The Mistery Discovered;
OR,
Frollick upon Frollick.
A Pleasant New Play Song, Greatly in Request.
[Sno]w melts not sooner when the sun Regains
[his]long lost heat, and beats upon the Plains,
[wit]h scorching Raies, then Female hearts do yield
[if]men be bold and Brave in Venus Field:
Shame on the softer sex Impression makes,
And though they wish, yet words their tongues forsakes;
But put them too 't, and tho' (though faintly they)
Do strugle long, they'l gladly loose the Day.
To the Pleasant New Tune of, Come Let us be Frollick, etc.
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COme Let us be Frollick and Gay,
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now merry days let us quaff it,
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And Kiss each brisk Lass in our way,
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there's not one in ten but would have it,
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Oh fain they would Firk it,
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Caper and Jerk it,
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Though they'r asham'd for to crave it.
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Their's Jenny with Roling Black eyes,
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with Silence does court you to doe it,
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Your kindness she scorns in despise,
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if once that you dare put her to it;
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Oh fain she would Firk it,
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Caper and Jerk it,
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Tough she's ashamd for to shew it.
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There's Margery minces along,
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The Pride of the bonny brisk Lasses,
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A Buckle she has for your Thong,
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whenever you dare to meet faces:
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Oh fain she would Firk it,
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Caper and Jerk it,
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Though she seems cold in Carresses.
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Brisk Betty's both Witty and fair,
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her Locks they are curled most Neatly,
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Her Amorous looks do declare,
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that she does desire it greatly;
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Oh fain she would Firk it,
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Caper and Jerk it,
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But that she's asham'd to intreat ye.
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Simpering Molly comes next to hand,
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her Smiles do foretell she'd be doing
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Constable-like she'd make you stand,
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and take an account where your going;
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Oh fain she would Firk it,
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Caper and Jerk it,
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Though she's asham'd to be Wooeing.
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Dorothy next with Rosie Cheeks,
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where Lillies for Conquest are striving,
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To win your Liking plays mad freaks,
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and a Bargain would fain be driving;
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Oh fain she would Firk it,
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Caper and Jerk it,
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Although she's asham'd to crave Swiveing,
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Fair Susan so Courteous and toward,
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wou'd never the less be a gaining,
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At put Inn and Inn, or All-Fours;
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she'l play for what Bett you'd be naming
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Oh fain she would Firk it,
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Caper and Jerk it,
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Although she's asham'd of defaming.
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Kind Nancy with panting white breasts,
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so pleasant, delightful and Loving,
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Would afford you those delicate rests,
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whilst her Buttocks nimbly were moving
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Oh fain she would Firk it,
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Caper and jerk it,
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Though she's asham'd to be proveing.
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Brisk Joan she will never stick out,
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but with plain broad signs she'l dare you,
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For to give her a breathing bout
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during which she will never spare you
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Oh fain she would Firk it,
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Caper and jerk it,
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Although she'l not ask for to bear you.
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Blith bonny Frances comes the next,
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to lye alone alas! she's grieved,
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She'd have you Comment on the Text,
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that's written in her Book Two-Leaved;
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Oh fain she would Firk it,
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Caper and jerk it,
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But alas she fears she's deceived.
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Grave Rachel does fall in the Rear
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whose sighs do betray her deep passion
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She moves to delight with much fear,
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yet denys not the Recreation;
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Oh fain she would Firk it,
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Caper and jerk it,
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Though she's asham'd to Petition.
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Thus boldness in Love it does all,
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whilst he is despis'd that wants courage,
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Push hard and the Lasses will fall,
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when you in each Field may find forrage;
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For fain would they Firk it,
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Caper and jerk it,
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With Ay, or without the thing Marriage.
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