpoke ;
That Bth has been as vet outvy'd
By black or yellow joke.
*Tis this can make the hero droop,
; And tame the bravei! fellow ;
So therefore now I fcorn to ftoop,
To fable or to fallow.
Now every charming tempting flie,
Who had already fhewn ;
With curious eye furvey'd the three,
But boafled of her own.
While pretty Kitty penfive fat,
.'Twixt envy and defpair ;
So young, dame Nature had not yet,
Been liberal to the fair.
FRISKY SONGSTER.
The little nymph unveil'd the place,
tier fecrets for to (how ;
But all was fmooth as Kitty's face,
And white as mountain mow.
Each mocking dame the girl did twit,
And each her own extoll'd j
And with exulting ill tim'd wit,
Cry'd, c Kitty thou art bald.'
'Kate bow'd her head as low as thigh,
Regardlefs of their jeers;
She gaz*d awhile'with earned eye,
And cry'd, indeed i've hairs.
See Polly, Chloe, Betty fee,
They may be plainly fpy'd,
If you'll butjud be rull'd by me,
To cad a glance afide.
Yet though as yet no fur did fpjing,
On that which Kitty wore ;
I thought the pretty pouting things
The prettied of the four.
I through the hedge would fain have been,
My cafe was here as bad,
As Tajitalus up to the chin,
With apples o'er his head.
FRISKY SONGSTER.
r had I through the briars-gone,
I knew not what to fay ;
took my. Mil, of looking on,>.
And fitly iheak'd away.
TRISTRAM SHANDY.
D you ever read a book eall'd Triftram Shandy
ma'am,
if not look into it quickly I pray,
s prece.prs are iweeter than fugar candy ma'am,
' I'would do vou good to tafte his curd and way,
There's"iVLifc O'DonnelJy,
Like him fobonnily,
Swears that with him fhe ever could lay,
e takes him each night to her bed,
And cries, that with her he mall lay,
r none but-dear Shandy (he faid,
Should dance upon her covered way.
:-teH's you a {tory about his Ovencuius,
So droll that no maid can help grinning at him,
d runs on ma'ani2 about his llomencufes,
PoorTJucle Toby, and poor Corporal Trim,
FRISKY SONGSTER. 61
.And queer Doctor Slop,
Who his head does pop,
With a Daimahoy wig, and a countenance prim;
At which U'ucle Toby laughed our,
At the doctor's queer Dutch-boriom'd a--e,
And faid mother Shandy would pout,
If a man came fo near to her a--e :
He tells you ma'am in the 2ction of coition,
His mother had like all the fport to have fpoil'd,
For (he interrupts him in the midft of fruition,
With a queliion that none would have ahVd but
•a child,
.And while his flrong motion,
Was pouring the lotion,
That would all the forrovv of life have beguil'd.
She afk'd him a queftion fo odd,
As ne'er gave a man fuch a fhock,
And cry'd while Ihe tickled his c*d, L
My dear have you wound up the clock j
Lord blefs me, he faid, what a fpeeoh fo uncorn-
mon, ■ j'
As damps the warm animal flow of my blifs,
'Tis paft all enduring, did ever a woman, ,,
So check a nun's heart in an action like thi*;
2 ERiSKY SONGSTER.
Lie dill and be quiet,
And make no more riot,
But fqueeze me, and give me a languifhing kifs.
there, my dear, wriggle your tail,
And finely your furrows I'll plough,
fell mov'd,. that's as nice as my.nail,
There, there ! 'tis coming, now, now !
hrre Shandy's fentiments are not all novel ma'am,
Men of experience may call them far fetch'd ;
ft have I had them in garreand hovel ma'am,
'Tis what is ufual in girls full of leech j
Why thertrs Eagle Cc&rt Sally,
When Jack's in her ally,-. ;
And pouring his gravy allin her difh.
ies, when 'wUl Ihave'fome new bobs,
At which Mr. Jack cries pifh,
id while his Homuncukjs throbs,
She cries what's the price now of fifli;
heneteyouj huiband lies over your belly ma'am
Take fpeeial care and mind what you're about,
•ft: you may ftop up his river of jelly, ma'am,
How then fhouldthe HomuncuhU paddle out ?
