The Young-Man[']s New Way
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COURT-SHIP:
Wherein he shows the Willingness of all Young Maidens to
Comply with Mens Desires, notwithstanding their seeming-Coyness.
And likewise the good Entertainment he [re]ceived from them, and the
Bountiful Gi[f]ts bestowed on him, to his great Joy and Satisfaction.
This Young-Man go[e]s awooing, and pretends
To Court fine Girls, but 'tis for his own ends
For when that he his will of them has had,
He straiga[w]ay leaves them full of grief, & sad
To a pleasant New Tune, called, The Ramp.
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C Ome brave Young-men lend an ear,
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Hear is my art of Courting rare;
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I am a Gallant belongs to the trade,
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To Kiss and Court a pritty Maid:
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When under her Apron I do peep,
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My mind doth wander and doth creep
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To be Courting, and Sporting,
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Like Hero and Leander .
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When I first into England came,
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I thought Courting was a pritty Game;
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And it much Delighted me,
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To dance a Lady on my Knee:
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But now good Sir, I need Court none,
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For first comes Betty , and then comes Jone ;
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With a tread on my toe, she answers so,
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Then to the Tavern walk we.
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The Second Part, To the same Tune.
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I N the Tavern we have Wine good store,
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We sing and Drink, and likewise Roar;
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Run Drawer, run, then we do cry,
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There's none leads so merry a life as I:
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For hear we sit from morning till night,
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And spend our time in rare Delight:
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In Closets warm we catch no harm,
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In time of all our Sporting:
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When night comes on, away I'm gone,
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And leaves the Reckoning to pay, alone:
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So I do serve them day by day,
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I scorn a Farthing for to pay.
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These Girls to me are all alike,
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For if I see Gold to be sure I'le strike:
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But if they have none, away I am gone,
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my Company's not for them.
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In London I have Girls good store,
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And likewise all the Country o're,
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For rare Delights in every part,
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Able to Captivate a Souliers heart:
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He would be glad to lose the Field,
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To see the rare Delights they yield:
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With a Rampo, I please them so,
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They Sing and Dance Couragio.
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Sometimes my Girls will come Aboard;
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With Cakes and Bottels of wine well stor'd,
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Then down we sit upon the dack,
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We break their Cakes and drink their Sack;
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And when we have done we walk below,
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Where Amorous Sport to my Girls I show:
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With a Rampo I please her so,
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She Laughs out-right Couragio.
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So I Court Mary , Betty , Jone ,
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For I am resolv'd to marry with none;
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For if they ask me for to marry,
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I whisper Jone and bids her tarry:
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And straight I unto Betty hye,
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And puts her off with some new Reply;
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So farily and warily,
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I shake her off most rarely.
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This is the rare Delight of mine,
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I eat good Cakes, and Drink good Wine:
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My Girls will give me Gold good store,
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To buy New Cloaths when mine are tore:
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I nothing for my House-Rent pay,
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For with my Girls I am every day,
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In Closets warm, we catch no harm,
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In time of all our Sporting.
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Thus you see how bravely I live,
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I always take and nothing give,
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Yet still I am both fine and brave,
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And what I want I always have:
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For if I do but say the Word,
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They know I must not be withstood:
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'Tis my Delight both day and night,
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To be trading with young Wenches.
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