The Jolly Gentlemans FROLICK;
OR, THE
City Ramble.
Being an Account of a Gentleman who wagerd to pass by the
Watch, and give no Answer, but was stopd by a Constable, and
sent to the Counter, and next Day cleard before my Lord Mayor,
by the Intercession of his Daughter.
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GIVE Ear to a Frolicksome Ditty,
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Of one that a Wager would lay,
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Hed pass eery Watch in the City,
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and never a Word he would say,
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But, Doll Ra Roll, etc.
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The Constable spoke to his Watch-men,
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brave Boys, it is my Delight,
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And Orders I have to catch Men
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who ramble too late in the Night,
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The Humour, etc.
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The Streets do ecchoe we hear, Boys
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with Mad-men coming along;
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My Staff is ready, neer fear Boys,
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well make them alter their Song.
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The Humour, etc.
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Stand, stand, said the Watch-man,
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the Constable now come before,
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And if a just Story youll tell Man,
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Ill light you home to your own Door.
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The Humour, etc.
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This is a very late Season,
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which surely no honest Men keep,
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And therefore it is but just Reason
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that you in the Counter should sleep,
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The Humour, etc.
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Take away this same Fellow,
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and him to the Counter convey:
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Although his Frolick is mellow,
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he something To-morrow will say.
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The Humour, etc.
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Open the Gate, make no Scorning,
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take Charge of the Prisoner there;
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And we will soon in the Morning
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appear before my Lord-Mayor.
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The Humour, etc.
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A Bottle of Claret Ill fill, Sir,
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some Pipes of Tobacco beside;
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And if that it now be your Will, Sir,
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a Bed for you soon well provide.
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The Humour, etc.
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The Frolick soon ecchod the Prison,
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the Debtors his Garnish would have,
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Without demanding the Reason,
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whateer they requird he gave.
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The Humour, etc.
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The Constable soon the next Day, Sir,
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this comical Matter to clear;
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The Gentleman hurries straitways, Sir,
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before my Lord-Mayor to appear.
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The Humour, etc.
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My Lord, give Ear to my Story,
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while I the Truth do relate,
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The Gentleman who stands before ye,
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was seizd by me at Cripplegate.
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The Humour, etc.
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I nothing could hear but his Singing,
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wherefore in the Counter he lay,
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And therefore this Morning I bring him,
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to hear what your Lordship would say.
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The Humour, etc.
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Come, Friend, the Case does appear now,
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that You was in a mad Fit:
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I hope that you may be clear now,
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since Sleep has restored your Wit.
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The Humour etc.
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This Gentleman sure is distracted,
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he has over-heated his Brain;
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Since he in this manner has acted,
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to the Counter Ill send him again.
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The Humour, etc.
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A Prison sure it will tame him,
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and bring him soon to his Sense;
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Theres nothing else can reclaim him,
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from this his notorious Offence.
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The Humour, etc.
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O then bespoke my Lords Daughter,
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and thus for him did interceed,
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Dear Father, Youll hear that hereafter
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this was but a Wager indeed.
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The Humour, etc.
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Therefore be pleased kind Father,
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to hear one Word more of me,
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And shew to me so much Favour,
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this Gentleman may be set free.
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The Humour, etc.
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Well, Daughter, I grant the Petition,
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the Gentleman Home may repair;
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But then tis upon this Condition,
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of paying my Officers there.
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The Humour, etc.
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Come, Sir, your Fees we require,
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you now are freed by the Court,
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And all that we do desire,
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youll find out some other new Sport.
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The Humour, etc.
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Thus seeing he might be released,
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if he his Fees did but pay;
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He then was very well pleased,
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and so he went singing away.
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The Humour, etc.
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