The Trappand Taylor: Or,
A pretty Discovery, how a Taylor was cheated, and Married to a beggar-wench,
taking her to be a Country Gentlewoman, she having good apparel, which an
old Bawd had lent her, intending to use her as a necessary Instrument to pro-
mote her trade. And may serve for a general warning to all the rest of that
Finical Society.
To the Tune of, The loving Lad, and coy Lass; Or wanton Willy, etc. J.P.
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COme hear a song, and a very fine Song,
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'tis neither of Sea-men nor Saylor:
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To tell you the truth this bonny young Youth
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was a finnikin vapouring Taylor.
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It was in the prime of Cucumber time
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when Taylors have very much leisure.
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This gallant so nimble did cast by his thimble
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and sport away time for his pleasure.
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A Beggar wench chanced to London to come,
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a Girl that had very good features,
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And begging about an old Bawd spi'd her out
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for why, we have store of such creatures.
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This cunning, old, crafty, and subtile piece;
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she finding the Lasse was willing,
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She took the wench in and washed her clean,
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and put her on very good Linnen.
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She pulled off her rags, and gave her black-bags
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and made her as fine as may be,
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She looked so smug, she was not like Jugg
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for she was as brisk as a Lady.
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She taught her the trade, to pass for a Maid,
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after she had been twenty times used;
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And thus silly fools, are cheated like gulls,
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being bafled and basely abused.
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She used her art, and acted her part,
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as if she had been an old stander:
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She liked the trade, far better she said,
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than abroad in the Country to wander.
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Oft times as the door, like a crafty young whore
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she stood, for to tempt in her Cullies,
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When once they were in, she taught them to sin,
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and dearly they paid for their follies.
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WHilst she did frisk, this Taylor so brisk,
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it was his chance for to spy her,
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She ravisht his heart before he would part,
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he hop'd to injoy his desire.
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For verily she, pretended to be
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a Country Gentlemans Daughter
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Come up the last Term, new fashions to learn
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but mark how she fitted him after.
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His trade he defies in hope of this prize,
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he now was a man worth regarding,
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He gave her rich gifts to purchase his drifts;
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for he was in hopes of a bargain.
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By little and little she seemed to yeild,
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being moved she said by his carriage,
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Provided that he would likewise agree
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to joyn with her in lawful marriage.
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He made no stay, but without delay,
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this couple was privately married,
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He thought by this plot a rich heir he had got
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but I think he had better a tarryed.
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For when the Bawd found out their design,
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she vowed to have satisfaction:
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The Taylor she said, enough had not paid,
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so she presently entred an Action.
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And then she did knap, the novice i'th trap
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to pay for his wives apparel:
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That she had her lent it made him repent,
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but it was but in vain for to quarrel.
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She stript the fair Bride, he standing beside.
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like a man that would scorn to disown her,
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He ceased his brags when he saw his wiv's rags
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& wisht that he never had known her.
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The rags they were known for to be her own
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to take them again she had reason:
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And since she did catch a blade that could patch
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he had botching work for a whole season.
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And thus the Taylor was finely trappand,
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he curst, he swore, and he vapor'd.
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It made him to stare, and tear off his hair,
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like a pig in a halter he capor'd.
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He skipt & he jumpt, but sure he was mumpt
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as well as ever was any:
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A Begger wench bride to lie by his side,
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might please him as well as a many.
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And now we will leave him to kiss up his wife
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for she's enough cool his courage,
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Let Taylors beware and have a great care
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how they joyn with such Beggars in Marriage
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But least that my song may be tedious & long,
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I'le end it with hey down derry
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For I put it in Rime, this Cucumber time
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that Taylors may laugh and be merry.
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FINIS.
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