LAUGH and lie DOWN:
OR, A
DIALOGUE
Between a young Gentleman and his Sweetheart, as they sat upon the Banks of the Kel-
der; a little above the Bridge of Brighouse, in Yorkshire, on March the First; both being
Inhabitants within the said Township. Tune of, As I was walking one snu shining day.
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AS I was a walking one eveing most clear,
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By the bank of a River I chanc'd for to hear,
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A young Man, and a Virgin of beauty and fame,
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But for fear to disgrace her, i'll not tell her name:
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This young Man did hand her along on the way,
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And unto the Virgin I heard him to say,
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I love thee my Jewel, the joys of my heart,
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From the foot, to the crown upmost lovely thou art.
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Then she answer'd him quickly, You do not me love,
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You sp[e]ak but in jest, only me for to prove:
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But what makes your hand to be fumbling here?
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It makes me to shake and to tremble for f[ear],
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That you should o're come me, & make me submit
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To your will and pleasure; but, alas! I'm not fit:
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For want of possessions you will not me chuse,
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But just for the present my body t'abuse.
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No, no my sweet Jewell, it shall not be so,
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For if thou fear that, then away will I go:
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And along the green meadows I think I must walk,
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Then let us part quickly, and cease all our talk;
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Then farewell, adieu, for no longer I'll stay,
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Well what haste are you in? she gently did say:
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I would not have Lovers to break in a rage,
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For before that should be I'll be your Foot-page.
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Then back with all haste he turn'd to her again,
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And began to salute her and kiss her amain;
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But his hand play'd at all alike, but i'll not swear
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For all the King's ransom, what as they play'd there.
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But this I will say, yea, and swear it to boot,
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And boldly affirm it, if I be put to't,
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That they made a bargain to laugh and lie down,
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For a goodly black hood & a gallant Serge-gown.
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And then they fell to it with might & with main,
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And when they had done once they fell to it again,
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What liquor she had got, I cannot well say,
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But this I am sure she went reelining away.
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And as they were a walking the Thresh did sing
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With a voice so delightful it would please a King,
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Cease, cease, said the young Man, the Air for the fill,
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For thou hast sung well, and I have not danc'd ill.
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And now with this Item, I intent to conclude,
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Because that my lines are both simple and rude,
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See that once of you Maids to bluch or look red
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With this Song, but the Parties on whom it was made.
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Licens'd according to Order.
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