The Merry|| MANS Resolution
Or a LONON Frollick.
He goes a wooing yet the matters so,
He cares not much whether he speeds or no,
Cause City Wives and Wenches are so common
He thinks it hard to find an honest woman
Bent angry with this fellow I protest
That many a true word hath been spoke in jest,
By degrees he layes a wager moneys scant
Until five shillings out, then ends his Rant.
The Tune is much in Request, Ile hold thee five shillings.
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IF young Men & Maidens
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will listen a while
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Ile sing you a Sonnet
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will make you to smile
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Then come my own Dearest
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and be not so coy,
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Whatever thou fearest
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ile get thee a boy.
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Ile hold thee a six pence
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tis silver compleat
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If thou art but willing
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I can do the feat.
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Then be not so scornful
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b[u]t loving and kind
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If thou wilt but kiss me
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ile tell thee my mind
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For I am a Gallant
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thats versd in the trade
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I know what belongs to
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Wife, Widdow and Maid
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Ile hold thee a shilling
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as round as a Ring
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Those Lasses that kiss well
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loves the tother thing.
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Then dear let me feel if
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thy flesh it be warm
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For I vow and protest I
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will do thee no harm,
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But huddle and cuddle
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weel toy and weell kiss
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What hurt honest Neighbours
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can come of all this
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Ile hold you three six-pences
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in ready Coyn
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Most Girls when theyr pleased
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with young men will joyn.
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BUt when they are sullin
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nere mattert a pin,
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But rouze um and touz um
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twill please um again
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And when you have done it,
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this story is true
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If you do but kiss um
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theyl straight wayes kiss you
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Ile hold you two shillings
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lay with me that can
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The fairest ith Nation
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will lye with a man.
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Then why should young Females
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continue so nice,
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When Ladies of pleasure
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do count it no vice
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To be kind to their Neighbours
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as well as the rest
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For Kissing and Courting
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is still in request,
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Ile hold two and six pence
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thats just half a crown
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Highest Girles in all Europe.
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are easiest blown down.
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To talk of Complexions
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too tedious it were,
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Or to know their conditions
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by thcolour of hair,
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Yet this ile assure you,
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either Black, Red or Brown
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When theyr in the humour
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theyl freely ly down
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Ile hold you three shillings
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who gainst me dare lay
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That Women delight much
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with young men to play.
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Theres Mary & Betty,
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with Nancy & Jone,
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Theyl lye with a Tinker
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ere theyl lye alone,
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Theres Peg, Dol and Bridget
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Rebecca and Kate
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They laugh when they hear ont
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but long till they havt
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Ile hold thee three & six pence
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Maids love Men the best
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When they come a wooing
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in earnest not jest.
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Fine Susan and Sarah
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brave Lasses indeed
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Yet theyl lye with a Broom-man
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if they stand in need,
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Likewise pretty Parnel
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and simpering Sisse
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When young men imbrace them
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how kindly they kiss
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Ile hold you four shillings
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the nicest that be
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At one time or other
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makes use of a P----
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Then dear be contented
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for thou shalt have one,
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And shalt be prevented
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of lying alone:
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For Im stout and lusty
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and fit for delight
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Ile hug thee & kiss thee
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ten times in a night
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Ile hold four & six pence
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Ile hold thee no less
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Ile bore a hole through thy coat
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even by guess.
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For I am an Archer,
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Well skild in that Art
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Though I shoot at young Damsels
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they nere feel it smart
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Ile hold thee five shillings,
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ile hold thee no more,
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Ile bore a hole through thy smock
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even before.
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This song throughout England
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on purpose I send
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To make young men merry,
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and there is an end.
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