O humor his motion,
: 4^ fo^ & the. potion,
FRISKY SONGSTER. 63
His mettlefoine fquirtfliall white-wafli each bout.
And while he is in amorous pain,
At love's door gives the conjugal knock ;
Rife tip, and at once let him in,
Nor think about winding the clock.
ROGER AND PEGGY.
GOODY JONES had oft perceiv'd
, Her daugluer Peg complaining ;
Her hair hung loofe her ftays unlac'd—
She Jong'd to know the meaning.
Says (lie, dear daughter, what's the caufe >
Of all your fighs and wailing ;
Come tell me trulv how it is,
! And how and where's your failing.
Oh! mother I will tell vou now, •,
What 'tis fo long has griev'd me ;
Young R.oger has for all his vows,
! I lear at length deceived me. !
He told me all the fined things,
j His talking did fo charm mcj
And when he got me in the barn,
j %; He fwore he would not harm me*
:; ' i
64' FRISKY SONGSTER.
The mother foon found out what 'twas,
That made poor Pegg uneafy ;
She-wrung her hands and (lampt and tore,
As if fhe had been crazy.
She on her belly laid her hand,
And found it hard and fuelling ;—
You fliit you forward jade, fays fhe,
Your ruin needs no telling.
Oh, mother pray forgive my fault,
He promis'd me'fo fairly ;
He*d marry me if I'd comply,
. And fwore it too fiwcerely.
He look'd fo neat and kifs'd fo Tweet,
'Twas ail in vain diffembling ;
I could not Hop his eager hand,
I was feiz'd with fuch a trembling.
Oh that ever I was born,
You furjsly might have flopped hica;
I would have pinch'd his impudence—
And held and foundly flapp'd him.
The thoughts of being got with child,
; You jade might furely mame you j
Mittellme truly how it was,
|And where he overcame you r
FRISKY SONGSTER. #5
Why in the hay loft firft it was,
As one day we were playing ;
He laid me down I dreamt no harm,
For fide long we were laying.
But foon he turn'd me on my back,
And.fiercely got upon me ;
i And when 'twas in fuch pain I felt,
I fwore he had undone me.
: But not content with the firft time,
' Ere yet he fcarcehad ended j
J Again unable to refill,
My willing legs extended.
] And then it was Ido" believe,
It caus'd my belly riling;
For nature will be nature ftil!,
In fpite of all advifing. ;
LITTLE BLACK THING,
YE nymphs & ye fwains that trip the great plains,
Come lilten awhile to my forrowful drains j!
Oh ! hear me with pity; no trifle I fing,
'lis no iefs than the lofs of my little black thing.
56 FRISKY SONGSTER.
\.t cards as I fat with my friends t'other day,
To banifli dull vapours, and drive fpleen away 5
^oung Collin as friiky as birds in the fpring,
Sat toying the while with my little black thing.
)n me his fly looks were.mofl conftantly bent,
To gaze on my bauble were ever intent;
Fopfy turvy his eyes he would conftantly fling,
While he roughly handled my little black thing.
I dreampt of no mifchief, but let him enjoy,
r..«s innocent pleafure to play with my toy ;
But when that his humor was left to the wing,
He would more than have play'd with my little
black thing.
He faid my dear jewel your charms I intreat,
Be kind and I'll fall like a lamb at your feet;
Oh grant me he cried while round you I cling,
One minutes pofieflion jour little black thing.
I frown'd and cried no, but as well might comply,
For he would obtain what I did deny ;
The reft of the ftory oh fhall I nng,
In a 'word he has rifled my little black thing,
FRISKY SONGSTER.
FAIR OLINDA.
AS fair Olinda fitting was,
Beneath a fhady tree;
Much love I did profefs to her,
And me the like to me.
But when 1 kifs'd her lovely lips,
And prefs'd her to be kind ;
She cry'd, O no, but I remember,
Woman's words are wind.
I hugg'd her till her breath grew more,
Then farther did intrude ;
She fcratch'd and ftruggled modeftly,
And told me I was rude.
I begg'd her pardon twenty times,
And foon concem'd did feign j
But like a bold prefuming linner,
I did the like again.
At laft I did by daliance raife,
The pretty nymphs defire ;
Our inclinations mutual were,
And mutual were our fire.
