The Jovial Lass:
OR
DOLL and ROGER
As Roger went the Land to Plow,
he did Unlight by the way:
And there he spy'd Doll Milking a Cow,
and too't they went I say.
The Tune is, Robin Hood and the Stranger.
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A S Roger did rise in the morning betimes,
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with a hey down, down an a down,
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and riding his Horse to the Plow,
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Down in a Meadow the good Horson spy'd,
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Doll milking of the Cow.
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He Lashed his Horse, and off he leaps,
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with a hey, etc.
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and into the Meadow he flies,
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which started the Cow; poor Doll follow'd after,
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till she was wet up to the Thighs.
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pox take you, (quod Doll ) for frighting my Cow
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with a hey, etc.
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don't you know the cold Dew's on the Grass,
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Tho no stockings I have my smock it is wet,
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that the Tears run down my Arse.
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I am sorry (quoth Roger ) that thou dost so weep
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with a hey, etc.
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if I have done thee any harm,
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I'le go naked my self and lend thee my Shirt
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to keep thy Body warm.
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Q Uoth Doll, dost think I thou tell thee a Lye,
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with a hey, etc.
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I prethee come hither and see,
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Doll falls on her nock, & pulls up her Smock,
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that Roger her Merking might see.
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Gods-bobs (quoth Roger ) what's that so black,
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with a hey, etc.
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that lies between thy Thighs,
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Oh foolish Hodge, it is a fine to y,
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i'le not leave it for both thy eyes.
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Quoth Roger, why valuest it at such a high rate,
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with a hey, etc.
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I speak it for no disgrace
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I've a thin in my Breeches, sweet Doll how it itches
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that hath a more Comlier face.
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Then Roger put in a man like face,
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with a hey, etc.
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and feels Dolls Belly as soft as silk,
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Quoth Doll be doing or else i'le be going,
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for faith I shall spend my Milk:
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Be doing of what (quoth foolish Roger )
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with a hey, etc.
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I do not thee understand,
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Thou Horson fool give hither thy Tool,
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and i'le put it in with my hand.
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Then Roger did roundly unto his work fall,
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with a hey, etc.
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he heaves he firks he strains,
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O Doll (quoth he) what tickleth this,
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and runneth down my Reins.
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Oh foolish Hodge 'tis Milk (Quoth D oll )
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with a hey, etc.
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'this pleasant 'tis good 'tis neat,
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Oh, I had rather stroak a Man,
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than draw at the Cows Teat.
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When the sport was done D oll was nimble and brisk
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with a hey, etc.
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but Roger that Clownish Fool,
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Like a great Mome to his Mother wenthome.
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and swore he had lost his Tool.
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