A New SONG, of a
TAYLOR and his MAID.
It was a Friend, and one of the same Trade,
Who did desire these Verses to be made
It being truth each word that here is in't,
They did desire it might be put in Print.
To the Tune of The Black-Smithe Song, Or oh brave Popery.
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OF a pritty Jest I shall you tell,
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Of a Taylor that loved his Maid so well,
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And tha' he had a Wife, yet she bore the Bell;
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As now is made openly known brave Boys,
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As now is made openly known.
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This Jest was play'd in London City,
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'Tis certainly true, and very pritty,
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Then pray now listen unto my Ditty:
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Which now is made openly known brave Boys,
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Which now is made openly known.
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The Taylor fell Sick, and his Bed he did take;
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Crying out dear Wife my Belly doth ake,
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Then hast to the Apothecary for my sake,
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As openly now is made known brave Boys,
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As openly now is made known.
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No sooner she's gone, but he stamps with his Foot,
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The Maid run up stairs and straight they fell too't,
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Tho with scowring of Pewter she lookt like a Slut;
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As now is made openly known brave Boys,
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as now is made openly known,
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His wife being Jealous she falsifi'd back,
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Mistrusting her maid to be a great Crack,
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And found her Husband at her, a streining his back;
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O this was too openly seen brave Boys,
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O this was too openly seen.
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His Wife she was vexed and grieved so sore,
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That she cal'd her Maid Slut, bold Strumpet, & Whore
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And took her and kickt her quite out of the door:
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And openly then 'twas made known brave Boys,
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And openly then 'twas made known.
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Then unto her husband with fury and might,
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She made a loud voice, and she uttered her spight,
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Crying out you'r a Rogue, and robs me off my right;
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Which now i'le make openly known brave Boys,
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Which now i'le make openly known.
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O Husband, O Husband, if this be your Trade,
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To fain your self Sick, for to lye with your Maid,
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No more Physick i'le fetch you, mark what I have said.
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And it shall be open made known brave boys,
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And it shall be open made known.
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Her Husband desired her, her Tongue for to hold,
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And told her it was but in vain for to scould,
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For his Maid should want neither for Silver nor Gold,
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Altho' to the world it was known brave Boys, etc.
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For tho' you do grumble and at me do frown,
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And make me a shamed throughout all the Town,
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Yet my Maid shall not want for the price of a Gown:
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So long as she uses her own Boys, etc.
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He gave her a Gown of good stuff that was new,
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With a promise for ever to her to prove true,
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And her present sorrows with Joy he'd renew:
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Tho unto the World it was known brave Boys, etc.
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Her Master a Chamber for her he did take,
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And promised her kindness he'd never forsake,
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Which was the next way his Wives heart for to brake.
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As openly it is made known brave Boys, etc.
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Was ever poor Woman so serv'd by her Maid,
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And rob'd of her right by an Impudent Jade,
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Who for this long time has us'd the same Trade:
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Which now is made openly known brave Boys, etc.
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The words he replyed to his good Wife again,
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Was pray be contented and let it remain,
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For I hope for some fruits of my Labour and Pain,
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Tho' now it's made openly known brave Boys, etc.
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So in my Conclusion this end I do make,
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Wishing that all Maids hereby warning may take,
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That they give no more Physick to cure belly-ake:
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For fear to their shame it be known brave Boys, etc.
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For why this young Maid for certain and sure,
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Turnd Doctor too soon her Master to cure,
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But now for her pains, she is counted a Whore.
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As openly now is made known brave Boys,
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As openly now is made known.
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