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Man.
Adieu, my dear jewel: thy love I have found ;
Our parting doth grieve me full sore. The drums they do beat, and the trumpets do sound,
And I must stay no longer on shore. |
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THE MAIDENS' FROLICK; OR, A BRIEF RELATION HOW SIX LUSTY LASSES HAS PREST FULL FOURTEEN TAYLORS ON THE BACKSIDE OF ST. CLEMENTS, AND THE OTHER ADJACENT PLACES.
To the Tune 01 An Orange.
Of late near the Strand, we well understand, Six lasses that took a brisk frollick in hand ; 'Twas thus, I profess, they in seaman's dress, Not far from the May-pole, resolved to press Fourteen taylors.
Young Nancy she ty'd a sword by her side, And she was resolved for to be their guide : This young female crew, Kate, Bridget, and Prue, And she that went formost was Lieutenant Sue, Pressing taylors.
These maids by consent, their minds fully bent, First thro' the back side of St. Clements they went, Where just in the street they a taylor did meet ; They prest him, and streight he fell down at their feet : ' I'm a taylor.
' I tell you,' said he, ' I ne'er was at sea, And therefore, kind gentlemen, pray set me free, And pity these tears ; 1 have liv'd forty years, And never us'd weapon but bodkin and shears. 'I'm a taylor.' |
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