ROGER,
The West-Country Lad,
Set forth in his proper SHAPES,
OR, THE
WEST-Country Lasses Sweet-heart Described, in An-
swer to the Well-shap'd Country Lass.
To the Tune of Cavalilly Man.
Licensed according to Order.
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HIe hoe, pray what shall I doe?
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My Sweet-heart is gone I cannot tell how,
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He's like to Old Nick, and give him his due,
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And this is my Love, do you like him hoe?
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I'm sure he has got a goodly burnt Face,
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He looks like to Cain, or one of his Race,
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And a Halter wou'd set him off with a good grace
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And this is my Love, do you like him ho?
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He has a fine Nose that is like to a Bottle,
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But it bends somewhat downwards and covers his Throttle,
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'Tis partly green colour'd, & partly 'tis mottle,
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And this is my Love, etc.
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His Teeth, like a Checquer, is all black & red,
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And stands very handsomely in his Calves-head
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Which makes me full often the thoughts of him dread,
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And this is my Love, etc.
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His mouth it is narrow, being square a yard long
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His Breath it is scented, and that very strong,
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It smells like a Turd when you stir in it long,
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And this is my Love, etc.
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The Hair of his Head its colour is red,
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But it looks very gray having Nits in his Head,
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And where there is Nits there is Lice it is said,
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And this is my Love, etc.
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I spies him by chance the last Wednesday Morn,
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A Combing his Hair with a Comb made of Horn
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And I think such a lousie Rogue never was born
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And this is my Love, etc.
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His Throat it is like the Ditch near to the Fleet,
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But it is not so handsome, nor scarce so sweet,
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And I'm sure he can swallow a Bushel of Wheat,
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And this is my Love, etc.
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His Body is Crooked more every day,
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And his Legs they are both often turn'd the wrong way,
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Which makes him look wonderfull handsome and gay,
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And this is my Love, etc.
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His Legs are small as the Post of a Mill,
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I think it is true, believe it who will,
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But his Arse I am sure a great Cauldron will fill,
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And this is my Love, etc.
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Last night in a nasty old Bed he Pigg'd in,
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His Feet in his Mouth all beshit to his Skin,
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He look'd like a Monster and fiercely did Grin,
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And this is my Love, etc.
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And now my good Neighbours I swear by my fay
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I'm afraid that some of you will steal him away
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But I hope you'll return him again the next day
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If you like not my dearest Love hye ho,
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