ENFIELD Common:
OR, THE
Young Damsel Cured
OF THE
GREEN SICKNESS
By a Lusty Gallant,
Who happen'd to meet her in the Mid'st of Enfield Common.
To an Excellent New Tune.
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ON Enfield Common I met a Woman,
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a bringing of her Water to the Town,
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Said I fair Maiden, you're heavy laden,
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I'll light and give you ease in a green Gown,
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Says she, 'tis good Sir, to stir the Blood Sir,
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for the Green-sickness, Friend, will make me like it,
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Then in a minute I left my Ginnet,
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and went aside with her into a Thicket,
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Then with her leave there, a dose I gave her,
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she straight confess'd her Sickness I did nick it.
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I went to leave her, but this did grieve her,
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for panting on the Grass she did complain,
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Saying Physician, my sick Condition,
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I fear will suddenly return again,
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If you deny me, and don't supply me,
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with many Potions of your sweetest pleasure,
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Then prithee Gallant improve thy Tallant,
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since we have Opportunity and Leisure,
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With such like Greeting my pritty Sweeting,
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she seem'd to press upon me out of measure.
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'Twas summer weather, we sat together,
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and chatted all the pleasant afternoon,
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No one was near us, to overhear us,
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at length I said I'd put my Pipes in Tune,
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To give a Glister, with that I Kiss'd her,
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she cry'd another fit does round me hover,
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With the green Rushes I'll vail my Blushes,
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for in my Cheeks I know you may discover,
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What's my desire; Love never Tire,
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for Oh! I long, I long to be a Mother.
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With that I told her, that I would hold her
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a Guinea to a Groat it should be so,
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In nine months after, a Son or Daughter,
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will be your lucky lot Dear love I know,
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Quoth she you vapour, and draw your Rapour,
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but yet methinks too soon you seem to tire,
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I'll lay a shilling if you are willing,
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that nine Months hence I have not my desire,
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Except you'll venter, once more to enter,
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Alas! the name of Mother I admire.
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Because I'd ease her, and fully please her,
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I took a Lodging for my Enfield Lass,
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Who was a Beauty and knew her Duty,
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the night we did in youthful pleasures pass,
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With melting Blisses and Charming Kisses,
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on downy Beds secure from Wind or Weather,
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And in the Morning by days adorning,
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we 'rose and drank a Glass of Wine together,
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With joys I crown'd her, for then I found her,
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to have a heart far lighter than a feather.
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I having cur'd her, likewise assur'd her,
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if e're it was my luck to come that way,
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I'd pawn my honour to call upon her,
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but for that time I could no longer stay;
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The loving creature, of pure good nature,
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she gave me twenty kisses when we parted,
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Because she never had found such favour,
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in loves soft pleasures to be so diverted,
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Then straight I mounted, for why I counted,
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time I had her company deserted.
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