The London lasses Hue-and-Cry
After Her
Dearly Beloved Robin,
Whom she unluckily lost last Saturday Night.
To the Tune of the Rant.
Licensed according to Order.
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GOod People pray give your Attention,
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Unto this my new Hue-and-cry,
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Tis after my Love, and I'll mention
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his Form, and Apparrel, for why,
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Without him I can't be contented,
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he is the Sole-joy of my life,
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For him I have wept, and lamented,
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I fear I shall ne'er be a Wife.
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O he is my joy, love and honey,
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I lost [h]im last Saturday night,
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I'd give twenty Shillings in Money
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to those that bring him to light.
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He has I must tell ye, two Faces,
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his head it stands quite all awry,
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He Ambles and hath all his Paces,
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likewise he is seven hands high.
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YOu'll say that there is not a sweeter
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young man in the Kingdom than he,
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I now will describe e'ry Feature,
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if that you will listen to me.
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His Skin is as fair as tann'd Leather,
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likewise his sweet Face to adorn,
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His Nose and his Hat meets together
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turn[']d up like a Sow-gelders-Horn.
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His Teeth they are black, green and yellow,
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those changeable Colours are fine,
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And like to the fair Crimson Tallow,
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his Cheeks too with Beauty does shine.
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His pretty sweet Mouth I admire,
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which froaths like a Tankard of Purl,
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The hair of his Head like soft Wire,
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you'll find them of Faggot-stick Curl,
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His pretty sweet Eyes like two Sawcers,
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has wounded my heart now I see,
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His Ears they stand out like two Dawcers,
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a pretty sweet Creature is he.
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Now having described his Beauty,
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his Body must no ways escape,
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For here I account it my Duty,
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to tell ye his delicate shape.
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I think in the waste he is smaller
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than the largest size of a Drum,
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Besides I am sure he is taller
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by the head, than honest Tom Thumb.
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O he's most delicate figure,
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his Hips they do stand out behind
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As broad as a Bushel and bigger,
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would I this sweet Creature could find.
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Some Villains his death has contracted,
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or he'd not have left me I'm sure,
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I shall go quite mad and distracted,
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this loss I can never endure.
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Look after my love Friends and mind him.
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his Age is about twenty five,
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A Guinny I'll give those that find him,
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and bring him now dead or alive.
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Perhaps they have prest my sweet Jewel,
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to give him an Officers place,
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But sure they wou'd ne'er be so cruel,
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to take such a pretty sweet f[a]ce.
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Good People with pitty be fill'd so,
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and seek him all with one accord,
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Then come to the sign of the Dildoe,
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and there you shall have your Reward.
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