Two Excellent NEW SONGS.
The Rakes of Stony Batter.
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COME all you roving Blades,
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That ramble thro the City,
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Kissing pretty Maids,
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Listen to my Ditty,
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Our Time is coming on,
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When we will be merry
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Cato, Poll, and Nan.
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Will give us Sack and Sherry,
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Hey for Bobbin Joan,
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Hey for Stony Batter,
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Keep your Wife at Home,
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Or I will have at her.
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Theres Bridget, Peg, and Nell,
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With Nancy, Doll, and Susan,
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To please their Sweethearts well,
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Sometimes will go a boozing,
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When their Cash is gone,
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Theyll hunt for a Cully,
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And bring their Splinter Home,
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To their beloved Bully.
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In Summer Lasses go,
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To the Fields a maying,
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Thro the Meadows gay,
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With their Sweethearts playing;
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Their smiling winning Ways,
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Shews for game their willing,
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Tho Jenny she cries, nay
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She would not for a Shilling.
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Graft your Apple Trees,
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Keep them clean of Water,
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Keep your Wife at Home,
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Or else I will be at her.
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Is your Apples ripe,
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Are they fit for plucking,
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Wheres your Daughter Jane,
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Is she fit for humping.
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Have you sawn your Wheat,
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Is it ready put it,
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Is it almost ripe,
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Or is it fit for cutting;
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Is your Corn dry,
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Is it fit for threshing,
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You may come and try,
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Kissings all in Fashion.
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Go you cunning Knave,
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No more of Coax and Wheedle,
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By those Buttons in my Sleeve,
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Ill prick you with my Needle:
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What will you still be bold,
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Mammy call to this Man,
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For Shame, my Hands dont hold,
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I vow my Breath is just gone.
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Come all you Country Blades,
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And listen to my Ditty,
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I make no doubt at all,
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But this will make you merry:
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Is broke a fair Maids Pawn,
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The Laws he has offended,
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All the Tinkers he can find,
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He cannot get it mended.
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Theres Jenny Ling and Diver,
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Went to the Town a Walking,
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They went to a bowring Ken,
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To spend their Time in Courting;
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Theres Bobbing Joan and Dye,
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Went to Bed together,
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All the Sport we had
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Was kissing one another.
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Theres Joan a buxom Lass,
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Met wtih lusty Johnny,
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They went to take a Glass,
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He calld her Dear and Honey;
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She said you silly Clown,
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Take me round the Middle,
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Play me Bobbing Joan,
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Or else Ill break your Fiddle.
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He gently laid her down,
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And he pulld out his Scraper,
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He playd her such a Tune,
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As made her dance and caper:
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She said my dearest John,
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Your such a jolly Rover,
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My Gown and Cloak Id pawn,
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That you would neer give over.
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Come let us take a Roam,
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Up to Stony Batter,
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Keep your Wife at Home,
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Else I will be at her,
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Hey for Cakes and Ale,
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And hey for Pretty Misses,
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That will never fail,
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For to crown our Wishes.
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Hey for Bobbing Joan. etc.
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YOU jolly young Sailors that loves to delight
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In Whoring and Drinking both Day and Night;
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Come listen to me and to you Ill unfold,
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As merry a Joke as ever was told.
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Poor Jack, in the Town, as I heard them say,
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Got very much drunk the other Day;
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And so for his Pleasure as he thought to crown,
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He must ramble to pick up a Whore in Town.
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Poor Jack he was travelling thro Drury Lane,
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At length to a painted Whore he came;
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She finding him drunk and willing for Sport,
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Led him to a House, Boys, in Middlesex Court.
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This impudent Whore for Brandy did call,
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But alas! poor Jack he must pay for it all;
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For he fell fast a sleep in the Arms of his Punk,
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And he fell on the Ground being dead drunk.
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She finding him drunk and not like to awake,
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His Watch and his Money, she from him did take?
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She strippd him Stark naked, and put him to Bed,
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And laid his Face close to a Whore that was dead.
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This Whore that was dead she had had the French Pox,
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She was twice salivated end died in the Flux;
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Poor Jacky did lie in a poor lousy Bed,
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Nothing to embrace but a Whore that was dead.
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When he awaked and found this Surprize,
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He jumpd out of Bed, to his Neighbours he cries,
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My Watch, my Money, and Clothes they are gone,
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The Whore she is fled, I have no more to put on.
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With an old lousy Blanket that lay on the Bed,
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He wrapt it about him to cover his Head:
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Down into Wapping away he did go,
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With his Blanket about him, he cast a fine Show.
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