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THE MAIDENS' FRO LICK 105
But Susan and they strait haul'd him away, While Tom, the poor taylor, did sigh, beg, and pray ; Yet all was in vain, for they did him retain, And told him that now he must fight on the main, Tho' a taylor.
Then to White Hart Yard they went with regard, And there a poor taylor was labouring hard Upon his shop-board. Nan drew out her sword, Saying he must King William his service afford, Tho' a taylor.
The taylor did quake—nay, quiver and shake. At length with a pitiful voice he did spake, While tears down did run ; he cry'd, ' I'm undone. I never did know the right end of a gun ; I'm a taylor.'
Then stout Boston Bess said, ' Nevertheless You must go with us, we've a warrant to press ; Then wave this excuse, and lay by your goose; Such nimble young fellows may be of great use, Tho' only a taylor' |
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And then, by report, they went to Round Court, Where seven young taylors were making of sp[ort], Their hearts void of care, who when they come the[re], These maids did catch napping, as Moss catch'd [his] ma[re], Seven taylors. |
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They thought to resist, but Joan with her fist, She thumpt them about till the taylors they pi[ ], And then in a rage the rest did engage, And brought them away to the round-house or ca[ge], These toor taylors. |
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With all might and main down to Dutchy Lane These petticoat press-masters hurried again, To press some they knew: 'twas Morgan and Hu[gh], A couple belong'd to the cross-legged crew, And Welsh taylors. |
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