The Westminster Frolick.
Or, A Cuckold is a good mans Fellow.
A wanton Wife that loved a relishing Bit,
In Westminster the same then she did get;
And it is now concluded so together,
Her Husband must be fain to wear Bulls-feather.
But yet the youngster he did not do well,
Ah silly Fool! that he must kiss and tell;
She may thank her self the business is so bad
Play with a man, ne'r trust a tell tale lad.
Tune of, Hey boys slap goes she; Or, Alas poor thing!
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IN Westminster there is a Wife,
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a very noble Dame;
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And she does live a merry life
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with sporting Venus Game:
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But yet her name I will conceal,
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though she does backwards fall;
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She does transgress her Marriage-bed,
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and that spoiles all
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For she did cast a wanton eye
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upon a lively Youth;
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And you shall hear it by and by,
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we tell it for a truth:
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That with a youngman she did lye,
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to sport, and backwards fall,
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Pox take her Stease, they came too low,
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and that spoiles all.
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And many a day this Young-man came
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with her to sport and play;
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She was so fir'd with her Gallant,
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she could not say him nay;
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He teu'd her soundly on the bed,
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she cry'd, Lad have at all,
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Strike up I say my noble Lad,
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for that spoiles all.
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She did the Youngman so insnare,
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and said her hand was warm,
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That he would mount to a full Careir;
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I wish he took no harm:
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She let him lye at Twick a Twack
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when she did backwards fall,
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The bones in her Stease they did crack,
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and that spoyled all.
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When i'me in bed then come my Lad
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the pleasure is so sweet;
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We'l have a dish of butter'd Eggs
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when we again do meet:
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Thou art good metal I am sure,
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I will be at thy call;
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Come on my dear and do not fear,
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for that spoiles all.
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My bonny Lad never be sad,
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with thee i'le sport and play;
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Ne'r talk of half a Crown a week,
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i'le please thee every way:
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Thoust never want while I have a C---
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I will be at thy Call,
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Ne'r think upon t what will come on 't,
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for that spoiles all.
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But he had a soft place in his Crown,
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as I will make appear;
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To tell it all about the Town,
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where he went every where,
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That she in kindness did excel,
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he had her at his call,
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But he's a Clown to kiss and tell,
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for that spoiled all.
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Then it came unto her husband ear
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how he had sported with his wife:
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Now I am a Cuckold I do fear,
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and must be all my life;
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My Neighbour has so fo[r]ked me
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he has had her at his call,
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He has plaid too much above her knee,
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and that spoiled all.
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Before her face to her disgrace,
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and her Husband too was there;
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He did declare the very case,
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that she was Market ware:
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Before their Neighbors where they went
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he spake both some and all;
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She made him to eat some Flesh in Lent,
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and that spoiled all.
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Then the poor contented silly man
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he made no farther strife,
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Though he must wear the Bull-feather
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he's beholding to his wife;
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She has Hornified his head so brave,
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when she did backwards fall;
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The Tell-Tale Lad was but a Knave,
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for that spoiled all.
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