The Tars' Frolic.
Or British Sailor.
Sold by T. Evans, 79, Long Lane.
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GIVE ear brother seamen! and listen a while,
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I'll sing you a ditty th[a]t wi[l]l make you smile,
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It[']s concerning a frolic as I'll to you tell.
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As fortune would have it was very well.
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My discharge I have not got, and have gold in store,
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And soon I will tell you how added to it more,
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I being drunk, to an alehouse went in,
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To dance and to caper I then did begin.
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Some doxies being there seem'd quite full of glee,
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Thinks I to myself there one of them for me,
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One being well rigged in a fine long silk gown,
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I tiped her the wink and she by me sat down.
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I called for the waiter some liquor to bring,
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Said the doxy unto me, that is just the thing,
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Besides, for my Jack I'll a lodging provide,
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And I'll be the girl that shall lie by your side.
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All things being agreed between doxy and I,
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I called for the waiter to know what's to pay,
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Fifteen shillings and sixpence the waiter reply'd.
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I payed down the money, and up stairs we hied,
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I quickly unrigged and jumped into bed,
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I planted my shot locker under my head,
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When my doxy and I bid each other good night,
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I shamed flast asleep, and she thought herself right.
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Upright in the bed then my doxy arose,
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In searching about to find out my cloathes,
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And quickly after I knew her design,
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For all her whole search was to find out my coin.
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I jumped out of bed and I well laid on her,
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With a stick I had by me as thick as my thumb,
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The smock she had on like ribbons it flew,
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She cried ten thousand murders and what shall I do,
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She danced round the room and I followed my blow
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I gave her no time to put on her clothes,
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She opened the door and down staias she run,
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I fastened it after and laughed at the fun.
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I searched round the room to see what I could find,
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And Moll in the fray left her pockets beind,
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With ten guines in them and two five pound notes,
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Moll left this behind with her gown and her cotes
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This all being over the morning drew nigh,
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And light thro' a window I happened to spy,
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I tyed up the treasure and all I had found,
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The money the petticoats stockings and gown,
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Now to conclude and finish my song,
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Three guineas I made of coat, stochings and gown,
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So we'll laugh at the frolic and drink the health round
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And will each brother seamen the same in town.
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