THE
Country Parsons Folly:Or, the Young
Dutch Woman of Westminster come off with Flying Colours.
To the Tune of Folly, desperate Folly, etc.
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IT is reported in the East,
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a Schollar of late did dwell,
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Who on young Maids did love to feast,
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It pleased his humour well:But coming to London, he chancd to adore
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A pritty Dutch Frow, which did pay his old score,
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Now this was a plague, and the devil all oer.
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O Parson, delicate Parson,
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How do you like the Town.
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He came to a Dutch ordnary,
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where he the young frow beheld,
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And when her tempting charms he see,
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he was with a rapture filld:
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She was of the birth and the breed of the Dutch,
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He pulld out his money altho twas not much
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For why, he was eager and mad for a touch.
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O Parson, delicate Parson,
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Why woud you play the fool?
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Her country man a marriage read
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After the Dutch fashion too,
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This done, tis said they went to bed,
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without any more to do.
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He pitchd on a subject was hard by the rump,
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And into her Pulpit he straitways did jump,
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Where all the long-night he her cushion did thump
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O Parson, delicate Parson,
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Why woud you play the fool?
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He gave her money the next day,
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to make her both neat and trim,
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Silks, ribands, laces rich and gay,
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in order to go with him
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Down into the country where did reside,
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For she was as sweet and as pleasant a bride,
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As ever young gallant did lye by the side.
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O Parson, delicate Parson,
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Why woud you play the fool?
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He many solemn vows did make,
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when he did the money give,
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That he his love would neer forsake,
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while he had a day to live:
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But yet, when his pocket began to be low,
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Why then from his vows he was willing to go,
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And likewise a scandal on her he did throw.
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O Parson, delicate Parson,
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Why woud you play the fool?
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He having had his fill of her,
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he calld for his coyn again,
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Making a noise and strange demur,
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resolving he would Arraign
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This pritty sweet creature, his joy & deli[ght]
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Pretending she took it away by a slight,
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Which loss was sufficient to ruine him qu[ite.]
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O Parson, delicate Parson,
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Why woud you serve her so?
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This pritty creature she was tryd,
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for what she had never done,
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This was ill treating of a bride,
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but she has the conquest won:For when in the court at the bar she appe[ard,]
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And that the wise jury the story had heard[,]
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The schollar was flouted, the woman was cle[ard.]
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O Parson, delicate Parson,
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How did you like the Game?
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In this you have not aged well,
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alas, you are much to blame,
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That such a man should kiss and tell,
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O that is a burning shame;
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If you had been wise, you had let her alon[e,]
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And then your grand folly had never been kn[own,]
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But now far & near it is scatterd and blo[wn.]
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O Parson, delicate Parson,
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Never do so no more.
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