From their Faces the Sweat ran down to be seen, But fure I am, much more from their Arfes; For had you but feen't, you then would have fworn, You never beheld the like fince you were born. Here they did fling, and there they did hoift Here a hot Breath, and there went a Savour Here they did glance, and there they did gloift; Here they did fimper, and there they did flaver ; Here was a Hand, and there was a Placket, Whilft, hey! their Sleeves went flicket-aflacket. The Dance being ended, they sweat and they ftunk, The Maidens did fmirk it, the Youngsters did kifs 'em ; Cakes and Ale flew about, they clapp'd Hands and drunk, They laugh'd and they giggl'd until they bepift 'em ; They laid the Girls down, and gave each a green Mantle, While their Breafts and their Bellies went pintle-a-pantle. SONG LIX. When the Kine, &c. Hen the Kine had giv'n a Pail full, W And the Sheep came bleating home; Doll who knew it would be healthful, O'er the Land, Sir, As they walked to and fro; Tom made jolly Love to Dolly, But was anfwer'd, No, no, no, no, &c. Faith, fays Tom, the Time is fitting, 52 You can never get from Knitting, And alone too, No one by to fee or know ; And fome dry Bobs, Cry'd, you're a Fool to argue fo Come, come, Dolly, fhall I? fhall I ? And drank Brimmers to the best, &, And thought no Harm Till after a brifk Pint or two, To what he faid, the filly Maid Could hardly bring out, No, no, no, no, &c. She swore he was the prettieft Fellow In the Country or the Town, And began to grow fo mellow, On the Couch he laid her down; For to woe her, Thinking this the Time to try: Something past so kind at last, Her No was chang'd to I, I, I, I, &G.. Closely then they join'd their Faces, Both now lying, Panting, dying, Calms fucceed the ftormy Joy, Tom would fain renew't again, And the confents with I, I, I, I, &c. WIts pleafing Pow'r admire ; E all to conqu❜ring Beauty bow, But I ne'er knew a Face 'till now, And like Men gazing on the Sun, Soft as the tender moving Sighs, A Mien like awful Majefty, The Patriarch to gain a Wife, Chaft, Beautiful, and Young: SONG LXI. Belinda's pretty, &c. B ELINDA's pretty, pretty, pleafing Form Her prittle-prattle, tittle-tattle's all engaging, moft obliging; D V hilft I'm preffing, clafping, kiffing, How like an Angel fhe panting lies, the pant- SONG LXII. Let not Love, &c. L ET not Love, let not Love on me, on me bestow, Soft Diftrefs, foft Diftrefs, and tender Wee; I know none, no, no, no, none but fubftantial Eager Glances, eager Glances, folid Kiffes: But all, all, all, all, all the Joy, Prithee give me, prithee give me gentle Boy, None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy, But all, all, all, all, the Joy. S Amoret and Thyrfis lay? A$ As Amoret and Thyrfis lay; Melting, melting, melting, melting the Hours in gentle Play, Joyning, joyning, joyning Faces, mingling Kiffes, Mingling Kiffes, mingling Kiffes, and exchanging harmless Bliffes: He trembling cry'd with eager, eager Hafte, Let me, let me, let me feed, oh! oh! oh! let me, let me, Let me, let me feed, oh! oh! oh! oh! let me, let me, let me feed as well as taste. I dye, dye, dye, dye, dye, I dye, Now come to One and Twenty, My Father left me all he had, Both Gold and Silver plenty : Now he's in Grave, I will be brave, The Ladies fhall adore me; I'll court and kifs, what Hurt's in this, My Father was a thrifty Sir, Some fay he was an Ufurer, For Thirty in the Hundred : He fcrapt and scratcht, the pincht and patcht, That in her Body bore me; But I'll let fly, good. Caufe why, My Father was born before me. |