An Excellent New SONG,
CALL'D,
Fox-Hall Frollick,
Shewing how lusty Luky Courted a Maid in Fox-Hall,
but was lately unhappily catch'd by his Mother in
Patty's Bed, whilst Robby the Cobler her Husband is
on Shipboard.
Tune of, The City Ramble. Lycens'd according to Order.
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THE Potter a lusty young Wooer,
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was formerly Sweetheart to Broom,
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And said that he loved none truer
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then Broomy in all the whole Town,
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With a fa la la, etc.
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And thus he went on in deceiving
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the Innocent Maid of her Heart,
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But when he was found with Bobs leaving,
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he car'd not for Broom of a F-t.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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But now for to tell ye the story,
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how lately it chanced to fall,
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Poor Luky was catch'd (to his glory)
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in Patty's own Bed at Fox-Hall.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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For when by the Neighbours informing,
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that Luky with Patty did lye,
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The Mother came early i'th Morning,
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and rous'd 'em as soon as twas Day.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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But Patty not knowing the matter,
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came down with her Coats in her hand,
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Says Mam, I do want a young Potter;
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cries Patty, I know no such Man.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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With that Lukys Mother in Passion
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began for to run up the stairs,
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But Patty cry'd that want the Fashion,
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and pushed her out of the Doors.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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But coming by chance a Milkwoman,
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the Mother did beg her and pray
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She'd call but a Constable to 'em,
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then Patty she hasted away.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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And the Mother as nimble did follow,
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and tripped up stairs in a trice,
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And found this same lusty young fellow
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in Patty's Bed ere he cou'd rise,
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With a fa la la, etc.
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Then Rogue and Whore over and over,
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she called them each in their turn,
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Was ever such beastly young Lovers,
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in Hell you will certainly burn.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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But Luky desired his Mother
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not to call the Woman a Whore,
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Nor make such a damnable pother,
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for he was her Husband he swore.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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And if that she would not be civil,
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he'd hang, or he'd drown himself quite
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And Robby he'd send to the D---l,
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which put his poor Mam in a fright.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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He said twas no sin he was certain,
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sinch Patty could take no delight
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With Bob who lay snoring and F---ting,
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And nere offer'd to take her by't.
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With a fa ca la, etc.
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Then Patty cry'd prithe dear Luky
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don't trouble thy self at this time,
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My Body I freely give to thee,
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And wholy the same do resign.
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With a fal la la, etc.
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For I did tell Robby beforehand
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that I was for certain with Child,
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Although we kiss, he shall not know on't
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for he is good natur'd and mild.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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