A NEW SUMMONS
TO
GREEN-GOOSE-FAIR;
Or, The Young-Men and Maidens Joy and Mirth.
The Damsels find Young-Men most Kind,
no Charges will they spare,
Give them Green-Geese, with Love and Peace,
then Hey for Green-Goose-Fair.
To the Tune of , She got Money by't. This may be Printed, R. P.
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Y Oung Men and Maidens all arow,
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both chearfull, brisk, and jolly,
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To Green-Goose- Fair I'de have you go;
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with all my heart, quoth Dolly:
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And so said Janey , nay Will and Nanny ,
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we having time and leasure,
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To Green-Goose-Fair we will repair,
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it is a place of pleasure.
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And as along the Fields they pass
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the young Men seldom misses,
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But on the Grass they give each Lass
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a Gown of Green, with Kisses:
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And tho' they tease 'em, 'tis known they please 'em,
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they love it out of measure,
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They all declare, that Green-Goose-Fair
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is still a place of pleasure.
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Brave Gallants they in Coaches Ride,
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because they won't be Weary,
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With sumptuous Ladies by their side,
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both lively, brisk, and Airy:
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In Hat and Feather, brave Gallants come thither,
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and freely spend their Treasure
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At Green-Goose-Fair , for they declare,
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it is a place of pleasure.
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Whole Loads of Damsels may be seen,
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all deckt with Fragrant Flowers,
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The cart adorn'd with Boughs of Green,
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like Flora's pleasant Bowers:
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They all are jolly, Sue , Kate , and Dolly ,
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they having time and leasure,
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Thus I declare, that Green-Goose-Fair ,
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is still a place of pleasure.
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A S soon as they the Fair behold,
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O how they Skip and Caper,
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To see the Green Geese bought and sold,
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and Ralph doth bounce and vapour:
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Upon his Jenny , he'l spend a Guinny,
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he values not his Treasure,
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Thus I declare, that Green-Goose-Fair ,
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is still a place of pleasure.
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The Fair is full of Feasting then,
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from one end to the other,
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And Maids are Treated by the Men,
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who can't their Passions smother:
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Then they to Courting, and frequent Sporting,
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with Kisses out of measure,
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So Green-Goose-Fair , the Maids declare,
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to be a place of pleasure.
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The Musick tends upon them too,
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the Bag-Pipes and the Crowder,
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And then bespeaks the Jovial Crew,
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ye Rascals play up louder:
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They trip and tumble, the Maids they jumble,
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and Kiss them out of measure,
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Thus Green-Goose-Fair , the Maids declare,
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to be the place of pleasure.
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Quoth Ralph , my Jone , this Golden Ring
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i'le give thee for a Fairing,
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And if thou'lt have a better thing,
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thou knowest I am not sparing:
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Quoth Jone , I'le take it, and not forsake it,
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but hoard it as choice Treasure,
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Quoth she, i'le Swear, that Green-Goose-Fair ,
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affords much joy and pleasure .
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The Maids was loath for to depart,
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they were too well befriended,
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They could have wisht with all their heart,
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the Fair would not be ended
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Till Winter Season, for why, by reason,
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they find such joy and Treasure,
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They vow and Swear, that Green-Goose-Fair ,
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affords most pleasing pleasure.
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The Day is spent with much Delight,
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and pleasing Recreations,
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In Droves they home return at Night,
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unto their habitations:
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Where they a Story, of all the Glory,
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they do relate at leasure,
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None can compare with Green-Goose-Fair ,
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for Pastime, Mirth, and Pleasure.
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FINIS.
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