Trap, Or, The Young Lass:
To the Tune of, Traps Delight: Or, I know what I know.
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I (A Young Lass,) have been courted by many,
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Of all sorts and trades, as ever was any:
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A spruce habberdasher did first speak me fair,
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But I would have nothing to do with small ware;
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My thing is my own, and I'le keep it so still,
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Yet other young Lasses may do what they will.
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A Factor (that lately come out of the Straights,
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And brag'd of his Riches, and of his Sea-Freights)
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Had a mind to a Swop, or Bargain with me,
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But I would not barter my Commodity:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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[A] notable Captain ( I ne'r saw the like)
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would fain have bin charging me with his half pike,
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But I put him by, from doing the feat,
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And then my brave Captain did make a retreat.
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My thing is my own, etc.
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A Sweet-sented Courtier did give me a Kiss,
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And promis'd me Mountains if I would be his,
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But I'le not believe him, for it is too true,
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Some Courtiers do promise, much more then they do:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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A fine man of Law, did come out of the Strand,
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To plead his own cause with a Fee in his hand;
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He made a brave motion, but that would not do
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For I did dismiss him, and Non-suit him too:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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NExt came a young fellow, (a Notable Spark)
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With green bag & ink-horn (a Justices Clark)
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He pul'd out his Warrant to make all appear,
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But I sent him away with a flea in his ear:
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My thing is my own, and I'le keep it so still,
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Let other young Lasses may do what they will.
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A Master of Musick came with an intent,
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To give me a Lesson on my Instrument;
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I thankt him for nothing, and bid him be gone,
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For my little Fiddle should not be plaid on:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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Then came a French Doctor in with a good grace,
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And would have been feeling my Pulse i'th wrong place;
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He talkt of a Blister, and then away stole,
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But he would have given it me at the wrong hole:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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An Usurer came, with abundance of Cash,
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But I had no mind to come under his lash;
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He profferd me Jewels; and great store of Gold,
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But I would not morgage my little Free-hold:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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An Old Fornicator full sixty and seav'n,
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That had not a hair left betwixt him & heav'n;
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Would fain have been fumbling one night in the dark
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But he had the same sauce as the Justices Clark:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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Then came a trim Barber (a Notable Blade)
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Who knew well enough what belong'd to the trade;
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He would have been kissing, and clipping of me,
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But I had no mind to such Shavers as he:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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A blunt Lieutenant surprized my Placket,
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And fiercely began to rifle, and sack it,
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I mustred my spirits up, and became bold,
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And forc'd my Lieutenant to quit his strong hold;
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My thing is my own, etc.
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A crafty young Bumpkin, that was very rich,
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And us'd with his Bargains to go thorough stich;
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Did tender a sum, but it would not avail,
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That I would admit him my Tenant in Tayl:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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A fine dapper Taylor (with's yard in his hand)
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Did proffer his service to be at command;
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He talk'd of a slit I had above my knee,
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But I'le have no Taylor stitch that up for me:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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A Gentleman that did talk much of his grounds,
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His horses, his setting-dogs, and his grey-hounds,
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Put in for a course, and he us'd all his art,
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But he mist of his sport, for Puss would not start:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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A young Academick new come from the Schooles,
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(Who thinks other people all asses and fooles)
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Began to chop Logick, and gave me a Buss,
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But I put him quickly unto a Non plus:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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A fine man of Art would have taught me to dance,
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Who had been in Flanders, as well as in France)
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A Jigg A-la-mode, that I never learn't yet,
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But I had no mind to dance after his Kit:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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A pretty young Squire, new come to the Town,
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To empty his Pockets, and so to go down;
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Did proffer a kindness, but I would have none,
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The same that he us'd to do to his Maid Jone:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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A brisk younger brother next entred the list,
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He came all in Querpo, and modishly kist,
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He sweetly did sing, and neatly did trip it,
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But could not prevail to turn up my Tippet:
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My thing is my own, etc.
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Now here I could reckon a hundred and more,
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Besides all the Gamesters recited before;
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That made their addresses in hopes of a snap,
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But as young as I was, I understood TRAP:
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My thing is my own, and I'le keep it so still,
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Until I be marry'd, say men what they will.
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FINIS.
With Allowance
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