Jenny Crack : or, A brisk Encounter between two Lov[er]s.
Shewing the brave behaviour of a young Gallant, that storm'd his Mistris's out-works, gained her
Half-Moo[n], entred her Fort-Royal; but she at last rallying her Forces, baffled his Sentinells, made
him draw off his men, and himself was forced to sneak out of her Sally-port sadly disabled.
To a new Tune much in request, call'd, I told young Jenny, etc.
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I Told young Jenny I lov'd her well,
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With a zeal that I thought wou'd have mov'd her,
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For I gave her earnest in hand to boot,
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And I knew by the bargain I tould stand to't:
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But the Gypsie cunningly taught by her sire,
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Cry'd mar[r]y or else forsake me;
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When you've fill'd my belly, and your desire,
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You'l be d[a]mn'd before you will take me.
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But her old Dad of his own accord,
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Did make himself as Drunk as a Lord,
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An hopes to find it a Wedding-day,
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S[o] I took up my Jenny and cary'd her away.
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Let her scratch and bite, let her kick and wince,
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Now i've got her into my Clutches:
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She's witty and fair, she's a Gem for a Prince,
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And in time she may be a Dutchess.
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We took a Lodging and went to bed,
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And I thought to have met with a Maiden-head;
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Within her quarters no sooner I got,
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But the Jade in merriment cry'd you Sot,
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Thou'rt as great a bubble as ever was seen,
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so idly thy self to Cozen:
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Thou look'st for a Maiden-head at fifteen,
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which thou'lt hardly find at a dozen.
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For Women so forward of late are grown,
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That their fruit is ripe as soon as 'tis blown,
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Some marry their daughters at half a score,
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Or else at eleven they'd play the Whore:
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If a girl be wise: as soon as she can,
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she'l be rid of her troublesome jewel,
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And certainly nothing but oyl of man,
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can allay the heat of her fuel.
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She made me laugh, and I could not forbear,
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To think she had fitted my Cock to a hair,
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And yet you must know I was vext at the heart,
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To find an old bull[y] out-done in his art:
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For when so modest her looks I found,
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i'de have ventur'd my life to a shilling,
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If a man would have given a thousand pound,
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Young Jenny would ne'r ha, been billing.
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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W Hen first I knew her she made me stand,
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And wait a while for a kiss of her hand;
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But when I came to a touch of her Lip,
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'Twas so cloying a favour I must but sip:
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When I felt her breast she cry'd I was bold,
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And checkt me for being uncivil:
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But when I came to her Coppy-hold,
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I found her as mad as the Devil.
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Then since I saw she was right for the sport,
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I resolv'd to be leager and enter the fort,
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As soon as my Centinel came to the gate,
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I put him a nocking because it was late.
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And the Garrison readily spoke within,
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Your party may safely adventure,
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For I am as willing to let you in,
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As ever you was to enter.
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No sooner within the gates had I got,
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But I thought it convenient to give her a shot,
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And she from a morter-piece that she had,
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Let fly a Granado I thought her mad.
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But when I gave her a fresh alarm,
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She told me I did but vapour,
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For the bullets I shot would do her no harm,
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No more than pellets of paper.
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So oft we charg'd that she baffled my men,
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Till they sneak'd at her sally-port out agen,
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My ammunition I found was spent,
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So I put on my cloaths and away I went.
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Ah Jenny said I, I must bid thee adieu,
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'Tis a folly to stay any longer,
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For still I found that the weaker I grew,
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Young Jenny grew stronger and stronger.
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Thus you have heard me fully relate,
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The tricks that Jenny and I have been at:
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But what will be the event of our blows,
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I think O'my conscience no body knows.
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But if my tackling shou'd be spoil'd,
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I faith I shall look like a Ninny:
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And if my Mistriss should prove with child,
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The worst will fall upon Jenny .
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