6$ FRISKY SONGSTER.
OUT UPON YOU FIE.
ONE night I lay mufmg,
I heard a woman call;
I ftepp'd out of bed and laid niyJiead,
So clofe againft the wall:
I had not ljften'd long,
.Before I heard her cry ;
O Lord! God curfe ye,
Out upon you fie.
I peep'd through a ^crevice,
y And there I did efpy ;
In the next room adjoining,
A charming creature lie :
With her enarmor'd fwain,
•.:•'.'.'. O pufli then fhe did cry j
OlLord ! God curfe ye,
_"2." Out upon you fie.
cfle rouzi'd her, hetouzi'd her,
He laid her legs at large ; ^
And when he-had made it fraud,
He clapp'd it to the charge :
FRISKY SONGSTER. 69
But all that fhe did cry,
Was Lord ! I fhall die, die, die ;
Out upon you fie,
Out upon you fie.
O fie upon you Roger,
What a tower is there ;
For little does my mother think,
That you have got fo near : ■
But I will call my mother,
' As loud as I can cry ;
Mother, mother—one inch further,
Out upon you fie.
OLD WOMAN OF GRIMSTONE.
I'll fing you a fong that's not very long,
About an old woman of Grimftomeli '>■ .
Whofe hufband ne'er gave what fhe often di<l;Crave
! And therefore fhe-would have him ftcn'd.J .
jThen quoth the old man I'll do what lean, ;
To be fton'd I ne'er can endure it;
[Then if you'd have more I pry'thee, turn xy^O^e,;
And away to the parfon or curate* .,-.." "''"''£*
fo FRISKY SONGSTER.
The damefhe was glad when this licence fhe had,
And away to the parfon Ihe ran ;
Her fecrets fhe told and her legs did unfold,
And her bufinefs was nobly done.
Says the dame you'll have luck if you preach as
you f--k,
With equal force and energy;
Archbifhop you'll be .or ne'er believe me,
For indeed you are top of the clergy.
. THE ROUZING PRICK.
THOU damn'd whore come lay on thy back,
I have a rouzing prick that will make thy cunt to
crack;
I have a prick likethumder^
It will raifc the utmoft wonder,
It will make thee to knock under,
• Thou damn'd whore.
;&■"■..;■ ■ SHE'
; T|tou damn'd rogue, come and do thy word,
M$-tunt never minds thy bragging nor thy thruft*
FRISKY SONGSTER. 7.1
For although it is young and Ample,-
Ic will foon draw thy prick to a pimple,
It will make it foft and gentle,
Thou damn'd rogue.
Then bollocks (land to it, and be not controurd,
But enter the breach like an old foldier bold,
Damn her luck her till (lie wheezes,
Fuck her till fhe farts and Ineezes,
Damn her drive her to pieces,
Thou damn'd whore.
►€£> *C* >4S*! © +0< **Sx
GRAFTER AND JUNO.
TO fins: of the noble Grafter,
Wh;> liv':d in the town oi Sard in,
He ahvays loves a pretty girl,
But he hates dice and car dins;-
He often"cqurfed ladies,
And his fport was. kicky ;
Tiis-compiirnents were always,
Fair ladiesThaii i fuck'yc..
He fuckd the ooddefs Tuno,«'
And fplit her cunt a Liu ruler ;
7* FkTSKY SONGSTER.
And with his torfe he fir'd her arfe,
cAnd he worked the world's wonder.
Her lips were as red as cherries,
Her eyes were as black as charcoal -f
Her cunt was Tick fhepox'd his prick,
And fired all his arfe hole.
When his prick would ftand no longer,
And was both weak and limber ;
B'ecaufe. he wou'd be doing good,
He fuck'd her with his finger.
THE FRENCH MILLINER.
A Pretty French milliner ow'd me fome money,
Which (he promis'd to pay in a manner quite funny
She-told me one day, in a manner bewitching,
Monfieur, me vil pay you your money in Hitching.
• • , Derry down, &c.
Me ca'n make you fine fhirts a-la-mode de Paris,
W<idde ruffle fo fine you never did fee ;
-Mine tradeis to hem, to whip and to fhtch,
J&erhqndez Monfieur, you black as pith.
