Sport upon Sport:
OR, The Man in the S------
Maids where are your hearts become look ye what here is.
Being a true Relation of a Pleasant Fellow that in the attire of a Woman lay with several
Maids, and got them with Child.
To the Tune of, Daniel Cooper.
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A Lusty Lad there was of late,
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that did himself disguise Sir,
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Known by the Name of bonny K ate ,
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this trick he did devise Sir:
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To lye with melting-Maids all night,
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but for a while did smother,
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The flame that soon grew fierce & bright,
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such force has Cupids Mother.
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A Gown and Petticoat he wore,
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and for a maid he passes,
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A tender Maid that ne're knew more,
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then raw-young Country Lasses:
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That singing sit and milk their Cows,
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whose pleasures are mee'r shaddows,
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But he lov'd stroaking soft brown brows,
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to milk the maids in meadows.
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Among the maids there was a Lass,
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that did the rest excell [si]r,
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Whose Beauty Lillies [?] surpass,
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whose Blushes Roses [t]ell Sir:
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She burn'd, but bashful shame and f[ear]
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did hinder her desire,
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Yet often sigh'd for her youn[g] [d]ear
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and fann'd young Cupids f[ire.]
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These two together lay in Bed,
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and talkt of womens blisses,
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Talkt of each others maiden-heads,
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and talkt of empty Kisses:
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Which fir'd the Youth that he began,
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himself for to discover,
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He told her that he was a man
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and was her onely Lover.
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Thrice fairer then my self he said.
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since we have time and leisure,
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Be neither coy, nor be afraid,
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let me unlock thy Treasure:
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Thy breasts like lovely fruit do swell,
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and raise my passion higher,
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Thy beauty does so much excell,
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I burn with wanton fire.
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So fair a maid was born for Love,
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let not sweet time be wasted,
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From thy soft armes I'le not remove,
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till I the fruit have tasted:
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I will not let advantage slip,
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so near the brink of pleasure,
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I'le seize upon thy tempting Lip,
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and feast me without measure.
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At last the tender Nymph did yield,
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unto the youths desire,
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And conquering beauty got the Field,
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and cool'd the Lovers fire:
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She cur'd him of a wanton wound,
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although she seem'd unwilling,
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How sweet is Cupids pleasing wound,
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how sweet two Doves a Billing.
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Now quick Desire hath caught his prey,
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and feeds, yet never filleth,
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The Courted Nymph does now obey,
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and gives him what he willeth:
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The pleasures are too sweet to tell
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so sweet that Nan , and Nell sir,
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Came oft to drink a this same Well,
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and made their Bellies swell sir.
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The Cunning Rover lay all night,
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upon the panting P[illow],
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And hit the black, and hit the white,
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like a brisk jolly fellow:
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What should their farther now be said,
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to make a song John Dory ,
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In that he got their Maiden heads,
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and thus Concludes the story.
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