A new SONG, call'd,
The Richmond Recreation:
OR,
The Royal Dance of Delight.
To an excellent new Play-house Tune.
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STrike up drousy Guts-scrapers,
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Gallants be ready, each with his Lady;
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Foot it about, till the night be run out;
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Let no ones humour pall.
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Brisk Lads, now cut your Capers,
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Put your legs to't, and show you can do't;
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Frisk, frisk it away, till break of day;
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And high for Richmond Ball.
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Fortune-biters, Hags, Bum-fighters,
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Nymphs of the Woods, and stale City goods;
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Ye Cherubins and Seraphins,
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Ye Caravans and Haradans,
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In order all advance:
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Twittenham Loobies, Tristleworth Boobies,
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Wits of the Town, and Beaus that have none;
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Ye Jacobites as sharp as Pins,
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Ye Monsieurs, and ye Shooterkins,
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I'll teach you all the Dance.
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Come fair Ladies, whose Beauty
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Is so admir'd, you are requir'd
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To make your Choice. Oh! how sweet is the Voice
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That Sings so high and low?
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Then come here all together,
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The black and brown, from every Town;
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Then you will find, Love will be kind,
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And Joys will higher grow.
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Mind your Dancing, still advancing,
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Now with a grace, in each proper place,
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Move soft and sweet, advance, retreat,
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And never fear, the Music here,
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Mind still your own affairs:
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Battersy Misses with your soft kisses,
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Clapham likewise with languishing eyes,
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With us be free to bear a part,
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'Twill please young Ladies to the heart,
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No Dance with this compairs.
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Brisk young Country Lasses,
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After their labour, with pipe and tabor,
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Will Dance around, while with Garlands they'r crown'd,
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Like pleasant Queens of May,
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With Robin, Ralph, and Harry,
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Whom they adore. Now Gallants therefore
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Keep, keep to the sport, we at the Court
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Will be as blith as they.
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Love and pleasure, time and leasure,
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Crowns with delight, the revelling night
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Of drollery, then let us be
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In such a mood, which may conclude
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The Dance with double joy:
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Every Beauty minding her duty,
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Keep time and then, young frolicksome Men,
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Your pleasant charms they will adore,
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And love you when the Dance is o'er;
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But she is curst that's coy.
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Cast off, Tom, behind Johnny,
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Do the same Nanny, eyes are upon ye;
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Trip in between little Dicky and Jane,
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And set in the second row:
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Then, then cast back you must too,
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And up the first row, nimbly thrust through;
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Then, then turn about, to the left or you'r out,
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And meet with your Love below.
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Pass, then cross, then Jacky's pretty Lass,
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Then turn her about, about and about;
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And Jack if you can do so too,
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With Betty whilst the time is true,
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We'll all your ear commend;
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Still there's more, to lead all four,
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Two by Nancy stand, and give her your hand;
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Then cast her quickly down below,
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And meet her in the second row;
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The dance is at an end.
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