** , Derry down, &c.
FRISKY SONGSTER. 7$
J'told her I wanted no ruffles no ihirts,
Refolving to deal no more with fuch flirts.
she qui^ly replied, den me never can fettle mine
conte.
THE CHAMBER MAID.
' NOT far from town.a country 'fquire,
An open hearted blade ;
Had long confefs'da ftrong defire,
To f--k the chamber maid,
To f—k, &c.
One fammer's noon, quite full of glee?
He led-her to the (hade;
And underneath the mulberry tree,
He f~k'd, &c.
Hef»k<dv &c.
The parfon's fpoufe, from window high,
The am'rous fport furvey'd ;
And foftly jwilhM none can deny,
She'd been the chamber-maid,
She'd .been, &c. -
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FRISKY SONGSTER.
When all was Q'er, poor Betty cried,
Kind Sir,, I'm much afraid ;
That woman there will tell your bride,
You've f~k'd your chamber-maid,
You've f--k'd, &c'.
. The 'fquire conceiv'd a lucky thought,
That |he might not upbraid j
Then iiyftantly his lady brought,
Wh^re he had f--k'd her maid,
Where he had, .&c.
Then all beneath the mulberry tree,
Her ladyihip w$s laid ;
And three times fweetly f-kcd was ihe,.
juft like her chamber-maid,
; Jufl like, &c.
Next morning came ihe parfon's wife,
For fcanctaf was her trade ;
1 law your 'fquire ma'am on my life,
Great with your chamber-maid,
, ..;■■ Great with your, &c \
When,; cried the lady., where and how,
I'll fooxi discharge the jade, j
Beneath the mulberry tree, i vow,
He f-k'd your .chamber-maid,
FRISKY SONGSTER.
This falfehood, cried her ladyfhip,
My fpoufe fiia.ll not degrade;
cTwas I that chanc'd to make a flip,
And not my chamber-maid,
And not, &c.
So both then parted in a pet, (
Not trufting what ezicl&jTaid ;
And Betty keeps her place as yet,
The pretty chamber-maid,
The pretty, &c.
THE IRISH JIG.
ONE night in a ramble I chanced to fee,
A thing like a fpirit,' it frightened me ;
I cock'd up my hat, and refolvM to.look big,
And ftraight fell a tuning the Jrilh jig.
The devil drew nearer, in fhort,
1 found it was one of the petticoat fort;
,My fears being over, I car'd not a fig,
But (till I kept tuning the Irifn jig.
And when 1 went to her, refolvedto try: her,
I put her agog of a longing defirej -
7S FRISKY SONGSTER.
I told her Icd give her a whip for her gig,
And fcourge to the tune of the Iti111 jig,
Then nothing but dancing our fancies could pleafe,
We laid on the grafs and danc'd at our eafe ;
I down with my breeches, and off with my wig,
And we fell a dancing the Iriili jig.
I thank you kinder, for your kindnefs, fajd me,
The fcholar's as wife as the matter can be;
For if you fhould chance to get me with pig,
I'll lay the poor brat to the Irilh jig.
The dance being ended, as you may fee,
We role by conlent, and both went away ;
And fo we went off roaring the Irifh jig.
THE LINK BOY.
RECITATIVE.
AS bawling Filbert Nan, with roguifh eye,
Al|rig the ftreets her cracking ware did cry;
Two chairmen, who a different nation boalt,
The Gambrian mountains, and Hibernians coail',
Made-forthe fair, of Hercuianean form,
Lojnidtiaie. had (trove the iYpzen maid to warm 3
FRISKY SONGSTER. y7
Soon as the dear lov'd object they defcry'd,
They left their chair, to gain her once more try'd.
Firft Dermot fppke in words likethefe,
He hop'd in. vain the nut brown maid to pleafe.
AIR.—St. Patrick's Day.
Arrah my-honey, my dear, and my jewel,
I love you far better than nothing at all;
But if you refolve to remain always cruel,
By Patrick, I'm fure it will colt me a fall:
VThen take me, my fweet one, into your good graces
Be after confenting, I'll make you my wile f
Then be a fine lady to wear filks and laces,
And ride in a chair all the days of your life. .
