[An Answer]
[TO]
[The Baffl'd Knight:]
OR,
The beautiful Lady's Second piece of Policy; by which she preserved
her Virginity, and left the brisk Knight in Pickle.
To a pleasant New Tune.
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I.
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THE baffl'd Knight was by the Lass
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ingeniously out-witted;
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And since that time, it came to pass,
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he was again well fitted.
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II.
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As he was riding cross a Plain,
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in Boots, Spurs, Hat and Feather,
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He met that Lady fair again;
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they talk'd a while together.
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III.
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He said, Tho' you did serve me so,
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and cunningly decoy me;
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Yet now, before you further go,
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I must and will enjoy thee.
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IV.
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'Twas near a spacious Rivers side,
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where Rushes green were growing;
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And Neptune's silver Streams did glide,
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four Fathom Waters flowing.
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V.
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The Lady blush'd like Scarlet Red,
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And trembled at this Stranger;
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How shall I guard my Maiden-head
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From this approaching Danger?
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VI.
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With a lamenting Sigh, said she,
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To die I now am ready:
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Must this Dishonour fall on me?
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A most unhappy Lady!
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VII.
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He from his Saddle did a-light,
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in gaudy, rich Attire;
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And cry'd, I am a Noble Knight,
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who doth your Charms admire.
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VIII.
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He took the Lady by the Hand,
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who seemingly consented;
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And wou'd no more disputing stand,
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she had a Plot invented,
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IX.
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How she might baffle him again,
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with much Delight and Pleasure;
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And eke unspotted still remain
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with her pure Virgin-Treasure.
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X.
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Look yonder, good Sir Knight, I pray!
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Methinks I do discover,
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Well mounted on a dapple Grey,
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my true, entire Lover.
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XI.
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The Knight, he standing on the brink
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of the deep, f[lowi]ng River;
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Thought she, Thou now shalt swim or sink,
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Chuse which you fancy rather.
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XII.
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Against his Back the Lady run,
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The Waters strait he sounded:
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He cry'd out, Love! What have you done?
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Help! Help! or I am drowned!
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XIII.
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Said she, Sir Knight, Farewel: Adieu:
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You see what comes of fooling:
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That is the fittest place for you,
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Whose Courage wanted cooling.
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XIV.
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Love, Help me out, and I'll forgive
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this Fault which you've committed.
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No, No, says she, Sir, As I live,
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I think your finely fitted.
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XV.
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She rid home to her Father's House,
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for speedy expedition;
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While the old Knight was soak'd like Souce;
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in a sad wet Condition.
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XVI.
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When he came mounted to the Plain
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he was in rich Attire:
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Yet when he back return'd again,
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he was all Muck and Mire.
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XVII.
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A solemn Vow he there did make,
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just as he came from swimming,
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He'd love no Lady, for her sake,
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nor any other Women.
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FINIS.
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