The Water-Mans Delight;
Or, The Fair Maid .
To you that will view,
These lines that ensue,
Which will declare
The Water-mans fare.
How that by Cupid he was almost slain,
How a Maids kindness reviv'd him again;
How he courted and kist, and got into bed,
And she resign'd to him her Maiden-head.
To a rare new Tune; called, The Watermans Delight.
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T Here was a jovial Waterman,
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whom Cupid did command,
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To love a Damosel frank and free,
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that liv'd upon the Land:
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Near unto a pair of Stairs
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where 'th water-men did ply,
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My muse it there doth plain declare,
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their true love and constancy.
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This Damsel she was compleat,
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in person every way,
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Many a Blade on her did wait,
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every hour of the day:
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But certainly this water-man
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(for truth as I heard tell)
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Within her heart such root had ta'ne,
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he did the rest excel.
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His Boat was ever ready still,
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when this fair maid did call,
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He did attend upon her will
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for his heart was bound in thrall:
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Her father he was very rich,
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the water-man compleat,
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His very fingers they did itch,
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to do with her the feat.
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His modest mild behaviour,
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did so affect her mind,
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That he did gain her favour so,
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she was to him most kind:
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And up this fair Maid she rose
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and slipped on her cloaths,
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And went unto the water side
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and call'd for the next Oars.
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O Here am I Madam,
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and took her by the hand,
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Pray carry me to London-Bridge,
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for there I mean to land:
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And as he row'd upon the Thames,
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he oft did view her face,
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Whilst she with modest mild blushes
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her features much did grace.
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Madam (said he) I wonder much;
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how maids can be so coy,
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To let their cruelty be such,
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young-men for to destroy:
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Then he to her made sore complaints,
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of Cupids cruel spight,
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And sung to her with merry strains,
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the Water-mans delight.
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My love she's pale and wan,
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my love she's frank and free,
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She lyes all night within my arms,
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and all to pleasure me,
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My love she's like a Pellican,
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that sucks blood from her breast,
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And feeds her young ones every day
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as they lye in her nest,
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Madam (said he) if you please,
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to love a waterman,
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I will maintain you at your ease,
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and please you all I can,
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For of a truth you have my heart,
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within your snow-white breast,
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Then let me now of yours have part,
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to ease me that am opprest.
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Water-man said she 'tis strange,
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the tale which you have told,
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Poor Maidens we sometimes do range,
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like lambs in Cupids fold:
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And sure I know not what you mean,
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by Cupids cruelty;
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Of whom did you the question ask,
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that did you the same deny.
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And when they came to London-Bridge,
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Waterman take your money,
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He laid one hand about her middle
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and call'd her his own honey,
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Then he gave her a kind salute
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and of her had a care,
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And unto the Tavern straight,
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he did conduct his fair,
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He call'd for Wine most jovially
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and lustily did drink;
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He oft her kindly did salute,
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for she had store of chink:
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And when they saw their time,
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for a reckoning they call,
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This gallant she was very free,
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and frankly did pay it all.
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Said he, grant me thy good will,
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and also free consent,
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And I will use my utmost skill,
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to give thee sweet content:
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They agreed to go to bed,
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for truth as I hear say,
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And there he gain'd her Maiden-head,
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and made no more delay.
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Watermen both night and day,
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do work hard for to thrive,
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And now and then to sport and play;
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withal they do contrive:
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When that time the truth doth prove,
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i'le use my skill and art,
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And if her belly swells with love,
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i'le write a second part,
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Certainly this Water-man,
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did this fair Maid a pleasure,
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Gain friends consent if that he can,
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he shall have store of treasure
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Thus in brief have I rehearst:
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the Water mans delight,
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But of their names and dwelling-place
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I dare not yet to write.
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