Arrah, my honey, &c.
RECITATIVE.
His partner, who had hitherto flood mute,
Next boldly advane'd to prefer his fuit;
With vifage pale as butter milk or. whey,
In mournful ditty thus was heard to fay '•
MR.—Of noble race was Sherikin.
Dear Nanny, lovely creature,
iill other maids excelling; ,.\\ .... .
Through Cupid's fnare, and fad defpair*'
, See how her heart's.a bieeding:
7$ FRISKY SONGSTER.
In kindnefs fliew fome pity,
On poor untone phelwellen;
Or elfe hur fears, hiur fighs and tears,
Will pring hur to teaths twelling.
RECITATIVE.
With tofs'd up nofe? and hands on both her fides,
She flights their offers and their pain derides :
Proud of thofe charms for which the lover dies.
» *■ AIR.—From the man that I love, &c.
From fuch lubbers as you my heart I'll defend,
To leeks and potatoes I'l? ne'er condefend j
Theri plague me no more for glim papping Jack
.i the man I adore, and my filbert mail crack.
RECITATIVE.
Scarce had fhe fpoke, when lo a youth apnear'd,
Who bridewell'pump, and '.ryburn never fear'd;
At play hok^- door, Covent Garden porch,
W;ben.night comes on he plies with flaming torch 5
Like Hymen then it juftiy may be faid,
He often lights fond couples home to. bed ;
He g^^s,^b?yvjas, his looks his mind betray,
l$$pffi#& her band and bore the ny mph away.
FRISKY SONGSTER. 79
JAIR.—-Colinet.
On yon bulk-head behold Pm laid,
Gentle Morpheus lend thy aid ;
Keep the watch from coming there,
To difturb the happy pair :
Stealing pleafures whilfl they can,
Who fo bleft as Jack and Nan.
THE MOUSE'S TAIL.
IJACK and his matter as wager laid,
! Of threefcore millings and ten ;
IWhich of them had the longed prick,
• The wager was to win.
,They meafure'd the length, and alfo the breadth,
, And they meafur'd them round about ;
'But Jack he did his mafter beat,
By four inches and the fnout.
The maid fhe went behind the barn,
I For which fhe was to blame ;
jAnd when flie law the wager was won,
1 She went and told her dame.
So FRJSKY SONGSTER.
> *
The old woman went behind the barn door,
To do as (he was wont j ■ ,.t_ .
And (looping down occafionally,
A moufe.jump'd into her cunt.
TJhe old woman' cry'd unto the old man,
%As loud as (he could cry j
There's a moufe crept into my belly,
. And without your help I'll die.
The old man he laid her on a fack,
As oft he'd done before j
But he could not touch* the moufe's tail
By four inches and more.
The old manxcry^d unto his man Jack,
As loud as he could cry ; ;. a.
Here's a moufe crept into my dame's belly,
And without thy help .(he'll die.
^ithojit you'll double my wages, quoth Jack,
Without you'll^double my price j
Without you'll doub|e my wages, quoth.Jack,
. iVly prick (hall h u,n^#np; qiice., , , ' -
I'll double yout.wageSj, {quoththe oldfiman,
And give th^^ hat^nd coat;
And for to,/buy tk$e button Ippp*.
'•"";i-^ljy danie ihall glv«e.ypu:^.gro^t;,.
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Then work it away my bonny boy Jack,
For thou'need'ft not to fail;
A little further Jack (he fad,
And you'll touch the moufe's tail.
Then work it away my bonny boy Jack,
For thou need'fi not to doubt;
A little further Jack (he faid,
And you'll turn the moufe about.
The old man flood at the barn door,
The befom in | his hand ;
To knock the moufe upon the head,
Whenever it fhould land.
Come all ye merry maids of Yorkfhire,
If you will me believe;
When the old woman had enough,
She let the m|oufe out of her fleeve.
FIRE IN MY ARSE,
A FRIAR to a
To wafli his h
river went,
ands and face;
And there he fpied a pretty maid,
A wafhing of] her arfe.
And her W, laljrlSfe1^
Sz FEISKY SONGSTER.
O what is the matter my pretty maid,
That your cunt looks fo red ;
Shecry'd with carryipg fire in my arfe,
To warm my mafter?s bed.
