The Young-Man's Ramble;
Or, The Horse can Trot, and the Mare can Amble.
Here's Clipping and Kissing, with store of Delights,
with Friskings, and Frolick, as seldom is seen;
To sport all the day time, and play in the nights,
where Young-men and maiden did meet on a Green.
To a gallant New Tune, called, Andrew and Maudlin.
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ANdrew, Maudlin, Rebecka, and Will,
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pretty pegg with Joseph and Mary,
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Peter the Plummer and Miles of the Mill,
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Bess of the Buttery and Doll of the Dairy;
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They went and gathered young Primroses,
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To make them sundry sorts of posies.
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William put on his Holiday jacket,
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Grissel put in her Russet Gray,
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Meg had a Ribbon hung down to her placket,
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and so they went gingling all the way:
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To solace their Lives and sweeten their labour,
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They met on a green with a pipe and a tabour.
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Frinkham Frankham is a fine dance,
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young Tib did trip it on her toes,
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And Joan came into the place by chance,
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whose cheeks were like the Crimson Rose
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They coupled themselves like birds of a feather,
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And footed it finely altogether.
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Jane began to justle with Thomas,
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Humphrey thought to find her there;
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Yet Nelly forsooth did fail in her promise,
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be cause she did not like his ware.
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Tis a dainty thing to handle a Baby,
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And Joan in the dark is as good as my Lady
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Kester took Hester by the hand,
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come play us a tune thou trusty trout,
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A match quoth Roger and if it doth stand,
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and so they jumbled round a bout:
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With salingers round, and the French Canaries
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That passed Jack pudding and all his fegaries.
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Ralph got Rachel about the middle,
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and Simon sucked up all the Eggs,
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phillip did with play his Bag-pipe and Fiddle,
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while jumping Joan did shake her Legs:
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Her apron was white and her petticoat red,
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And they were most sweetly brought to bed.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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PAul the Peddler is a boon blade,
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and the Broom-man is another,
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For they belong to the tribe of Gad,
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and learn'd this action of their Mother:
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Tom Tinkers ware is special mettle,
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And Denis did smile like a firmery Kettle.
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Richards feather will never leave wagging,
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James and Nan into the Colehole are gotten,
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And simple Nick will never leave braging,
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because his father is dead and rotten:
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When Jack from Mary her portion hath got,
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Tis need that makes the old wife trot.
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Robins nose will never leave droping,
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hang up sorrow cast away care,
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And Cupid catch'd young Sarah naping,
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as Moss by chance did catch his Mare:
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Her apron is too short before,
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Which made poor Margery cry full sore.
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Old Smell smock Sam delights to vow,
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for love will creep where it cant go,
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Neds Nose will serve for a poor mans Saw,
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and Kate did tread wupon his toe:
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Young men do love to be with Maids,
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And Gillian was like the Queen of Spaids,
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Clem the Carrier is come home,
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and brought to town good fish and mustard,
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pricsilla did dance a Jig with Tom,
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which made his buttocks quake like a Custard
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With cliping and kissing and kind embraces,
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The young-men tumbl'd about with their Lasses.
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Jockey and Jenny with Arthur of Bradly,
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Roger of Coverly and his consort,
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Did trick and trim it wonderfully madly,
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and so they concluded and ended their sport:
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The Horse can trot and the Mare can amble.
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And so I end my Country Ramble.
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FINIS.
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