A New SONG,
CALLED,
The Happy Young-Man,
OR, THE
VIRGIN betray'd.
Tune of, Billy and Molly. This may be Printed, R. P.
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B Y a Brook beneath a shade,
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one Eveing in hott weather,
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There I say a Pritty Maid
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was going for to bath her,
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She sat Gazing on the stream,
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and thought no person did espy her,
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She sweetly sang, but did not dream,
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that I lay hid so nigh her.
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She pluckt off her rich attire,
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and on the bank she threw it,
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My poor heart was set on fire,
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with lying close to view it,
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She expos'd her Golden hair;
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which Gentle Breaths od Air Saluted,
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No Nimph could have lookt so fair,
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or with her Charms disputed.
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She undrest unto her Smock,
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and put her foot i'th' water,
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At first 'twas cold, she drew it back,
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but put in both soon after,
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Then she pluckt off Smock and all,
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and show'd her tender Tempting Belly,
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Her pretty hand so white and small,
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hid what I dare not tell ye.
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In she ran with eager hast,
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least some might her discover,
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And stood in above her Wast,
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and washt her self all over,
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Her snowy Breast so round and fair,
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was such a powerful temptation,
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Nothing could with her compare,
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e're since the Worlds Creation.
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I no longer could forbear,
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or such restraint endure,
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But undrest as quick as Air,
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and in I leapt unto her,
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She cry'd out, and flounc'd about,
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but I her Tender wast surrounded,
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In my Arms I brought her out,
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for fear she should be drownded.
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I her snowey limbs embrac't,
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she Cry'd Good Sir my honour,
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I swore I the Joys would Tast,
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and down I fell upon her,
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Ne'r was Man so highly blest,
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with such a fair and Charming Creature;
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I lay panting on her breast,
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admiring every feature.
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She like to the Sun Arose,
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in any Summers Morning,
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Blushing she put on her Cloaths,
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who wanted no adorning,
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She betwixt a smile and frown,
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not vext, nor pleas'd, at my embraces,
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Modestly put on her Gown,
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and hid her Charming graces.
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Now Good Sir, I pray, said she,
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lets Joyn our hearts together,
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In bonds of all felicity,
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that nothing can dissever,
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I replied, with all my heart,
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such lasting Joys were worth possessing,
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Here's my hand, we'll never part,
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but Cherish such a Blessing.
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