And his fal, lal, &c.
Then the Friar Iugg'd out a mighty torfe,
As big as he could handle ;
And if you carry fire, jn your arfe,
Pray, let me light my candle.
By your fal, lal, &c.
The Friar ramm'd in his mighty torfe,
As much as he could fli^ff j
But fhe me)ted his tallow ail away,
And reduc'd it to a muff.
With her fal, lal, &c.
The Friar he fcaeei'd upon the ground,
In pofture moll c[evout j
Lighten my dajknefs, Lord, he crigd,
For my candle's quite burnt out,
By her fal, Ul, /*&
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THE OLD HAT.
TO Chloe young Pamon oft told his tale,
Yet o*er her \ilv\Q. virtue could never prevail;
He prais'd hdr, he prefs'd her, Jie kifs'd her and that
Yet (lie vow'c( that he fliould never touch her old hat
Touch.her old hat, touch her old hat,
Yet (lie vowj'd he mould never touch her old hat.
It happen'd he met her one day in the grove,
He prais'dher and told her again of his love;
Yet dill flie cried fie, fir, what would you be at,
Do you think you1 ever mall touch my old hat.
The place was inviting no creature was near,
And Damon: was determin'd to call away fear;
And while hjs heart dancM in his breaft pit-pat,
lie (wore byiyoung Cupid he'd feel her old hat.
The nymph now alamVd, ftruggl'd, threaten'd and
fwore|, . :•;■
And faid all ;{hfi could to efcape from his power j
His end me declarM !he mould never come at, >
^\nd vow'd (he mould die if he touched her old.hat.
Yet all was in vain, his paffion grew,ftrong,: *„.•
Pa the graisjthea hi laid ioxkCtite&BXon%^>
fo BRISKY SONjGSTERi
iBut ftill flie cried, fie, fir, what would you be at,
10 rot you, O curfe you, you'll tear my old hat.
the youth gain'd his point, and fince the fair maid,
|Of Damon has not been fo foreiy afraid;
[She feldom enquires what he would be be at,
Bo he does what he pieafes with Chioe's old hat.
QMadam Chloe affecV no more to be coy, .
[But willing as Damon will pufh for the joy;
NowDamoh'silreng paffion is grown (brae what
flat,
jSince he finds her as eafy as an old hat,
NOsES.
I SING of your nofes, you all may fuppofe,
The mufe han't been us'd to fuch ditties as thofe j
But it is your long nofes requires my fong,
For there's nothing fo grand as a nofe that is long.
«'"'■' Sing tantararara, long nofe.
Long noferhave lotjg been the talk of the town,
There's nothing %lbon with the ladies go down $
I They h#te little npfes you very well know^
Be^a^fii!it■)de^i& ym&& fa Utile below.
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The buxom young widow will make fmutty fpee-
ches, :
About your long nofes and point at your breeches j
But mercy defend us! how loud {he would bawl,
Should you come to attack and have nonofeatalL
Now if Nature fhould form on your nofe a high
ridge;
The punftersj cry zounds, fir, that's like putney
bridge;'.;,.'.
' While fome of your nofes oft make a \* orfe face,
When they cry, hark'e Bob, bob your nofe in my
ar(e.
The nofe that an Englishman ought moft to prize,
Is a nofe that is rix'd between two fquinting eyes >
1 he tricks ofthe M—y he doth expofe,
For penfion or place won't be led by the nofe.
A fnipe nofe proclaims you picture a fox,
A rotten nofe tells us you're plagued with the pox
And if a large carbuncle nofe you have got,
! All the people that's fober will fvyear you're a fot.
I The nofe ofajblack is the colour or floes,
! The Spaniardfs poflefs'd of a'large, (warthy nofe,
Poor Sawney the Scotchman's remarkable dull,
To tliink that|;his nofeib refeuibies a mult. ' '■
86 FRISKY SONGSTER. ,
The nofe of a Frenchman is meagre and thin,
*Tis generally long, but looks damnable mean ;
> Notwithftanding Old England is brimful of grief,
An Englifhman's nofe is half made of roaft beef.
