THE Wanton VIRGINS Frighted) Within the Compass of the FLUTE
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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 did live an old man
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had three pretty Maids for his daughters,
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of whom I will tell such a storry anon,
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will tickle your fancy with laughter
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(2)
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The old Man he had in his Garden a Pond,
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Twas 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 all agreed but happening to be,
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Espy'd by a Youth in the House Sir,
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Who got in the Garden and Clim'd up a Tree,
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So there lay as still as a Mouse Sir,
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(3)
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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 unto the Pond went Sir,
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One to the other two laughing She said,
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As high as our Bubbies we'll venture,
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(4)
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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 pull'd of her Petticoat Smock and Gown,
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No sight could ever be sweeter,
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Into the Pond then they Dabbling whent,
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So Clean that they needed no washing,
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But they was so unluckily bent,
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Like Boys they began to be Dashing,
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(5)
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If any one should see us says one
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They'd think we were bobbing of Evils,
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And from the sight of us quickly would run,
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To avoid so many white Divils,
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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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(6)
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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 the Dad they did Blunder,
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Who cry'd out aloud Mercy good Gentlemen,
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And thought they were Thieves come to Plunder,
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(7)
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The Noise by this time the Neighbourhood heard,
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Who came with long Clubs to Assist him,
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He said that three bloody Rogues run up stairs,
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He dar'd by no means resist them,
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For they were Cloathed all in their Buff,
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He saw as they shov'd id their Shoulders,
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And Black Bandileers hung before like a Ruff,
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Which made him believe they were Soldiers.
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(8)
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The Virgins their Cloaths in the Garden had left,
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And Keys of their Trunks in their Pockets,
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To put on their Sheets they were fain to make shift
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Their Chest they could not unlock it,
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At last ventur'd up these valiant Men,
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Thus Armed with Courage Undaunted,
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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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(9)
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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 lookt like a Rat with his Cloaths dropping wet,
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No Rouge that was Pumpt 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 where he had been,
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Which made them burst into a Laughter,
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(10)
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Quoth the Old Dad I was in a Huff,
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And reckon'd to cut them asunder,
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Thinking they had been three Soldiers in Buff,
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That came there to Rifle and Plunder,
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But they are my Daughters whom I ador'd,
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All Frighted from Private Diversion,
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Therfore Ill put up my Old rusty Sword,
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For why should I be in a Passion.
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