The ANSWER to
The London Lasses Folly:
OR,
The New-found Father Discover'd at the Camp.
You Maidens that are kind and free.
I plainly must confess;
Be careful of Virginity,
'twill be your Happiness.
Tune is, The Journey-man Shooe-maker. This may be Printed, R. L. S.
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Y Ou Maidens wild, that were beguil'd
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come listen to my Ditty,
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A story strange I will relate,
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was done in London City:
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I was a Damsel fair and free,
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or a wanton Miss more rather,
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I was beguil'd, and got with-Child,
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but could not tell the Father.
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But when I found my Belly swell,
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O what a case was I in?
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I then began for to provide
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some Clouts against Down-lying:
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It troubled me exceedingly,
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I could by no means gather,
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Who me beguil'd, and got the Child,
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but now I have found the Father.
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In this sad plight, both day and night,
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my restless Brains were beating,
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Who it should be, that flattered me,
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and call'd me Love and Sweeting:
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Sometimes I thought a Carpenter ,
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and then a Glover rather,
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But none of them did prove the Man,
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for now I have found the Father.
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Neither was it a Butcher bold,
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no Baker nor no Brewer ,
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While I in this sad pickle lay,
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what pains did I endure?
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No Serving-man I thought it was,
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and then my mind would waver,
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But now I find, content in mind,
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for I have, etc.
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So many Men I dealt withal,
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that I could not conjecture,
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Whether it were some Citizen,
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or some Debauched Hector;
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A Souldier bold, did me infold
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in Arms fast clutcht together,
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He, I believe, did me deceive,
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and needs must be the Father.
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Then to the Camp straightway went I,
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to see if I could view him,
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But tho' he stood before my eye,
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alas! I little knew him;
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He lookt on me, and blusht to see
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we two should meet together,
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My Belly great, he stroaked straight,
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and said he was the Father.
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O then my Boy did leap for joy,
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and I was much contented,
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That had long time, for this my Crime,
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been wofully tormented;
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And in mine eyes, he joy espies,
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that we were met together,
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Away went I immediately,
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and married my Childs Father.
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Now let false Man say what he can,
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I Lawfully am Marry'd,
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If I could not have found him than,
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I grosly had miscarry'd;
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I'le say no more, that Danger's o're,
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and we well met together,
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Assuredly my Boy shall be
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a Souldier like his Father.
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He for his King and Country's right,
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shall be a Vindication,
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And manfully against them Fight,
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who would disturb the Nation;
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Then let us sing, God bless the King,
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and Subjects all together,
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I am, you see, from sorrow free,
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my Child has got a Father.
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FINIS.
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