THE
Jolly COACHMAN:
OR,
The hopeful Breed of BARNET and the other adjacent PLACES
To the Tune of, Prithee sweet Joan, etc. Licensed according to Order.
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HEard you not of Bellswager of old,
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famous for kissing Girls in the dark,
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Here is, good People, as I am told,
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just such another delicate Spark,
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He runs at all, both great and small,
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especially those that are neat and trim;
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He follow'd the pleasure of Love out of measure,
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till Therty Young Girls were with Child by him.
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He was a brawny delicate Lad,
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one that was full of Love and Good will,
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And if there was a Girl to be had,
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he would ont fail to top with her still;
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A Coachman he, was known to be,
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neor Barnet, and there did in pleasures swim;
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The Girls they did love him, and priz'd none above him,
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till Therty of them, etc.
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Oh! when he cuddel'd them in his Arms,
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and their Snowy Bubbies he kist,
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Speaking of Love's most innocent Charms,
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they had not strength, poor Girls, to resist,
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But yielded strait, young Joan, and Kate,
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in these sweet pleasures of Love they'd swim;
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They all did admire what he did require,
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till Thirty of them, etc.
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Some he would promise fairly to wed,
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others he'd tempt with Bodkins of Plate,
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There would be scarce a good Maiden-Head.
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but he would strive to purchase it strat;
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All Barnet-Town, and up and down,
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the Lasses accounted him neat and trim:
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In pleasare they sported, as is is reported,
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tell Thirty of them, etc.
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When the hot Fame of Fancy did b[urn;]
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he had no need to suffer the smart.
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Every one of these in her turn,
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pleasur'd him still according to art,
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Sweet Mistress Prue, or pretty Sue,
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and many young Lasses both neat and trim;
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His Chamber they enter'd, poor Creatures they venter'd;
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till thirty of them were with Child by him.
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As I am told, young Mistress Joan
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thought she had had him all to herself,
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So did each other, till it was known
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that he was such a slippery Olf;
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The Damsels now, protest and vow,
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they'll tear this poor Choachman limb from limb,
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They're all in a passion and cruel vexation,
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b'cause thirty of them were with Child by him.
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Then the poor Girls began to consult,
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what with this Spark was best to be done,
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Susan she said, He ought to be gelt,
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or else the World he'd soon over-run,
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No, no, quoth Nan, What spoil a Man
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I'll never yield to it, he's sweet and trim;
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How could you abuse him; I'll free excusim
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though seven times more were with Child by him
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Should we resolve to punish him thus,
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and to cut off such jewels of pride,
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Would not the World cry out against us;
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Susan, I pray, take better advice;
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In such a case, let Law take place,
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I am not for pulling him limb from limb,
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Nor am I so cruel to spoil such a jewel,
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though seven times more, etc.
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Now while their Plot they study'd to lay,
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Bridget and Joan in Labour did fall,
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Five or six more the very nevt day,
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nay, and the rest are ready to call;
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A fair young Breed he has indeed,
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of pretty young Bantlings sweet and trim
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Now each loving Mother, above any other
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they have a great kindness and love for him.
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Printed for J. Fillingham, near Golden.
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