Yea-and-Nay the Hypocrite:
OR,
A Brief Relation of a pretended Quaker near Yarmouth, who having lain with his own
Sister, got her with Child, so that she brought him Two Sons at a Birth for a New-years-Gift.
To the Tune of The Touch of the Times. Licensed according to Order.
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A Pretended Quaker near Yarmouth did dwell,
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Of whom I a certain Relation shall tell;
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He had an own Sister call'd Mary by Name,
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The which he hath brought now to publick shame:
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He often did Court her before she would yield,
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At length his whole Mind in a Word he reveal'd;
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By Yea-and-Nay Sister do not say me nay,
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Ye know that the innocent Lambs they will play.
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A Spirit doth move me to Love thee this Night,
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I long for to taste of those Joys and Delight,
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Which other fond Lovers so highly do prize,
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Methinks I see Babies in thy pretty Eyes:
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Oh do not deny me, but let me prevail,
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Strong is the Desire, my Flesh it is frail,
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And subject to Pleasure and wander astray,
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Thou knowest that the innocent Lambs they will play.
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Oh fie for shame Brother! thoul't cause me to chide,
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What would'st thou be naught with thy Sister she cry'd,
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Pray tell me, is wanton young Women so scarce,
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That your loving Sister you strive to disgrace:
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I will not go unto a Harlot, said he,
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I'd rather be kissing, and loving of thee;
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In what I desire do not say me nay,
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Thou knowest that the innocent Lambs they will play.
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Said she, It is a Sin if I lye with another,
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And worse if I happen to lye with my Brother;
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The World will cry out of this horrible Crime,
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Without doubt it will be discover'd in time:
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Tush, fear not this Sin, for the nearer of Kin,
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The common old Maxim is, the farther in:
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Then prithee sweet Sister, do not say me nay,
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Thou know'st that the innocent Lambs they will play.
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Thou hear'st the Town-Bells how they merrily ring,
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Let us be as blith as the Birds in the Spring,
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For I am both merry and jolly, he cry'd,
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And willing I am to lye down by thy side,
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To taste of the Fountain and Raptures of Joy,
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My sweet Sister Mary forbear to be coy;
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Indeed I do love thee, by Yea and by Nay,
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Thou know'st that, etc.
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But if you should get me with Child, she reply'd.
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For such a great Charge I can never provide:
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Sweet Sister that Charge I tell thee ne'er fear,
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I have an Estate of full Six pounds a year,
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Which shall be thine, Mary, if thou wilt be free
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To take now the weight of a man upon thee:
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Be kind to thy Brother, and don't say me nay,
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Thou know'st that, etc.
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His Gifts were so large that she could not deny,
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But readily did to his humours comply;
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The Quaker as brisk as a Town-Bully Spark,
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His Light did go out, they were both in the Dark:
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Quoth he, If I miss of a Daughter or Son,
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The Wicked shall never know what we have done:
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I'll love thee for ever, now by Yea and Nay,
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Thou know'st that the innocent Lambs they will play
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Soon after his Sister he thus had embrac'd,
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Poor heart, she began to grow wide in the Waste;
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The pain it lay in the Back, Belly, and Side,
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Alas! I am ruin'd dear Brother she cry'd.
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But then at the length as the Truth did appear,
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She brought him two Sons to begin the New Year,
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And both at a Birth, my Friends, by Yea-and-Nay,
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This comes when the innocent Lambs they do play.
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