The Frolicksome Bricklayer
OF
Mile-End TOWN,
Or the
Old Leachers Lamentation for the Loss of his Gold.
Tune, Let Cesar live long.
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YOung Men shall be blam'd for their lewdness no more,
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Since Old Men turn Leachers at Sixty and Four.
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A Rich Aged Bricklay'r paid well for his time,
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Who in Bawdyhouse was got twixt two Whores at a time.
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Like a Tumbler he sported with his couple of Coneys,
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Till it cost him good store of broad pieces and Guineas
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2.
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Tho' a Mason's near Kin to a Bricklayers Trade,
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Yet they made him pay dear for his Stones being laid.
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The Jocular Jilts with their Cully made sport,
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And told him his Trowell was inches too short.
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Like a Tumbler he dally'd with his couple of Coneys,
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Till it cost him good store of broad pieces and Guineas.
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3.
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By Vent'ring on Two, mighty Courage was shown,
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Since most that deal with them, are worsted by one.
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They pleased the Old Fool with their Canting and Jears,
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They told him he had nothing stood stiff but his Ears.
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They hug'd him, and charm'd him, with the title of honey,
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Till they got all his Gold and the rest of his Money.
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4.
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Sure the old Man had never been made such a fool,
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Had he kept within's Compass or walk'd by his Rule[.]
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For his dealing in Stews he is serv'd a right Trick,
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He'd had nere had this loss had he kept to his Brick.
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He must now drudge again like a Foolish old Tony.
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To Recover the loss of his Gold and his Money.
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5.
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Like True Cuning Jilts they entic'd him to Bed,
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His Bretches and Gold he laid under his Head.
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But when he began at the Old Game to play,
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The other to's Pockets soon found out the way,
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Thus they drill'd by degrees every Cross of his Money's
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Full Forty broad Pieces and Fourscore good Guineas.
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6.
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The old Man to please them took wonderful pains,
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Till he Tyr'd his feeble cold impotent Veins.
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Then drowsiness soon on his Eyelids did creep,
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And charm'd the poor weary Old Leacher to sleep.
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Now, now, is the time for the Jilts who were Cronies,
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To arise and rub off with his Gold and his Money's.
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7.
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They slip'd out of Bed, and with silence got up,
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And carri'd off their Booty, as round as a hoop.
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When the old Man awaked and found all was gone,
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He cry'd out, O my Gold, good Lord, I'm undone.
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He call'd up old Beleam and Rav'd for his Moneys,
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But no tydings could have of broad pieces or Guineas.
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8.
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He found 'twas to no purpose for to stay there,
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But homewards he went full of Envy and Care.
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Soon after he met with his Ladies again,
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Into Newgate he put them where now they remain.
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But has no manner of hopes to recover his Moneys.
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They will rather be flog'd then return him his Guineas.
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