THE
Wanton Virgins Frighted,
With the Spies Downfal
From the Tree top, to the Pond bottom.
OR,
The old Man Bagbeard by the black Bandilears and Buffcoats.
Tune of, Ladies of London.
This may be printed, R. P.
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YOu that delight in a Jocular Song,
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come listen unto me a while Sir,
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I will engage you shall not tarry long,
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before it will make you to smile Sir,
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Near to the Town there liv'd an old Man,
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Had three pretty Maids to his Daughters,
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Of whom I will tell such a story Anon,
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will tickle your fancy with laughter.
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The old Man he had in his Garden a Pond,
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in very fine Summer weather,
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The Daughters one night, they were all very fond
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to go, and bath in it together.
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Which they Agreed, but hapn'd to be,
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o're-heard by a Youth in the house Sir,
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Who got into the Garden, and climb up a Tree,
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and there sat as still as a Mouse Sir.
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The branch where he sat, it hung over the Pond,
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at each puff of wind he did totter,
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Pleas'd with the thoughts he should sit so abscond
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and see them go into the water,
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When the old Man was safe in his Bed,
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the Daughters then to the Pond went Sir,
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One to the other two laughing she said,
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as high as our Bubbles we'll venter.
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Upon the tender Green Grass they sat down,
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they all were of delicate feature,
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Each pluck'd of her petty-coat smock, & Gown,
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no sight it could ever be sweeter,
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Into the Pond then dabling they went,
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So clean that they needed no washing,
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But they were all so unluckily bent,
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l[i]ke Boys they began to be dashing.
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If any body should see us says one,
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they'd think we were boding of evills,
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And from the sight of us quickly would run,
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to avoid so many white Devils,
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This put the youth on such a merry Pin,
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he let go his hold thro' his laughter,
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And as it fell out, he fell tumbling in,
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and scar'd them all out of the water.
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The old Man by this time a Noise had heard
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and Rose out of bed in a fright Sir,
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And comes to the door with a Rusty old Sword,
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there stood in a posture to fight Sir,
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The Daughters they all came tumbling in,
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and over their Dad they did blunder,
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Who Cry'd aloud, Mercy, O Good Gentlemen;
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and thought they were theives came to plunder.
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The noise by this time the Neighbour-hood heard,
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who came with long Clubs to assist-him,
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He told them that three bloody Rouges run up-stairs,
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he dar'd by no means to resist-them,
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For they were Cloathed all in their Buff,
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he see as they shou'd in their shoulders,
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And black B[a]ndilers hung before like a Ruff,
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which made them believe they were Souldiers.
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The Virgins their Cloaths in the Garden had left,
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and keys of their trunks in their pocket,
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To put on the sheets they were feign to make shift,
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their Chest they could not unlock it,
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At last venter'd up these valliant men,
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thus Armed with Courage undanted;
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But took them for Spirits, and Run back again,
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and swore that the house it was haunted.
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As they Retreated the young man they met,
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come shivering in at the door Sir,
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Who look'd like a Rat with his Cloaths droping wet,
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no Rouge that was pump'd could look worser
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All were amaz'd to see him come in,
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and ask'd of him what was the matter,
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He told them the story, and where he had been,
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which made them burst into a laughter.
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