The Virgin Race;
Or, York-shires Glory.
Being an Account of a Race lately Run at Temple-Newsham-Green; None being admitted to run, but such as were sup-
posed Virgins. The first that came to the two Miles Race end, was to have a Silver spoon, the second, a silver bodkin,
the third a Silver Thimble, and the fourth Nothing at all. Tune is a New Game at Cards.
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YOu that do desire to hear,
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Of a Virgin Race run in York-Shire,
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Come and Listen, I'le declare,
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Such News before you ne'r did hear;
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For I think since the World begun,
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But seldom Virgins Races Run.
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Four Virgins that supposed were,
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A Race did run I now declare,
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Sure such a Race was never seen,
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As this at Temple-Newsham-Green:
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In half-shirts & Drawers these Maids did run,
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But Bonny Nan the Race has won.
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A Silver Spoon this Nan obtain'd,
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The next a Silver Bodkin gain'd;
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The third that was not quite so nimble,
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Was to have a Silver Thimble:
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And she that was the last of all,
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Nothing unto her share did fall.
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In Drawers Red Ann Clayton run,
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And she it was the Race that won;
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Pegg Hall as I may tell to you,
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Did run in Drawers that were Blew;
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Honest Alice Hall that was the third,
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Her Drawers were white upon my word,
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A Concourse great of People were,
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For to behold these Virgins there,
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Who so well acted the mans part,
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And love a Man with all their heart;
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But what means this, for well we know,
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Maids through the Nation all do so.
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Now let us come to bonny Nan,
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Who won a Race once of a man,
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In Bassing-Hall-Street he did dwell,
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His Name was Luke 'tis known full well:
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And let me now declare to you,
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at something else she'l beat him too.
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Let none the York-shire Girls despise,
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Who are so Active now a days,
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So brisk and nimble they do grow,
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That few can match them I do know:
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Then let us stand up for York-shire,
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Those Country Girls I love most dear:
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A York-shire Girl who can out-vie,
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No City Girls can them come nigh,
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They've Rosey Blushes in their Cheeks;
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While City Girls are Green as Leeks;
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This with my fancy will agree,
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A York-shire Girl shall be for me.
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Then here's a Health to a York-shire Girl,
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For in mine eye she is a Pearl,
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Whose Beauty doth so charm mine eye,
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That for her I would freely dye:
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Her virtues do her face adorn,
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And makes her look fresh as the Morn.
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Now to conclude unto my friend,
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These Lines I freely Recommend;
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Advising him above the rest,
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To Love a York-shire Girl the best;
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But let him use his skill for I,
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Will love a York-shire Girl until I dye
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FINIS
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