An ANSWER to the
MAIDENS Frollick:
OR, THE
Taylors Resolution to be Reveng'd of these Petticoat Press-Masters, by Bob-
tailing their Gowns and Petticoats for the future, more than ever they have
done heretofore.
To the Tune of, An Orange. Licensed according to Order.
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'TIS not long ago, good People you know,
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Since Six Lusty Maids did a Frollicking go,
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In Tarpolling Dress, Jone, Bridget, and Bess,
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Like Lusty stout Seamen they ventur'd to Press
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Fourteen Taylors.
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Now when they were told, these Press-masters bold,
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Were none but Six Lasses scarce Twenty years old,
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The Taylors they swore and their Noddles they Tore,
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Saying, was ever Work-men so served before,
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as we Taylors?
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Quoth William Westgate, such Frollicks I hate,
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Why should we poor Taylors be serv'd at this rate?
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Jone she did me rake, and my Collar did shake,
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Then haul'd me away like a Bear to the Stake,
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a poor Taylor.
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Quoth Anthony Bright, Why didst thou not fight,
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And put those young Petticoat Sparks to the flight?
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Had I been in place then no Female Race
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Should never a proved so high a Disgrace
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to we Taylors.
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Said Will, had I known, Nan, Bridget, and Jone
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Had been the Pressmasters, they soon should have sown,
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For calling my Wife she'd a ended the strife;
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But for my own part I ne'er fought in my life,
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I'm a Taylor.
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A Night and a Day confined we lay,
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Although we did often both sigh, beg, and pray,
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Ralph, Richard, and Ben, and Shon ap Morgen,
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In all we were Thirteen or Fourteen stout Men,
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Honest Taylors.
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Thus were we abus'd, and cruelly us'd,
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For which these young Lasses shall near be excus'd;
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A Counsel we'll call for to punish them all,
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We'll show them no mercy nor pity at all,
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as we are Taylors.
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To this they agreed, and thus they proceed,
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To summons all Taylors that could Write & Read,
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Their Sorrows to note, and give in their Vote,
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How much silk or stuff should be pinch'd from a Coat,
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by the Taylors.
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Our wrongs to repair, from Garments Maids wear,
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This must be performed with dexterous care;
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'Tis known to be true, one Yard is our due,
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But now in revenge we resolve to take two
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for the Taylors.
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Down the the Maypole those Taylors did troule,
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And there did they meet o'er a cherishing Bowl,
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Ralph, Richard, and Ned, these three was the head,
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They call for Six Pots, & Twelve dozen of Bread,
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like brave Taylors.
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The Court being set, the Taylors all met,
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Good lack, if the Devil come there with his Net,
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Of both Rich and Poor he had gotten great store,
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They say there was surely three hundred and more,
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and all Taylors.
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Then Shon ap Morgen hur thus did begin,
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Cuds-plutter-a-nails hur believes 'tis no Sin,
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To cousen each Shade which did us degrade,
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And Cabbage hur knows do's belong to the Trade
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of the Taylors.
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They all did agree for six yards to steal three,
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That these wanton Lasses now punish'd might be,
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Welsh Shone's in a huff, said that's not enough
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Hur means to steal all, and forswear Silk & Stuff
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like a Taylor.
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FINIS.
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