Couragious BETTY Of
CHICK-LANE:
Giving an Account of a fearful Battle between her and two thumping Taylors, whom
she [?]d and lugg'd by the Ears till they were forc'd to Run to save their Lives: And Betty threatning to have
them Prest, they were forced to come to her, begging her Pardon upon their Knees.
To the Tune of, Lilli-burlero. Licensed according to Order.
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BOys let us sing the Glory and Fame,
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of a young Lass Couragious and stout,
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Mistriss Betty this was her name,
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she with true Courage valiantly fought,
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With two thumping Lusty Taylors;
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taking away their Bodkin and Shiers,
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But Betty was nimble and made them to tremble,
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so sweetly she lugg'd the Rogues by the Ears.
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One of these Taylors did her provoke,
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as she was passing thorough the street,
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Betty to him immediately spoke,
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faith with your Match you'l happen to meet:
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With these words she laid about her,
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and like a Lyon straightway appears,
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The Taylors did tremble, but Betty was nimble,
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and sweetly she lugg'd the Rogues by the Ears.
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There was the Master Taylor, and Man,
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both to encounter Betty the Maid,
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But she so thick and fast did lay on,
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that they we'r ne'r so gallantly pay'd:
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By the hair she likewise hawl'd them,
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tll they were almost drowned in tears,
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She bang'd 'em and bruis'd 'em, and bitterly us'd 'em,
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poor Taylors was ne'r so lugg'd by the Ears.
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They would a fain got out of her Fist,
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but she did still supply them with blows,
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Till the poor Rogues their Breeches Be-pist,
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I and the Blood ran down from their Nose:
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Still their Heads she thumpt together
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saying you Rogues I'll pay your arrears,
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They cry'd Mistris Betty, have some kind of pitty,
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but still she did hugg the Rogues by the Ears.
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Master and Man did bitterly Roar,
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I and for Mercy often did Cry,
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But she did Thump and Thrash them the more,
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sure said the Taylors now we shall dye:
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No ye Rascals I'll not kill you,
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but am resolv'd to pay your Arrears,
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With that she did bruise them, and bitterly use them
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poor Taylors was ne'r so lugg'd by the Ears.
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Then they got loose and both run away;
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Betty in wrath did vow and protest,
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That she would send to them the next day,
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for the Kings Service they should be Prest:
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Then they were again affrighted,
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this did create whole Troops of new fears,
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We'l send now for pitty to good Mistriss Betty,
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for Sea-Fights are worse then lugg'd by the Ears.
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These very Lines the Taylor did send,
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saying, sweet Betty Pardon us now,
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Though it is true, we once did offend,
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yet at your feet we'll willingly Bow,
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Now this day to beg your Pardon,
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that you may put us out of all fears,
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We'll never abuse you, but likewise excuse you,
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although you did lugg us both by the Ears.
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Now when the Lass had Pardon'd them both,
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how the poor Rogues did Caper amain,
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Likewise they ty'd themselves by an Oath,
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that they would ne'r offend her again:
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Likewise gave her a Colation,
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seeing she thus had banish'd their fears,
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They were not unwilling to spend twenty Shilling,
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although she had lugg'd them both by the Ears.
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After the Feast he said to his Man,
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this has been charges you understand,
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Therefore take all the care that you can,
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Easter and Whitson-Tide are at hand:
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For to Cabbidge, Silks, and Sattins,
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do not forget to whett up your Shiers:
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Dear Master ne'r fear it, we'll presently share it.
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and for time to come, take care of our Ears.
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FINIS.
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