The Sporting Couple;
OR,
Love in the Grass.
To a Pleasant New Tune.
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WIthin a Mile of London town,
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As I was walking up and down,
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I spy'd upon the Grass
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A spritely Lad and Lass,
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She smiling in his face,
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His arms around her Wast,
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like Lovers indeed.
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But as I nearer to them came,
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I heard the Maid this young Man blame,
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what? will you Ruine me?
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Oh! no, it shall not be:
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Therefore I do protest,
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I'll ne'er grant your Request,
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So never ask me more .
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Prithee fair Maid (the young man did cry )
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Be not so silly to deny,
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if we enjoy the Bliss,
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Where is the harm of this?
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Then come my pretty Maid,
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Be not so much afraid,
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L ove is a harmless thing.
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Then she cry'd, Your flattering tongue
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Will ruine me quite, I being young,
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therefore i'll not stay,
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But will hast away:
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Pray Sir, let me alone,
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Oh that I were at home,
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i'd never come here again .
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Yet this young Man he held her fast,
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Saying they would not part in hast:
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Be but kind to me,
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And i'll give to thee
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Many fine pretty things,
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As Gloves, and golden Rings,
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Therefore do not deny.
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If I should yield to your Design,
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What will become of me in time,
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When some months are past,
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And I big i'th' Wast:
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Oh what must I then do?
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For where shall I find you[?]
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Fye naughty man begone.
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Kiss me with kindness fair Maid q[uoth he]
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O not for forty good Pounds, quoth she,
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She cry'd let me go,
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He cry'd say not so,
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O how you rumple me,
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O how you tumble me,
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Oh what a life is this.
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Prithee fair Maid this young man did say
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Let us now sport some hours away;
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Now we're on the Grass
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yield my pretty Lass
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Not for the World said she
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Pish this must never be
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Until I am a Wife.
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Tho this maid still would say him nay,
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And often said Take your hand away
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Yet he press'd her so,
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Ere he let her go
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That at the length quoth she
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Sir How you tickle me,
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What do you mean to do?
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He laid her down beneath a Tree
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But what he did was unknown to me[:]
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But I heard her say
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As she went away,
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Making a low Courchy,
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Thank ye kind Sir quoth she
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When shall we meet again.
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