Buxom Joan of Lymass Love to a jolly Sailer:
OR,
The Maiden's Choice:
Being LOVE for LOVE again.
To an excellent new Play-house Tune.
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A Soldier and a Sailer,
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A Tinker and a Tailer,
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Had once a doubtful strife, Sir
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To make a Maid a Wife, Sir,
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Whose name was buxome Joan.
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Whose name was buxome Joan,
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For now the time was ended,
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When she no more intended
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To lick her lips at Men, Sir,
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and gnaw the sheets in vain, Sir,
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And lye o'nights alone,
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And lye o'nights alone.
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The Soldier swore like thunder,
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He lov'd her more than plunder;
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And shew'd her many a scar, Sir,
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Which he had brought from far, Sir,
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With fighting for her sake.
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With fighting, etc.
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The Tailor thought to please her,
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With off'ring her his Measure:
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The Tinker too with mettle,
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Said he could mend her kettle,
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And stop up e'ry leak.
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And stop, etc.
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But while those three were prating,
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The Sailer slyly waiting;
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Thought if it came about, Sir,
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That they should all fall out, Sir,
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He then might play his part.
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He then, etc.
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And just e'en as he meant, Sir,
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To Logger-heads they went, Sir,
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And then he let fly at her,
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A shot 'twixt wind and water,
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Which won this fair Maid's heart.
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Which won, etc.
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The Souldier being frustrate,
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Like Boreas lowdly bluster'd,
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And wou'd have satisfaction,
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For such a treach'rous action,
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Done by the cunning Tar,
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Done by, etc.
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But he aboard his Pinace,
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Ne'er fear'd the Bully's menace,
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But lustily he ply'd, Sir,
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Against both wind and tide, Sir,
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Like any Man of War,
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Like any, etc.
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The Tailer boldly vows too,
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He'll serve him like a Louse too,
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And with his bloody shears, Sir,
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Will cut off both his ears, Sir,
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For stealing of his Love,
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For stealing, etc.
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But he his end had compast,
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And laugh'd at Bodkin's bombast;
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Still pointing right his needle,
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He launch'd into the middle;
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She tost and heav'd; he drove,
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She tost, etc.
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Then, next, the Man of mettle
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Began to beat his Kettle,
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And swore, that (with a pox) he
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Would thump him and his doxy,
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If ever he came near,
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If ever, etc.
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But still the merry Sailer,
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Defy'd Buff, Brass, and Tailer,
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Whilst, in his jolly mood, her
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He manag'd with his rudder,
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And right his course did stear,
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And right, etc.
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