The Debtford Plumb Cake,
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The Four merry Wives.
Tune of, An Old Woman poor and blind.
Licensed according to Order.
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COme all you sweet lips, round me stand
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and hear a pleasant tale,
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With each some Plumb Cake in her hand
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and Cup of good napping Ale,
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Then you might all as merry be
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as lately was four good Wives,
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Who take their Glasses of free,
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and jollyly lead their lives.
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Carpenters Wives were two of them,
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and another a Smiths Wife prov'd,
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The fourth a Seaman's for the Game,
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these four did a young Man love,
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He was a Mealman's Servant to
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and often would frisk and play
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At heave and set as others do,
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let it be by Night or Day.
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But one time among all the rest,
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they wanted a good Plumb Cake,
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And this the young Meal-Man did Protest,
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he would have a good one bak'd,
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A Peck and a half of Flower strright
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he sent the good Wives to kneed,
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Of Plumbs he sent eleven Pou[n]d weight,
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to make up the Cake with speed.
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Seven pound of Butter to also,
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he sent when he sent the Plumbs,
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With Sugar for to make it so
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they might sweetly lick their Thumbs,
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And when 'twas bak'd, then ore a Glass
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they merry were all to be
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But mark I pray what came to pass,
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which spoiled their jollitry,
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For when the Cake was made and bak'd
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one of the good Wives did say,
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Come Neighbours where shall we it take
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and have our young Ned today,
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You know that he's a Lad so free,
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and willing to serve us all,
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I swear I love him heartily,
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i'll venture with him one fall.
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What if we to the Fountain go,
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and there have our merry bout,
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Fie, Fie, one of the Wives did cry,
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our Husbands will find us out,
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What think you of the Greenwich blood,
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they say it is Liquor rare,
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A maich we all do think it good
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and our Plumb Cake we'll not spare.
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So the four wives with brisk young Ned,
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met over some Liquor stout,
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Each thinking on the Cake to feed,
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but Vulkin had found them out,
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And with his Hammer in his hand,
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he soundly the Cake did maul,
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Yet Ned did all the Wives command,
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and play'd Boys at up tails all.
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