Sweet Williams kindness,
OR,
The Hertford-Shire Frollick.
Now Christmas time is drawing near,
Tis good to taste of three-penny Beer;
Twill make you hot when you are cold,
If bashful it will make you bold,
As by the Sequel you may find
If you do please my Song to mind
Tune is, A Fig for France.
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THe strangest news you ere did hear
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Was lately done in Hertford-shire,
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By one sweet William a brisk young lad
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Who tickled the girls till he made them mad
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Then pray give ear unto the rest,
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And you shall hear my pleasant jest,
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For Hannah, Moll, and Betty and all,
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Sweet William jumbled against the Wall.
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They Drank full hard it doth appear,
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Yea 16 quarts, of 3 penny Beer,
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Which cheerd their hearts & made them warm
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Poor souls they then thought little harm:
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But now I pray give ear to this,
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Sweet William had a mind to kiss,
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and they resolvd to venture all,
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with this brisk Lad against the Wall.
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With courage bold sweet William went,
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Not fearing for to give content.
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Sweet William did appear so brisk,
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That Hannah cryd twas pretty fisk,
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Which filld the other with warm desire
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Their hearts then burnt like flames of fire
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but he promised to please them all,
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and so he did against the Wall.
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The next touch fell to Mollys share,
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Who with impatience waited there.
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She thought poor Hannah had too much,
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And longd for such another touch,
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Quoth William prethee do not fear,
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For were there twenty Lasses here:
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I would not doubt, etc.
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Then Betty she began to cry,
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You all must trounced be but I,
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But Im resolvd ere hence sou stir,
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To dance a jigg with you kind Sir,
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He would by no means her deny,
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And tot they went couragiously,
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so Hannah, Moll, and Betty, and all,
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were bravely trouncd against the Wall.
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An Old Woman peeping out of door
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Saw more then ere she saw before,
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They were so brisk, so brave and free
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That she grew wanton presently,
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And vowd if she were young again,
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That pretty sport shed ner refrain:
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So Hannah etc.
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Sweet William that I here have namd,
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Of this same prank is not ashamd,
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He is a brisk and bonny Blade,
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And wishd a Song there might be made,
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Was ever Maids so kind to men,
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To bid them cut and come agen?
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It was most pleasant, etc.
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You Maids that live in Hertford-shire.
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When of this story you do hear,
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If young mens kindnesses are scant,
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And you perhaps may be in want,
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On Market days come you to Ware,
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And you may find sweet William there,
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hel ready be to please you all,
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and do the trick against the wall.
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He is a bold and thundring Lad,
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Hel make you laugh when you are sad;
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And when you burn with fiery flame,
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Hel let you blood in the right vein,
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He hath a cure for each disease,
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An instrument that Maids will please,
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A Remedy, etc.
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So to conclude and make an end,
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To sweet William I you recomend,
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And if you come to him for cure,
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Some pleasing pain you must indure,
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And if you are but frank and free,
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Hel give you ease immediately:
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for Hannah, Moll, and Betty and all,
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he bravely trouncd against the Wall.
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