The riofe of a Dutchman1 appears very fnug,
But the nofe of a Dutchman's the nofe of a pug;
And a dame from that fide of the water fo cute,
Has oft fwallow'd up the long nofe of Lord B—e.
Of the Welchman, cot plefs hur, e'en fing what
you pleafe,
Hur nofe is the fmell of good toailed cheefe;
And if hur nofe was as long as her leek,
Cots blood how hur'd make all the young women
fqueek.
But an Irimman's nofe^ for to fum up the whole,
Is'nothing fo log as a long barber's pole,
Arrah Paddy you fee for the length of his nofe,
Is carefs'd by the ladies wherever he goes.
THE BLACK WHORE.
As Irambl'd laft night through the (kirts of the
town, .
,. Juft taking leave of my friend Johnny brown y
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Hc'pick'd up a whore^ I'd a mind for orie too,
So I pick'd upjone, but the devil kaoWs who*
She led me up allies as dark as my crimen
And we fumbl'd the dot)r out in two hours tirrie' 5
i\nd finding the door out, we entered the robhi'i
Bat nothing was there but an old birch bfoom.
I p.ik'd for a bed and me fhew'd me fomeftraw,
Where we pigg'd in without prieft or law j
She litter'd me up and bid me lie ftill,
And told me I was as fate as it thief in a mill.
She carelefsly threw herlelf flat on her back,
No neighbors to fear, nor no bedftead to crack;
So we fell to the fpoft with each others confent,
No money I gave her but an ocean I fpent.
Joys three times repeated 1 fell into a doze,
Next morning I wak'd from my drovvfy repofe j
Then I was leafcd in a damnable fright,
For I found I'd been killing a black all the night.
My {lockings I found in an ocean of pifs, . .. .
My hat in another and all things aniifs; V
Ihe cat in my breeches, taking her repofe,
And choufands of creepers I found in my clothes.
The iieas were a fkipping like lambkins at pUy,
But the lice being friendly (tuck to me all day,.
W FRISKY SONGSTER.
The bugs by the millions were clofe to my back,
And thoufands of vermin clung round the black.
Theji I hurried my implements on in a trice,
And bore off an ocean of bugs, fleas and lice;
She afk'd me for two-pence, and bid me good bye,
Hell (moke you in fulphur, you black bitch faid I.
BOB AND HIS LANDLADY.
- Or, The Young Soldier's Frolick.
UPON a march it was my lot,
A billet for to (hare;j ?
Unto an Inn, which made! me grin,
To fee my dame fofair:
My landlord he prov'd kind to me,
And Ig.ot quartets there ;
And \xH frue-iiuck'd my landlady,
' '"'Jiift that ftand there.
j- L«t t^at ftand there.
..,■-./,".." ' ■' '•■, ■, . 'Tis true, &c.
!Hpur;!oufy landlord blamed me,
For doing of the dttU ,
■•■FRISKY'-SONGSTER.
Becaufc I Did relieve his wife,
When in the time of need :
Being a petty conftable,
For. him I did not care;
?Tis true 1 fuck'd his pretty wife,
Let that ftand there.
Our orders were for Ireland,
I did! to her declare;
Which made my loving landlady,
Begin to curfe and fwear :
Saying Ikl| go along with Bob,
Let Bob go e'er fo far ;
My Bob'sj the lad .that fuck'd me well,
Let that ftand there.
Farewell my loving landlady,
I mufl purfue| the rout;
Dear Bob; fays mje, prayftay with me,
Let'ij have thje other bour:
I'll rob the cuckojd of his gold,
And thou the fame* flkllfhare ;
For thoirn the man that luck'd mc well,
Let that ftanu there.
9o FR1(3KY SONGSTER.
Then twenty guirieas in my handy
She loyin^ly did fqueeze ;
Dear Bob, ifays fhe, pray think on me,
When you are on the feas :
Pray think on me4 I wjllagf ee,
With all your fates to fhare;
For thou'rt the man that fuck-Si tne well,
Let that fland there.
Toaft
:$
THE ROYAL
and Sentiments.
™-mt«k* ■; >< ■$*«»»*:; *"*"-- ~ .
.„ our hearts.
^./lAY'we have in our arms «vhat we love in
The merry travellers, rough cunt and jolly arte.
