The FEMALE Ramblers.
OR, The Three Buxome
Lasses of Northampton-shire,
Containing their pleasant Pastime at the Naggs Head, together with many Intriegues that fol-
lowed thereupon. Tune is, Let Cesar live long. Licensed according to Order.
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YOu Young-Men and Lasses I'd have ye take care,
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When you are returning from Market or Fair;
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For fear you should stay at the Naggs-Head all night,
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To reap the fond pleasures of wanton delight,
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And then send the Maids to the Doctors with speed,
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For Physick, lest any by sporting should breed.
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These Lasses were buxome and beautiful too,
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So long as they staid with the Rebelling Crew;
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But yet after this upon All-Holland-Day,
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Poor Lasses they purg'd their sweet Beauties away;
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So that they lamented to see their sad Fate,
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And thus they repented a little too late.
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On last Christmas-Day as I here do profess
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One of these young Maids in a delicate Dress,
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Came to a young Man and she gave him a smile,
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Now when she had been in his presence a while,
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She said, you may see I am delicate fine,
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Come kiss now, and hug me, I wish I was thine:
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This Damsel one day to the Town she would go,
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That her loving Gallant some kindness might show;
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She sought him a while, but he could not be found,
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Yet still she kept hunting and searching all round,
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And said with a sigh and a sorrowful tear,
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If thou dost not come, I have no comfort here.
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Another young Damsel of this very Race.
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Did happen to be in a pittiful case,
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Her brawny Posteriors she chanc'd to let flye,
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Which run down her Stockings, and caus'd her to cry,
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Had ever poor Creature such fortune before,
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This woful disaster doth trouble me sore.
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At length some reflections by chance being spread,
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Concerning the wanton lewd lives they had led,
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To Northampton straight in a passion they go,
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To take forth a Warrant, in order to know
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Which was the most honest true Maid of the three,
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This was to be try'd by a Justice Decree.
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Young Sarah was then in a passionate rage,
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And swore by her Maiden-head she would engage
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An honest Mans courage in short to pull down,
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And have all his Land for to buy her a Gown;
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But straight he said to this young passionate Lass,
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He'd keep it when she had no Smock to her Arse.
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Fine delicate Mantua's these Damsels adore,
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With gay yellow Girdles, and twenty things more;
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To make their sweet beauty most splendid appear,
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And yet these poor Lasses are never the near;
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Alone without Husbands they'r forced to lye,
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Which makes them right glad of a Touch by the By.
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Young Lasses if you would your Credit maintain,
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Such idle loose Company strive to refrain;
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'Tis true, I wou'd have ye be merry and wise,
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Lest you should your Maiden-heads lose by surprize:
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For if that sweet Jewel should chance to be lost,
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You cannot regain it by infinite cost.
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