The Rambling young Gallant
Newly set up for himself.
That Courts young Wenches night and day,
And with them he can bravely Play;
And for his Sport they give him Money,
They pay him well, and call him Honey:
That he does bear the Bell away,
Amongst the Females every day;
They are brave Lasses I do swear,
That will maintain a Man so rare.
To the Tune of, Jenny come tye my bonny Cravat. By Robert Tippin.
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I Am a brisk Gallant, all this I can tell,
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I make use of my Wits, and I live very well;
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I Court up young Wenches, and tell them a fair tale,
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And to give me Money they never do fail:
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There's ne'r a Free-holder in England doth dwell,
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That doth live better than I do with my Girl.
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I hugg them and kiss them both Evening and Morn,
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Mall's as good a Wench as ever was born;
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She takes it so kindly, and thinks in no scorn,
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When I play with her Mouse-trap & do her a good turn
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There's never, etc.
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Besides there is Dolly, she's as right as my Legg,
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Before I shall want she swears she will begg;
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She gave me five Guinnies to come to her Bed,
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What need I to work more, or trouble my head?
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There's never, etc.
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There is Betty I swear, for all she looks so sower,
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When she sees my face she swears she has no power;
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But we must into the Chamber for one half hour,
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Then she'l furnish my Pocket again with some Lower:
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There's never, etc.
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There is bonny Kate with her rowling eye,
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If I stay long away she is ready to cry;
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And when I do come, she will lay all work by,
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And Clip me and Kiss me, and then who but I?
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There's never, etc.
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There is whining Jane for all she looks so thin,
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Is as good as the rest for to play a fresh Game:
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And I must be brisk with her when I do begin,
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Then Money comes into my Pockets agen:
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There's ne'r a Free-holder in England doth dwell,
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That does live better than I do with my Girl.
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The seoond part, to the same Tune.
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ANd Sarah the Lace-maker, she is compleat,
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She sets Meat before me as long as I'de eat,
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But before I do go I must needs do the Feat,
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And shew my self loving, I am pay'd well for that:
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There's ne'r, etc,
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And Bridget is as willing as any Girl in the Town,
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Let me come when I will, she will give me a Crown;
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Then her Mag-pye is Wanton, and we must lie down,
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There's no cloaths wears better then a new green gown
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There's ne'r, etc.
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And little short Hannah must not be forgot,
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She'l sport and she'l play with the thing you know what
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She'l hold up her Cunny-Ball and cling to the full,
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Then she'l give me Money, is not this a good Girl?
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There's ne'r, etc.
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And thus you may see what a Trade I have got,
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I have Money in my pocket, & brave cloths to my back
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I go like a Lord in a Coach every day,
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I need not fear wanting, my Girls they will pay:
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There's ne'r, etc.
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The times they be hard, and I must use my Art,
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At every turn I must have a Sweet-heart;
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I pleasure their humours as right as a hair,
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Then I cannot want Money there is no great fear:
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There's ne'r, etc.
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I had best to conclude, and not speak too long,
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Lest any young Maid should chance for to long;
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But yet there is help enough to be found,
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Unless that young-men they be high bound:
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There's ne'r a Free-holder in England doth dwell,
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That does live better then I do with my Girl.
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