WANTON Will. of Wapping: OR, THE Country Lass Courted and Conquer'd by the pleasant Charms of the Jovial GARDINER,Who gave her a Tester and a Lap-full of Carrots to the Bargain.
To the Tune of I marry and thank ye too . Licensed according to Order.
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A Gardiner brisk and brave,
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he did a young Damosel Mow,
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She granted him what he did crave,
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and never once answer'd no .
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She neither was coy nor nice,
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when first he did to her goe;
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A single Tester was the price,
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she took it, and ne'er said no.
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Her Cheeks they were Cherry-red,
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her Skin too as white as Snow,
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When he ask'd for her Maiden-head,
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she yielded and ne'er said no .
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He gave her a tender Kiss,
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and wonderfull kind did show,
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And press'd her for the farther Bliss,
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she yielded and ne'er said no.
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When he this young Damsel found
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was willing to fall down low,
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He laid her fairly on the ground,
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and she never answer'd no .
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The Gardiner brisk and stout,
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the Damsel much Love did show,
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But what they did, pray find it out;
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but she never answer'd no .
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When he had his Love reveal'd,
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before he would let her go,
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He gave her what his Ground did yield,
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she took it and ne'er said no .
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But less than in half a year,
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her Belly began to show;
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Then Grief and Care came in the Rear,
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she wish'd she had then said no.
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Her Neighbour was standing by,
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who ask's the Cause of her Woe;
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Said she, I did with William lye,
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and never did answer no .
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Alas! you are much to blame,
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for this proves your Overthrow,
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You bring your self to open shame,
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you better had answer'd no .
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Why you are a Married Wife,
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and yet I am certain tho',
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Had you been there I'll pawn Life,
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you could not have answer'd no.
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His delicate pleasing Charms
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made Love in all my Veins flow;
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He kiss'd and hugg'd me in his Arms,
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What Maiden could e'er say no?
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This Gardiner kind and free,
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did much of his kindness show,
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And such large Gifts bestow'd on me
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that I could not answer no .
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Pray, What did he give to you,
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when first he obtain'd the Prze?
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Why neighbour, Six-pence, this is true,
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and a Lap full of Carrots likewise .
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No longer Disputing stand,
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for I will the Booty prize;
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He gave me Six-pence in my hand,
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a Lap full of Carrots likewise .
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I needs must confess 'tis true,
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his Kindness you seem to show;
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But here I'll take my leave of you,
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the Carrots begins to grow.
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