Luck and'gook fuck and jolly arfe.
Up with the lineii and down with the claret.
Cunt in perfection, prick I in erection and both in
j conjunction. .' •. • .
May the difeafe of the cunt be transferred to the
| - - arfeholeVand ail.bug.gers be po'xed. • .',
Cunt in a bumper, prick in its.bloom..
A whotfe in her iilk? and a Wife in hdr tomb. *;
May'the lovers of a cunt-never want road beef or
| .' claret. | ' ;" .-••■:' : ■■ ; ■ ■ ■ I
jCunt in a ehurchj,arid they that won't fuels let thetid
!■ -pray. ,
[Adams* dagger.
9£ FRISKY SONGSTER.
The cormorant that bites the head, & eat the brains.
The one-eyed (lag.
May the dreams of rapture meet each other, and
feize life in the middle current.
Girls fair, fond and friIky.
A true heart and a llout prick, can never make a
virgin fick.
Cunt upon a fawn's back, & the clergy in full cry.
May the cufiiion of life be thumb;d by the club of
vigor.
Roaft:.meat for the fpeaking mouth, and raw for
the dumb.
May the back never fail in the caufe of the tail.
The fportsman's fight in the field of delight.
The l'port of pleafure.
The marks of Cupid's archery.
May love, and reatbn be friends, and beauty and
prudence marry.
May/the ink Q.ow freely from the pen of Cupid's
clerk. .
The gral'p of nature.
Reputation tothe fond:, k declamation to the coy.
The bird in.the buffi.
The juggler 4.hat ip'tts his brains through his nofe.
I FRISKY SONGSTER. 93
A To Polly Pout and Jacky Snout.
I May a languishing'maid reap fruit from poffellion.
I May our members ftand (lifF to the commodities of
I Great-Britain.
I May the enemies of Great-Britain have a porcu-
I pine faddle, a cobweb pair of breeches, a rough
^f trotting horfe, and a long journey.
I May the fingle be married & the married be happy.
■ May we never want vigor when we come to a mi ft.
I May our joys with the fair give pleafure to the heart.
■ Miller's mufic, opening the fluices and grinding
■ Hones.
I The induitrious maid, that fcours the (tones and
1 keeps the yard clean.
■ May our prick, and purfe never fail us.
^1 he book-binder's wife, that Hitches belt in meets.
IT he linen manufactory, imock in one hand, and
I yard in the other.
■Second mourning, black cunt and white thighs.
■The munfter lals, that had rather (kin a prick
I than peal a potatoe.
■The cruel cobler, run his awl in his wife's belly,
I knock'd out his forman's brains, and hung his
I apprentices at the door,..... . -:
U FRISKY SONGSTER.
Money to him that hath fpirit to ufe it.
The Indian way of fighting, laying upon our belly
and firing through bufhes.
Life to him that hath courage to ufe it.
Here's to it and to it, and to them that can doit,
and he that can't let him newer come to it.
The pipkin' that wil (Iretch without breaking.
May the perpendicular of life be let fall on the
point of pleafure.
May the {landing man pufli his argument with vi-
- ' gor, and the falien woman fuck iced in' her
undertaking'. ^
May a {landing member never want a place to
fpend his time in.
Great men honed, and honeO men great.
Kits whom we pleafe, and pleafe whom we kifs.
The eye that weeps mod when it is bell pleafeJ.
Succcfs to the lover, honor to the brave.
Health to: the Tick, and, freedom to the iiave.
The ftv.eeteft when naked.
The dumb gl\itton,always craving after arfe meat.
!Xhe lemale reaper,' that never leaves a handful
.-.■•.: (landing.
■Girls ktcherous, Irix^d and willing.
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The lamb-like lafs, that wags her tail when fhe
receives the nipple.
The female architect, that can replace the ftones
when (lie has pulled down the lleeple.
The faireft, the brightdft, the blacked, the whit-
el!:, the faired face, the brightest eye, the black-
ed cunt and the wiiiteft thigh.
The miraculous pitcher, that holds water with
the mouth downwards.
Succcfs to the falling woman and (landing man.
The louiilain in I lair Gourt.
General 8plittaeard and his two aid-Ju-camps.
A finoolh furlace and a rough water fall.