The Taylor's
Wanton Wife of Wapping:
OR,
A Hue-and-Cry after a Lac'd Petticoat, flowr'd Gown, and rich Cornet;
with other Apparel, which was lost in the Chamber of Love.
To the Tune of What shall I do to show how much I love her.
Licensed according to Order.
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HEre I will give you a perfect Relation,
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of a young Female that liv'd near New Crane
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Who us'd to ramble for her Recreation,
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though her poor Husband did sigh & complain,
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Who was it seems a young honest poor Taylor,
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which was not able to give her content;
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At length she met with a jolly brisk Sailor,
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and to a Tavern they lovingly went.
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This Seaman called for store of Canary,
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which was sufficient to keep out the cold,
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Thus for a while they were heartily merry,
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for why? his pockets were lined with Gold,
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Thus enterchanging their tender Embraces,
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while in the Tavern together they stay'd,
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Still he admir'd her amorous Graces,
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and like two Lovers together they play'd.
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My dearest Creatare, said he, I had rather
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have thee, than any fair Lady, I know;
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Therefore this night we will both lodge together,
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home to the Tailor my Dear shall not go:
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We will enjoy all the raptures of pleasure,
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a sweeter Creature sure never was known;
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I will endow thee with part of my Treasure,
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and let the Tailor this Night lye alone.
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As he the Charms of this Jilt did admire,
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and e'ery beautifull Feature adore,
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She did immediately grant his desire,
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thinking thereby for to rifle his store:
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Said she, I'll seize all the Cargo about him,
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and then his Courage will surely be laid,
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And down the Stairs I will soon steel without him
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for it is reason I should be well paid.
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The Seaman never fear'd rock, wind, nor weather,
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which the young Female she cunningly saw,
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And as they both did sit drinking together,
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out from his Fob she his Guinea's did draw,
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And the young Seaman he chanc'd to perceive her
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yet not a tittle or word did he say:
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Thought he, I now am resolved to leave her
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in sad vexation, before Morning-day.
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She had no sooner laid hold of the Booty,
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but down the Stairs she was ready to go;
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Said the young Seaman, my amorous Beauty,
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we'll call the Drawer, it must not be so.
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Seeing alas! she could not be admitted,
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again to drinking Canary they fell;
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Certainly never was Woman so fitted,
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oh! 'tis a sorrowfull Story to tell.
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Their Lodging in the next Room was prepared,
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where the young Seaman soon laid her asleep,
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Tho' he with drinking was tir'd and wearied,
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his Eyes from slumber all night he did keep,
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And before Morning he seiz'd on his Treasure,
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which to her pocket she fairly convey'd:
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Said he, Thou now shalt be plagu'd out of measure;
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a just Example of thee shall be made.
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Her silken Coats that was laid down with Laces,
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her flower'd Gown, with rich Cornet also,
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This Seaman early next morning embraces,
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and down the stairs did immediately go:
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Thus no Apparel alas! did he leave her,
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whereby to rig her, when she should awake,
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Since she did rob him, he vow'd to deceive her,
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aboard on Ship streight his way he did take.
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Missing her Gallant, ah! how she lamented,
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and for her Husband was forced to send,
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Who like an honest good Man was contented,
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saying, she want the first that did offend:
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It was along of this Rascal the Sailor,
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his Wife he then was unwilling to blame;
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Now there is work for this honest poor Tailor,
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to cloath and rig his young Jenny again.
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