The Crafty BARBER of Debtford
You Debtford Women all beware
of this same Crafty Barber:
For when he gets between your Arms
There he takes up his harbour.
Tune of, Daniel Cooper.
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COme and hear my pleasant Song
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all you that would be merry:
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For unto you it doth belong
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that are both brisk and airy:
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A Barber liv'd in Debtford Town,
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believe it is no Lye sir,
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He loved well a bit o' th' brown,
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and a Nurse to turn him dry, sir.
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Another man liv'd in the Town,
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and he did use to fiddle;
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The Barber lov'd his Wife also,
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and pay'd her Tarradidle.
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But he (poor man) was gone to Sea,
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and little did he think, sir,
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That his poor wife would wanton be
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and with the Barber drink, sir.
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But on a time it happened so,
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the Barber he did quarrel;
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For there is Virtue you do know
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that lyes within the barrel
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Will make an Old Man bear up brisk,
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and overcomes the Youth too,
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This got into the Barber's crown,
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and made him tell the truth too.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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BEfore the Justice he was had,
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who question'd him severely;
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Which made the Barber almost mad
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and he confessed clearly
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That he drank in a bawdy-house
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and that full well he knew sir;
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'Twas asked, How? and he confest
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that there he lay with two sir.
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The Justice ask'd him who they were?
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and straitway he confessed,
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A long-back'd Nurse that lived there,
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he plainly did express it:
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A very gentile Dame was she,
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and wore her clouded Stockings;
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But some there are do think that she
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got such fine things by knockings.
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The Fidlers wife was fine and neat,
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and decently attired;
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And she full well could do the feat
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the Barber oft desired:
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He oft embrac'd her in his Arms,
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and catch'd her by the thing too;
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So that she won him by her Charms,
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and he touch'd the Fidler's strings too.
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He had an opportunity
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I pray sirs understand ye:
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The Hostess she was sitting by,
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and tope'd her Nose with brandy,
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While he did please his Ladies fair
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and trimm'd them both so neatly,
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That she did wish to have a share,
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he did it so compleatly.
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Think it not strange what now you hear,
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for if you will believe it,
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The Barber loves the sport so dear,
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I doubt he ne'r will leave it:
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Still Robin Red-breast is content,
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that little sneaking fool too,
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He accounts it all but merriment
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to catch his Wife by th' Tool too.
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And Maycrill-back she is so fine,
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there's few that can out-brave her,
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And when she drinks a Glass of Wine,
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the Barber he doth shave her;
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And up and down where e're he goes,
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he mightily doth praise her;
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A gentle hand he hath she knows,
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and well she likes his Razor.
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And now good people to conclude,
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mythinks it is a pitty
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The Barber should these two delude
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that are so neat and pretty.
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Then women all pray have a care,
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for Barbers minds are waving;
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And now methinks he's had his share,
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he may leave off his shaving.
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