You'l never get her up,
Or, Love in a Tree.
Being a pleasant new Song, shewing how a Maid was got with Child, without lying
with a Man.
To the Tune of Buggering Oats prepare thy Neck.
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A Week ago as I did walk
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When it was almost twilight
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Near to the Cage in St. Jameses Park,
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Appeared to my ey-sight,
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I their espy'd a Souldier gay
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That was both brisk and airy,
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But could not tell by any way
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What might his business there be.
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When I came nearer I perceiv'd
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He had a Wench before him
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He shuv'd her up against a Tree
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As if that he was boring:
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I staid a while and laughd at
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For I had got a cup Sir,
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And cryd pray turn her Face about
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Or youl nere get her up Sir.
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The Souldier then replyed to me,
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Is it so strange an Object
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To see a Souldier at his Post
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Beget the King a Subject,
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He handled then his Arms so well,
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And called me incompoop too:
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And said i'le neither turn her round,
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Nor strive to get her up joe.
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With that his match he bravely cockd
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Presented and gave Fire,
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She opened to the right and left
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Disdaining to retire,
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The Bullets they did fly about
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And boldly he did venter,
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He with consent of both the sides
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The Sally Port did enter.
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At every motion of his Breast
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The Bandeleirs did rattle,
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And every toss went too and fro
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Did represent a Battle,
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The Bird-Cage it was hard at hand
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And every Bird did chatter,
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The Crane, the Vulture and the Crow
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Cry'd Souldier now have at her.
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The Soldier he did win the Field
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His Sword he so well handed,
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He had much ado to make her yield
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That he should be disbanded,
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And now the loving Combats o're
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No longer she could tarry,
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And she went off with all the Spoil
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I wish her nere miscarry.
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But in short time this handsome Maid
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Her Belly swelld up higher
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And she did seriously affirm
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No Man lay, with or by her,
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Therefore the neighbours all conclude
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Some wanton Fellow by night
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Had stol'n away her Maiden-head
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When she did sleep at twilight.
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Her Mistress sometimes calld her Whore,
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And said shed not believe her,
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The skilful Doctors all conclude
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A Tympany did grieve her,
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But then she Soldier came again
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To have the other round bout
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By what he speak in merry mood
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The Riddle all was found out.
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The Maid brought forth a pretty Youth
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As ever eye did see joy,
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And all the Neighbours there in truth
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Call it the Green-wood Tree Boy,
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You Maidens that are kind and free
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Walk to the Park by twilight.
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And take a Touch oth Green-wood Tree
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'Tis good to clear your eyesight.
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Let this to young men warning be
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For they do often wild goe.
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How they help Maids to climb the Tree,
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For fear they do with Child go
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Though you ith Gravey Gap will play
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And take thereof a sup Sir,
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Yet turn her Face the other way
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Or you'l nere get her up Sir.
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