The Ladies Delight,
OR,
Narcissus his Love-Flower.
A pleasant and delightful new Ditty,
Made by a Lover for Ladys so witty,
When to Venus sports, they please to resort
To pull sweet Flowers, that yeelds the best sport.
The Tune is, Narcissus come kiss us, etc.
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AS I was walking I cannot tell when,
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nor I cannot tell whether nor where
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I met with a crew, of I cannot tell who,
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nor cannot tell what they were,
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But Virgins I think, for they cryd
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Narcissus, come kisse us, and love us beside.
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They sung a fine song of I cannot tell what,
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nor whether in Verse or in Prose,
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Nor knew I their meaning, although they all sate
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even as it were under my Nose,
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But ever and anon they all cryd,
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Narcissus, come kisse us, and love us beside.
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There came in a Lad from I cannot tell whence
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with I cannot tell what in his hand,
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It was a live thing that had little sense,
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but yet it could lustily stand:
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Then lowder these Ladies they cryd
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside.
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Some shakd it, some stroakd it, some kist it tis said
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it looked so lovely indeed,
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All hugd it as honey, and none were afraid,
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because of their bodily need,
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And lowder these Ladys they cryd,
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside,
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The second part to the same tune.
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AT length he did put in this pretty fine toy,
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in I cannot tell where below,
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Into one of these Ladys, but I cannot tell why
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nor wherefore it should be so.
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But in the mean time they cryd,
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Narcissus come kiss us, and love us beside.
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But when that these Ladies had sported all night
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and rifled Dame Natures store,
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And tired themselves in Venus delight,
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that they could hardly do more,
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Yet louder these Ladys they cryd,
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside.
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This Lad being tired, began to retreat,
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and hang down his head like a flower,
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The Ladies the more did desire the feat
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but alas twas out of his power,
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Then louder and louder they cryd,
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside.
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When full forty weeks were almost expird,
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a pittiful story to tell
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These Ladies did hate what most they desird
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their bellys began so to swell.
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Than a woful tune they all cryd
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Narcissus wont kisse us, nor love us beside.
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Lucina in pitty then lent them her aid,
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to ease them of their sorrow,
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But when that these Ladys were gently laid
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they had the same mind to morrow,
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And dandling their Bantlings they cryd,
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Narcissus shant misse us, to lye by our side
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But as I was minding these pretty fine toys
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how Venus with Cupid did play
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What pleasure these Ladys did take in their Boys
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did lead my Fancy astray,
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To hear how they lulld them and cryd
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Narcissus come kisse us and love us beside.
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I then returned I cannot tell how,
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nor what was in my mind
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Nor what else I heard I know not I vow,
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nor saw, for Cupid is blind:
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But that these Ladys still cryd
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Narcisses come kisse us and love us beside.
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But now to conclude, I cannot tell what,
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nor when, nor how, nor where,
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Nor found I the Sense of their Song or their Chat
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for Ladys are fickle as Air:
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Therefore I did laugh till they cryd
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Narcissus come kisse us and love us beside.
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