The Doctor and Beggar-Wench
OR,
The Barkshire FROLLICK.
Since he his Credit thus did stain,
in doing thus amiss;
He'll never do the like again,
he has enough of this.
To the Tune of, The Ladies of London.
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THere was a Doctor that lives in Barkshire,
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of whom I will give a Relation,
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Such a like Frollick you seldom shall hear,
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not once in an Age, in the Nation:
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As he, indeed, was going one day
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to gather Herbs for his distilling,
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He met a Beggar-wench then by the way,
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and proffer'd to give her a shilling.
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If that thou wouldst but let me lay thee down
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that I may salute and embrace thee,
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Being a Person of worthy Renown,
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I cannot be thought to disgrace thee;
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Prithee be kind, and be not afraid,
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for if that thou would but be willing,
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I do intend to be noble, he said,
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behold I will give thee a shilling.
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I am a Begger-wench, Sir, she replyed,
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and therefore I doubt you're mistaken;
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See you my Wallet hangs down by my side.
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full of Bread, Butter and Bacon.
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Everyone, said he, has their Lot,
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and therefore my dear let's to Billing
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As for thy Calling, I value it not,
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my Girle I will give thee a shilling.
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This noble Doctor such kindness did show
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as he in his Arms did infold her;
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Sir, said the Beggar-wench, where shall we go,
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the Doctor immediately told her:
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Under this Hedge we'll have our delight,
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to this she was presently willing;
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But they was suddenly put to the flight,
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as soon as he gave her the shilling.
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For a great number of women and men
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did happily chance to espy them,
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As to a feast they were travelling then,
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and yet before they could come nigh them,
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The Doctor run away in much shame,
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the thoughts of this Crime was so killing;
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As for the Beggar-wench she did the same
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although she had taken the shilling.
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Home to his Father, nay Mother and Wife,
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this Doctor did run; in conclusion
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He had as good been bereav'd of his Life,
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for there was a horrid confusion:
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E'er he came home the News it broke out,
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although he was very unwilling;
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For his old Father did bang him about,
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and bid him remember the shilling.
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Likewise his Mother came in for share,
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for she was as highly displeased,
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Giving the Doctor a Cuff on the Ear,
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alas! he was never so teased:
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Feeling their blows to follow so sore,
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said he, I hope you ar'n't for killing,
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But they continu'd their fury the more,
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and bid him remember the shilling.
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His Wife was also it seems in a rage,
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and he in a woeful condition;
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But he endeavour'd her Wrath to asswage,
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by yielding in humble submission
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Unto them all: he vowing at last,
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both wife, nay his Father and Mother
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Saying forgive me the Crime that is past,
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I never will commit such another.
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