Have-at a Venture.
The Charms of love so powerful are,
What mortal can withstand,
Or, who can say oppose they dare
Where Cupid bears command.
This Damsel quickly she did yield
The youngsters skill to try,
The twinkling Archor won the Field,
And then she down did lye.
Tune of, Hey boys up go we.
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A Country Lad and bonny Lass
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they did together meet,
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And as they did together pass
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thus he began to greet:
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What I do say I pray mind well,
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and thus I do begin:
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If you would have your Belly swell
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Hold up, and Il put in.
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Oh! Sir, (quoth she) I love the spo[r]t;
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yet am afraid to try,
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And for your love I thank you sort,
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find but conveniency:
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My mind Ile tell you by and by,
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your love my heart doth win,
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And presently I down will lie,
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Oh! then Boy put it in.
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He claspd this Damsel round the waste,
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and softly laid her down,
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Yea, wantonly he her imbracd
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and her delights did Crown:
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Thrust home (quoth she) my brisk young Lad,
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tis but a venial sin,
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For I should soon have run quite mad
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had you not put it in.
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The sport he did so close pursue
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that he was quickly tired,
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But when he did her beauty view
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his heart again was fired:
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He came on with such fresh supplies,
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he did her favour win,
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And finding Babies in her eyes,
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he bravly thrust it in.
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What pleasure is there like to this,
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this Damsel then did cry,
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Ive heard them talk of lovers bliss,
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Oh! what a foole was I
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So long to live a maid, ere I
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did this same sport begin;
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This death I now could freely dye:
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I prithee thrust it in.
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She held this Youngster to his task
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till he began to blow;
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Then at the last he leave did ask
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and so she let him go:
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Then down he panting lay a while,
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and rouzing up agen
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She charmd him with a lovely smile,
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again to put it in.
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To work he went most earnestly,
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her fancy to fulfill;
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Till at the last she loud did cry,
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I dot with such good will,
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I pleasure feele in ery Vein;
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my joys do now begin,
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Oh Dearest quickly tot again,
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and stoutly thrust it in.
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She seemd at last to be content,
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and glad at heart was he,
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His Youthful strength was almost spent,
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so brisk a Lass was she:
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He vowd he never was so matchd,
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nor ner shall be agen:
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And for that time they both dispatchd,
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though he had put it in.
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But when she from him parted was
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thus she began to cry,
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Was ever any wanton Lass
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in such a case as I:
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He that hath got my Maiden-head
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I ner shall see again,
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And now my heart is almost dead,
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to think he put it in.
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But yet it had the sweetest taste
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that ever mortal knew,
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Our time we did not vainly waste,
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believe me this is true:
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Should I ere see my bonny Lad,
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Id venture once again,
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And let the world account me mad,
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again Ile put it in.
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