A New SONG,
CALLD
The Bakers Frollick,
OR
Jenny the Town Jilt.
Licensed according to Order.
Tune of, The Orange.
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I.
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ILe Sing you a Song and a true one indeed,
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Of two loving Brothers that were in great need,
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They were Brothers by Trade and likewise a kin,
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And they would needs go to the sport In and In
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Of a Sunday.
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II.
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Perhaps you will ask what I mean by this sport,
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Tis a Game that is usd both in City and Court,
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But now Ile come nearer because you shant miss,
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They wanted a couple of Girls for to kiss
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Of a Sunday.
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III.
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And as for their Trade it begins wit a B,
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They deal all with Women as oft you may see,
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The one dwells at Wapping and very well known,
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The other near Fleetstreet but seldome at home
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Of a Sunday.
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IV.
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Their Wives in the Country were gone for the Aire,
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The Men (in the good Womens absence I hear)
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Did send for two others to serve in their room,
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But Trading being quick they could get but one
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Of a Sunday.
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V.
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At this the two Brothers lookt wonderous sad,
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I thought in my Conscience they would a gon mad,
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And the London Town Jilt perceiving them dull,
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Began for to hug, and to kiss, and to pull
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Of a Sunday.
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Pray Gentleman Bakers you need not to fear
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The want of your Sport while that Jenny is here,
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For tho theres but one to hold out with you two,
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Yet work you will find more than both you can do
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Of a Sunday.
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VII.
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Says one to the other what must be done now,
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Wel all lye together, cryes tother, I vow,
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And Jenny ith middle shall lye by our side,
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Whilst we take our turn for each other to Ride
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Of a Sunday.
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VIII.
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Then Jenny was glad to hear the match made,
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(For she was as ready as they in the Trade)
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And told them some Mony she wanted for luck
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If they did expect that she must with them work
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Of a Sunday.
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IX.
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Then straight they agreed & to Bed went together,
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Their Sport it was warm as likewise the weather,
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And by putting the Fuel so oft to the Spot,
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Their Oven with using at last provd too hot
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Of a Sunday.
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X.
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The Night past away and business was done,
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Then some were for rising, nay every one,
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But Jenny so nimble her Cloaths to put on,
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Cryd farewell my Loves, but their Money was gone
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Of a Sunday.
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XI.
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I cannot but think how their Wives will complain,
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When home they do come to their Husbands again,
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And thinking to have their wonted desire,
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Theyl find the mistake by a great loss by fire
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Of a Sunday.
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XII.
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You Married Wives all that have Husbands like these,
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Take care how you leave em alone at their ease,
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Or theyl not forsake it tis forty to one,
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Unless that you keep with your Husbands at home
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Of a Sunday.
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