THE
Jovial May-pole Dancers:
OR,
The Merry Morris.
The Tune is, Top and top-gallant, etc.
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ROwland and Roger,
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with Bridget and Mary,
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William and Robert,
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with Susan and Sarah:
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And round round the May-Pole,
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they dance and skip it,
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The Baggpipes they roar,
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and the Youngsters they trip it.
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Bridget she simper'd,
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and Rowland he kist her,
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And Susan she laught,
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till she almost bepist her:
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And round round the May-Pole,
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they dance and skip it,
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The Baggpipes, etc.
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Bridget had Roger,
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fast hold by the Jacket,
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And Roger had Bridget
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as fast by the Placket:
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And round round the May-pole,
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they dance, etc.
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Susan she clasped
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her William byth' middle,
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And William he all to beclaw'd
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her Bumfiddle:
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And round round the May-Pole,
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they dance and they skip it,
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The Baggpipes they roar,
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and the Youngsters they trip it.
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Roger told Mary,
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that she was his Honey,
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And swore his Chops water'd,
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for her Troninony :
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And round round the May pole,
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they dance, etc.
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Mary she simper'd,
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at Rogers Relation,
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And Roger perceiv'd
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that she pitty'd his passion:
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And round round the May-pole,
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they dance, etc.
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Robert and Sarah
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did foot it so featly,
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That all the Beholders,
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did swear they danc'd neatly:
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And round round the May-Pole,
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they dance, etc.
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The Dancers they sweat,
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and the Piper was weary,
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They threw him a Groat,
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and away they did hurry:
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Then at the next Ale-house,
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with Cake and stew'd Pruin
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They treated their Women
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and fell to their Wooing.
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Then with choise Songs,
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of the Oldest Collections,
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They Riggled themselves,
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in their Ladies affections
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They sung and they roar'd,
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till the Landlord did swear,
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Their Charms were so strong,
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they would turn all his Beer
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Ale and stew'd Pruins,
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and Plum-Cake together,
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Now some say Tobacco,
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but I know not whether;
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The Women were sick,
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the Reckoning disputing,
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The Men fell to fighting,
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the Women to Muting.
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In the midst of this hurry,
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appears a long Pole,
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And a greasie old Victualler,
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a Man of Controule;
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Who commanded the Peace,
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and to part and not grumble
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Each Lad took his Lass,
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and so home they did tumble.
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