The West-Country Frolick:
OR,
Buxome Kate's Merry Intreague.
SHEWING
How she serv'd ROBIN, the Faint-hearted Miller, who was afraid
to Encounter with her Maiden-head.
To the Tune of, Fond Boy, etc. Or, Love's a sweet passion, etc.
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PRay did not you here of young frolicksome Kate?
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How she served stout Robin the Miller of late;
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When the cares of the World had incumber'd his crown,
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She did first haul him up and then tumbl'd him down:
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Now believe me, I think he was serv'd in his kind,
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Since he would not endeavor to please a Maid's mind.
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A twelvemonth he courted this beautiful Maid,
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Yet unwilling to Marry, as being afraid
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That his charge would come on, while Provision was dear,
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Thus he often would wisper this word in her ear:
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But the Damsel was Buxsom, and long'd to be wed,
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Being clearly a weary of her Maiden-head.
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He often would come to this Damsel at Night,
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Where he'd call her his Jewel his Joy and Delight;
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Or, perhaps a soft Kiss or a tender Embrace,
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But yet nevertheless we might pity her case:
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Kisses did no more kindness according to Law,
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Then as if he had tickl'd her Tail with a Straw.
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At length Kate begun for to think with herself,
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He might happen to be some poor fumbling Elf,
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That has no precious Nutmegs to please a young Bride,
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And if so, I am utterly ruin'd she cry'd;
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But I first mean to try him, and if bad's his Gear,
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I'd not have him, if he had ten Thousand a Year.
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Next Night when he came, she said, Robin my love,
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Thou shalt go up with me to my Chamber above,
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Where all Night in my Arms thou shalt lovingly lye:
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Honest Robin, he made her this modest reply,
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As we go up the stairs, if thy Mistress should hear,
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I'm afraid it will bring a disgrace on my Dear.
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Oh! never be daunted nor take any care,
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On my back to my Chamber my Dearest I'll bear,
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So as she shall not hear thee, but think it 'tis I;
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To this pleasant new Project he strait did comply:
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And immediately she took him then on her back,
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Where he lay on her rump like a Pedler's pack.
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She carry'd him up to her Chamber that Night,
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Where she reckon'd to reap all the Joys of Delight;
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But as soon as he came to the side of her Bed,
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Oh! the Cares of the World strait run in his Head:
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Kate, he cry'd, I'm afraid I shall get thee with Child,
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Then the Cares of the World they would make me run Wild.
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Nay Robin, if you are Faint-hearted, said she,
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I must tell you in short you are no Man for me;
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I admire a Spark that no Colours will fear,
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But I find you stand quaking and trembling here:
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Strait she bid him be gon, aye, and gave him a frown.
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But he cry'd, Prity Kate, How shall I get down.
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Quoth she, if your fearful, I make no great doubt
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But as I brought you in, I can carry you out;
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She immediately took him once more on her back
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Aye, and through him down Stairs till she made his Bones crack:
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Now the Lumbering frighted her Mistress so
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That she cry'd out there's Thieves in the Kitching below.
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Pray never be frighted, sweet Mistress, she said,
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For as I am honest and diligent Maid,
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It was none but a lubberly bundle of Cares
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Of a troublesome World, which I tumbl'd down Stairs:
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Then the Miller she straitway did kick out of door,
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And he ne'er had the Courage to come there no more.
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