THE
St. James's FROLICK;
OR,
The Barbers Merry Meeting with the Poulterers Buxom[e]
young Wife; Who gave him a Gunae and store of Canary for her
delicate Triming.
To the Tune of, The Gentlemans Frolick.
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ALL you that delight to be merry,
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I'de have you to listen a while,
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You'l find before long you shall tarry,
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this Ditty will cause you to smile.
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A Barber not far from St. James's
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he is a brisk jocular Blade:
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This Tonsel, nay, likewise it seems is
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most ready and 'Cute at his Trade.
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He having a tool call'd Tomazor,
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the which now is very well known:
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It is a most delicate Razor,
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reserv'd for young Women alone.
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His fame being spread through the Citty,
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a Poulterers Wife came to him,
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Both beautiful Buxome and pritty,
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requesting the Barber to Trim
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A Woman, who had a desire
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to have a true touch of his skill:
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Said she there is many a admire
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your kindness, nay, [love,] and good-will.
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The Charms of my amorous Beauty,
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I have a dull Husband doth slight:
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Who ne'r performs Family-Duty,
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but leaves me to languish all night.
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The Barber he said loving Neighbour
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here's one thing you must understand:
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Before I proceed to my Labour,
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I must have a Guniny in hand.
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I tell thee said she my sweet Honey,
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a Guinny I'll freely throw down:
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Besides thou shalt never want Money,
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so long as I am worth a Crown.
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He granted what she did require,
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he would not her humours controul:
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Nay, what flesh and blood could deny her,
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who was such a Generous Soul.
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Away to the Tavern he haz her,
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for tasting of Liquor of Life:
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He took both his Wash Balls and Razor
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to Trim the young Poulterer's Wife
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Now she being Buxome and Merry,
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to think she in Pleasure should swim:
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She call'd for a quart of Canary,
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and Drank a full Bumper to him.
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The Barber he pledg'd her a Brimer,
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then chucking her under the Chin:
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Next minute he straightway did Trim her
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far better then e're she had been.
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A thousand soft Kisses he gave her,
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then said the young Poulterers Wife,
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Thou art I declare, the best Shaver
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that ever I knew in my Life.
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Thy skill does exceed Aristotle,
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for why, thou hast touch'd the right vein
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I'll call for the other brisk Bottle,
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if thou wilt but do it again.
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The Barber did tumble and tease her,
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in pleasure their Minutes they past:
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Yet tho' he endeavour'd to please her,
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she blunted his Razor at last.
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He kiss'd her and said my dear sweeting
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my Courage begins to decay:
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Farewel till our next merry meeting,
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for now I no longer can stay.
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FINIS.
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