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Kentish Frolick,
OR,
Sport upon Sport.
Being an Account of Six Young Maidens, who, Swiming in a Ri-
ver near Canterbury , was suddenly surprised by Six Young Men,
who, after sporting with them in the River, took away their
Smocks, Gowns and Petticoats, which occasioned much Mirth
and pleasant Pastime.
Tune of, Let Mary love long . Licensed according to Order .
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A Frolick of late
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Was near C anterbury ,
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Six Lasses right merry,
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Joan, Bridget, and Kate ,
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Doll, Nancy and Sue ,
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On a hot Summers day,
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These all took their way,
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Brisk, Buxom and Trim,
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To a pleasant River,
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To a pleasant River,
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Resolving to Swim.
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Quoth Joan , I declare,
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I'll show you a River,
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Where seldom, or never,
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Young Gallants come there,
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Thus private we be,
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Though our skins we expose
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When we strip off our Cloaths,
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'Tis private I know,
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We'll all in together,
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We'll all in together,
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Come Girls let us go,
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T H[us] being agreed,
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They tripp[']d on together,
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Like Birds of a Feather,
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Then c[om]ing with speed,
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To the River side.
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In the grass they sat down,
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Where each Lass [?] her Gown,
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And Smicket likewise,
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To see them all naked,
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To see them all naked,
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Would dazle your eyes.
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First Joan did begin,
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And cry'd follow after,
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For warm is the water,
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The rest ventured in
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Like Beautiful Swans,
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Thus they bath'd too and fro,
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Still above and below,
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They sweetned their Geer,
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Quoth Nancy and Susan ,
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Quoth Nancy and Susan
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What pleasure is here.
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They had not been then
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Above half an hour,
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E're, out of a Bower,
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Came five or six Men,
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Who knew their design,
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Straight they stript to their skin,
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Where they follow'd them in,
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And tickled their Geer,
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Quoth Robin , young Lasses,
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Quoth Robin , young Lasses,
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What pleasure is here.
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Young Joan she did seek
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A place amongst rushes,
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To hide her sweet blushes,
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The men to the sqeek,
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Did put all the rest
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Kate, Bridget, and Sue ,
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Cry'd what shall we do,
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The young men reply'd,
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We are for a Frolick,
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We are for a Frolick,
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They merrily cry'd,
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The Gallants got out
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From their charming Features,
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And left the poor Creatures,
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To wander about
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In water a while.
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When the young men was drest,
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I'll vow and protest,
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Away they did go
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With Gowns, Scarves & Cornets
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With Gowns, Scarves & Cornets,
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And Smickets also.
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Then over the Lands,
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The Girls run stark naked,
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For they could not take it.
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With wringing their hands,
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Sad moan they did make,
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On their knees they did fall,
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And begg'd of them all,
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To hide their disgrace,
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At length the young Gallants,
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At length the young Gallants,
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Did pity their case.
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Each Lass got her Gown,
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And all their Apparel,
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Thus ended the Quarrel,
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Then coming to Town,
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They drank and were Friends,
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For the young men was kind,
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Being all of one mind,
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It ne'er had been known,
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But only for Susan ,
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But only for Susan ,
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Who quarrel'd with Joan .
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F INIS.
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