The Seamens Wives Frolick
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A BOWL of PUNCH;
Shewing how a Jolly Company of Seamens Wives met together to be Merry with a Bowl of PUNCH, and
the Delicate pastime that happened therupon. With their Merry Song in praise of PUNCH.
The Jolly Dames were Merry bent,
And to be Brisk was their intent:
Then to the Ale-house they did go,
Their Love to Nobleness to show.
For a lusty Bowl of PUNCH they joyn,
Which empts their Pock[e]ts of their Coin.
To the Tune of, The Country Farmer .
This may be printed, R.P.
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C Ome all you brave Gallants and listen to me,
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That love Mirth and Pastime, and good jollity;
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Here is the best Sport that you ever did see,
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Where all the good Wives of their Purses are free:
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Not long ago, as I understand,
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The Seamen had newly left the Land;
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When their merry Wives, who all did command,
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Did drink the good Liquor and Punch hand to hand.
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At an Ale-house near London , the place where they meet
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Each other with kind loving Complements greet;
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then said a brisk Dame, let'd ha' something thats sweet
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A blind Man, says the other, most gladly would see't;
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Come then what you do let us do with a jerk,
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We have no time for Pig nor Pork;
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Most briskly and merrily ply to the Work,
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And Sing, though our Husbands be got with the Turk .
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For forty good Pots of Stale Beer I am debtor,
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But now a good Bowl of choice Punch will do better;
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Then drink Ale or Punch Girls, I do not care whether,
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Or a Gill of a good Brandy to make my Nose redder:
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They all then agreed with Mother Bunch ,
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Were clearly for a good Bowl of Punch ,
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'Twill make a Man hear though this fourteen years dunch
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But what shall we do for some Toast for to munch?
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Then good Sister Boson , I pray you give ear,
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Good Punch is a jewel, there's no better cheer;
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For Ale it is Gouty, I love no Stale Beer,
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And for kicking the Guts, I have left it off cleer:
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Come, I have a declicate Holland Cheese,
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Which my Good Man brought over the Seas;
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I'le run home and fetch it all here, if you please,
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Most briskly and merrily on it we'l seize.
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Well done Sister Boson, the company said,
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Then Landlord with speed let the Liquor be made;
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For she that refuseth good Punch is a Jade,
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And Brandy and Sugar doth want half her Trade:
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The Liquor was made, and the Cheese brought in,
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And now the good Wives most briskly begin,
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To eat Toast and Cheese must needs be no Sin,
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O this is the way our hearts for to win.
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T Hen fill us a Bowl, and Rouzing Bowl,
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As large as our Capacious Soul;
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Good Punch is the Liquor without controul,
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Exceedeth all other that's under the Pole:
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Then make is as great as our Thirst doth crave,
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And deep enough to be our Grave;
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The Grave we do mean of all our Care,
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For we do intend to Bury it there.
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Good Punch is a dainty fine pleasing Liquor,
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And mighty to make our Noddles the quicker:
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Our Husbands are now on the Ocean wide,
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And have it we will what ever betide;
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For Flip , my Dear, we care not a Fart,
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'Tis Punch alone that comforts the heart;
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And love it we will until we depart,
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Then here's to thee Neighbour with all my heart.
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To e'ry good Bowl they told it it's doom,
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And Merrily Danc'd it about the Room;
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With many a pleasant New Song and Catch,
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And lastly concluded to welcome the Watch;
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Who seeing their Dames in this humour, were glad,
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Then Drink you Rogues until you be Mad;
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Good Punch is before you why should you be sad,
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Come, here's a full Bumper unto thee my Lad.
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We Seamens brisk Wives are bonny and glad,
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While our Men on the Ocean are sorry and sad;
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We love our Liquor to drink it all up,
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None of us but love a full Glass or a Cup:
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For though our Husbands in many a Storm,
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Endure the worst Toyl that e're was bourn;
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Yet when they come home they are more forlorn,
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Because they are forc'd to Drink out of a Horn.
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