The Jolly Gentleman's FROLICK:
OR, THE
CITY RAMBLE;
BEING
An Account of a young Gallant, who Wager'd to pass any of the Watches, without gi-
ving them an Answer; but being stopp'd by the Constable at Cripple-gate, was sent
to the Counter, afterwards had before my Lord-Mayor, and was clear'd by the Inter-
cession of my Lord-Mayor's Daughter.
To a pleasant new Tune.
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GIve ear to a Frolick some Ditty,
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of that a Wager would lay
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He'd pass any Watch in the City,
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and never a Word he would say,
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But, Dal, derra, rarra.
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The Constable spake to his Watch-men,
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brave Boys, it is my Delight,
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And Orders have for 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 Eccho, we hear Boys,
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with Mad-men coming along,
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My Staff is ready, ne'r fear, Boys,
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we'll make' um alter their Song:
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The humer, etc.
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Stand, stand, says the Bell-man,
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the Constanble now comes before,
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And if a just Story you'll tell, Man,
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i'll 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. (Sad)
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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 Frollick is mellow;
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he something tomorrow will say:
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The humour, etc. (Sad.)
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Open the Gate, make no scorning,
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take Charge of your 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, (Sad)
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A Bottle of Claret I'll 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 we'll provide:
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The humour, etc.
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The Frollick soon Eccho'd the Prison,
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the Debters his Garnish would have,
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Without demanding the Reason,
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whate're they requir'd 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 straightways, 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 standing before ye,
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was seiz'd by me at Cripple-gate:
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The humour, etc. (Sad.)
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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 will say:
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The humour, etc. (Sad.)
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Come Friend, the Case does appear no[w]
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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 restor'd you your Wit
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The humour, etc. (Sad)
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This Gentleman sure is Distracted,
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he's over-heated his Brain:
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Once he thus silly has acted
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to th' Counter i'll send him again:
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The humour etc. (Sad.)
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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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There's nothing else can reclaim him
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from this his notorious Offence:
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The humour etc (Sad)
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O then bespoke my Lord's Daughter
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and thus for him did interceed,
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Dear Father you'll hear that hereafter
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this is 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 your Petition,
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the Gentleman home may repair
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But yet '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 freed are now by the Court;
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And all that we do desire
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you'll find out some other new Sport
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the huumour 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 verie well pleased
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and so went singing away:
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the humour etc.
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