A New delightful Ballad, Called,
Debauchery Scared;
OR, THE
Beggar-wnch turnd into a Devil:
Together with the Pollicy of Bumpkin;
Giving a peasant Account of Commical Passages between a Country Gentle
man, and a London Beggar-wench.
Tune of, Ladies of London.
This may be printed, R.P.
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A Country Gentleman came up to Town,
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to taste the delights of the City,
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Who had to his Servant a jocular Clown,
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accounted to be very witty:
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His master one night got drunk as a Rat,
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and swore he would turn him away Sir,
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Lest he would get him a bit for his Cat,
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and into his Chamber convey her.
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Some jolly Dame he was willing to have;
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and gave to his Bumpkin a Guiney,
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Who had the wit not to give it, but save
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the far better part of the money;
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To find out a Punck, he walkt in the street,
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and backwards and forwards kept trudging;
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At last a young beggar wench he did meet,
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who was in great want of a Lodging:
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Sweet-heart (said he) if thou'lt give thy consent
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to go home, and lye with my master,
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I'le give thee half a Crown for thy content,
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and save thee from any disaster:
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It being late, she fearing the watch,
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Besides it was very cold weather;
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So that they quickly both made up the match,
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and trudg'd to his master together.
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Bumpkin was arch, as he homewards did come
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he gave her a bout by the way sir;
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Then to his master he carried her home,
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who in a dark Chamber lay sir:
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He bid her be sure let his master not know,
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by any means she was a mumper,
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But bid her to rise before day-light, and go,
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or Ad-swounds he would heartily thump her.
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Bumpkin his Trull to the Chamber he led,
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and then to his Bed took his way sir,
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She quickly undrest, and gropt into the Bed,
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and close to the Gentleman lay sir,
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Eager of Joy, he gave her a Kiss,
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and hug'd her with flaming desire:
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The Gentleman swore that she smell'd so of Cheese
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he could not indure to lye by her.
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He bid her get up to a place in the room,
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where a Bottle stood of Rose-water,
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And wash her Face to take away the fume,
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then come into Bed again after;
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A Bottle of Ink there happen'd to stand,
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and for the Rose-water she took it,
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Pouring a spoonful out into her hand,
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and over her face she did stroak it.
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Then to their Joys they eagerly fell,
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till at last it began to be Light sir,
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Then looking he thought her the Devil of Hell,
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and ran out of Bed in a fright sir;
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Crying, the Devil, the Devil was there,
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she being affrighted ran after,
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In a tatter'd old smock, crying where is he where
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which put all the street in a laughter.
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