THE
Merry Hay-Makers;
OR,
Pleasant PASTIME,
BETWEEN THE
Young-Men and Maids, in the Pleasant Meadows.
To an Excellent New Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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IN our Country, in our Country,
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where Russelers they was a Raking;
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And the rarest pastime that ever you see,
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was when Hay-cocks they were a making. to be.
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Theres Timmy, and Tommy, with Bottle and Bag,
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as soon as the Lasses beheld them,
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Because they did not give them what they d[i]d lack,
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adzuggers they swore they would geld them. to be.
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And did you not know one Volking the Smith,
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and Mary that went to the Dairy;
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Oh give me quoth she a thing that is soft,
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for to make me look Buxem and Airy. to be.
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And down in a dale there was tumble down Dick,
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with Mary, and Sarah, and Susan.
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They being in hast for to play the old trick,
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they leapt into bed with their shoos on. to be.
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And some they w[i]ll Fo[r]k, and some they will R[a]ke,
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when merrily they were a Quaffing.
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And if you had but seen how Jones buttocks did wag,
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[?] would a broke a mans sides out of laughing. to be.
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Young Bridget came next and plaguely Vext,
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with fury she fell upon Robin,
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His Clatter-de-vengance adzuggers she clawd,
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cause he with young Kate had been bobbing. to be.
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With that he made bold with speed to take hold,
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of Bridgets young Chitter-de-widgeon,
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He threw her along, but did it no wrong,
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because it was just upon fledging. to be.
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Her mother came by, and as she drew nigh,
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the sight put her into a laughter;
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His buttocks she hangd, and bidhim be hangd,
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for playing the fool with her daughter. to be.
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The men and the maids they love their comrades,
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above any paultry riches;
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Quoth Nancy to Dick adzuggers Im sick,
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for something thou hast in thy Breeches. to be.
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What sayst thou me so then to it well go,
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thou shalt have thy earnest desire;
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For thou art the Lass, I swear by the Mass,
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which I above all do admire. to be.
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At making of Hay they frolick and play,
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as you may observe by this Ditty,
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And when they are crackt, away they are packt,
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for Virgins away to the City.
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